Chapter 6 He Gets

• Author’s POV
• Damon observed her trembling in front of him, her phone pressed against her ear. Her eyes were filled with fear; even though he hadn't laid a finger on her yet, they still shimmered with tears.
• He knew he had pushed her to make a difficult choice - either break up with Manuel, as he had instructed or face punishment. And now, she was still going to be punished for making him repeat himself.
• "Break up with him," he said with a grimace, his tone firm.
• She began sobbing uncontrollably, her hands covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle the cries. She knew avoiding punishment wouldn't be easy. But what he was asking her to do was incredibly challenging.
• She had been with Manuel for two years. Even though she didn't love him, they had plans to get married. Her secret motive was to escape from her family.
• How could she possibly tell him that she wanted their relationship to end?
• "Hello," Manuel's voice came through the phone. She quickly blocked the speaker so he wouldn't hear what her Master had said.
• "Hello, Baby."
• "Baby."
• Summoning a moment of courage, she ended the call and sobbed, "I can't do it."
• Damon's expression grew darker, and he ran his hands over her face before sighing. "You disobeyed me?" He stood up and approached her, his face devoid of emotion. But she knew he was furious.
• "I-I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to. Please... forgive me... ahh!"
• "Shut your stupid mouth, you whore!”
• He grabbed her forcefully, his hands wrapping around her delicate, slender neck. She choked, desperately clutching his hands as he dragged her back into the room. She tried to fight back, but she was no match for him.
• As the strangulation intensified, she thought she might lose consciousness. But even her own body seemed unwilling to save her.
• Now, in the room, he released her and started fumbling with her tie. Maya's eyes widened. No, she didn't want to get close to anyone to discuss this monster any further. This was the final straw for her.
• She took a step back, "Please Master, I am so..."
• He threw another slap and it landed on her right cheek.
• "I told you to shut up, you ugly whore! You disobeyed me, now face the consequences."
• With his bare upper body, he looked like a deity—a deity of rage and possessiveness. How dare she refuse him.
• He forcefully slammed her against the wall, causing her entire body to ache from the impact. The pain blurred her vision and made her scream.
• He silenced her scream with his mouth, biting and sucking on it. It hurt so much that she cried, hoping that by responding to his advances, he would lessen her punishment or show mercy.
• This was torture.
• His furious mouth found its way to her shoulders, using his hands to pin hers against the wall as he gnawed on them aggressively. He wanted to leave reddish marks all over her body in every area he touched.
• Yanking her head back, he began to treat her neck roughly. If she weren't going to have a dislocation, she would definitely have bruises.
• "Did Manuel touch you like this?" He dug his fingers into her arm. "Did he?"
• She trembled. "No, Master."
• "Liar!" In a fit of rage, he tore her clothes apart, exposing her naked body. An evil smile formed at the corner of his lips as he placed his hand flat on her taut belly, tracing it down until it reached her intimate area.
• Her eyes widened, expecting to convulse. Everywhere he touched, he inflicted pain.
• He pushed aside some glasses and a ceramic sculpture that sat on a drawer, lifted her, and sat her on it so that her weak legs were wrapped around his waist and her hands were around his neck.
• When he started fumbling with his dick, she made one last attempt. She whispered with the bit of strength she had left, "Master, please, I've never done this before."
• Her confession hit him hard, freezing his hands on the dick. He took a step back, looking directly into her tired eyes.
• There she stood, with swollen eyes, a patched mouth, and red skin. She looked almost lifeless.
• He frowned at the innocence in her eyes, feeling a pang of pity once again. He wasn't sure if he could believe in her innocence.
• "You've never had sex?" He couldn't believe he was asking such a question to a grown, beautiful woman. But strangely, he felt a sense of relief. Her past actions were not his concern. What was this feeling?
• She shook her head weakly. Her voice barely audible, she pleaded, "I haven't, Master. Please, don't do this to me. Not like this."
• He took a step closer and gently caressed her hair. She trembled under his touch.
• "We were doing fine, but then you had to ruin it. It was just a simple command, Maya. So why did you disobey?"
• He kissed her bruised cheek and patched lips as if he wasn't the one who caused her pain.
• She sat on the table, her glassy eyes unfocused. The pain coursing through her body made it hard for her to feel anything else.
• He carefully helped her down, holding her steady. Once he thought she could stand on her own, he took a few steps back.
• Her mind was clouded. Her body shook, drenched in sweat despite feeling cold inside. Even though her eyes were fixed on him, she couldn't truly see him.
• "Hey, focus on me," he tapped her cheeks. Momentarily leaving her, he walked to the dining room and picked up her phone from the floor where she had dropped it in her attempt to escape from him.
• Escape from him. He grimaced.
• He returned to the room, finding her still standing there motionless. He called Manuel and handed her the phone, saying, "Let's give it one more try. Speak clearly and make it convincing."
• She took the phone and placed it against her ear, and Manuel answered right away. His cheerful voice filled her ear.
• "Barbie thought I did something wrong," he said.
• Maya swallowed hard. "Manuel, I can't do this anymore. I want to break up with you."
• Manuel fell silent. "Are you kidding me?" he finally responded.
• "No, Manuel. It's not about you. It's about me..."
• He interrupted her, sounding desperate. "You want to get married soon, Maya. We can work it out."
• Damon gestured for her to end the call.
• "Not that. We're done. Don't call me anymore because I want nothing to do with you," she firmly stated.
• She hung up and looked at Master, who seemed pleased with her.
• "Good girl," he said, playfully ruffling her hair. "Now block his number."
• Without hesitation, she blocked Manuel's number. She would explain everything to him once this was all over. He loved her so he would understand.
• Damon took the phone and placed it on the table. Then he swept her off her feet, holding her close to him, her head resting on his chest.
• He laid her down on the bed and lay beside her, his hands gently caressing her. He whispered, "Sleep, Maya. You've had a long day."
• At that moment, she made up her mind. If she stayed here, she would die. So why not run away? It was practically the same outcome if she got caught.
• She closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her neck. She turned to face him, only to find that he was already fast asleep.
• She said a prayer and carefully slipped away from his grasp.
• If she was going to die, then so be it.