Chapter 1 Dominant

• It was the most horrifying night that ever happened in my life. What actually happened these past few days keeps on coming back inside my mind.
• The light that almost blinds me, the terrifying heat, the shattering fire, the deadly pain and so on are the worst feelings I have ever felt before. Everything… seemed so new to me. I could still feel it. I could still remember it clearly. Like, a crystal glass… so transparent to see the happenings from the past.
• And I hate the fact that I couldn't remove it in my mind. I was so afraid. So so afraid. I think . . . I am at my worst point. No. I'm hell sure. I'm at my worst point. Why on earth let this happen to me? Why damn the earth allowed some fucking humans do this to me?!
• Many people do want to live longer, and I am not one of them of course. I hate my life to the edge. I hated the way I created it. I was repeatedly asking the world, what was the reason for it to let me breathe? Was it to suffer? Was it to shed in tears all day? Was it to endure the pain to the fullest?
• Fuck. I hate my damn life.
• "Ahhhh!" My voice echoed the whole place in fear. My voice was vibrating as I yelled. I can't help but pull my hair out of distress.
• I looked around when I heard something, it was a sound of a nearly approaching car. While watching the car, I imagined some things that could ever happen to me. If I die, all of my burdens will disappear. All of the pain I felt right now will fade eventually.
• I ran hurriedly towards the approaching car at a very fast speed. I'm tired of living. I'm tired of enduring this pain alone. I'm all emptied. I can't. I can't just live and let this trial kill me slowly. I can't afford to see myself being pitied by everyone.
• I'm quitting this life produced by debt.
• I closed my eyes and waited for the car to bang into me but all of my hopes just vanished like bubbles when minutes passed, I could still feel myself. Breathing. Not wounded. And safe.
• I shatteringly opened my eyes with eyelids shaking and just like that... My tears flow down my cheeks.
• The car didn't bump into me.
• It stopped right in front of me. The driver. He. He didn't kill me. Fuck. Why?!
• "Fuck! What the hell is happening with you!? Are you insane!?" The man's voice thundered. "Get away from there! Hey! Aren't you hearing me?! Are you deaf?! Goodness!" He exclaimed.
• I did not answer him. I just cried.
• I'm alive. I'm still alive. No. This can't be. Why am I still alive?!
• I remained standing there, dumbfounded.
• The guy also did not leave me hanging there. He stared at me. He just stared at me, pissed while hearing me cry.
• I continue shaking my head. I should have been dead at this moment. I should not be breathing!
• I brought my glaring sight to the car's driver. I hate him for not being reckless. I hate him for not killing me.
• And the moment our eyes met, I caught a surprise and crossed his eyes. He seemed so shocked, as if he was just such a mesmerizing thing.
• He sighed. "I'm asking, why? What is happening to you? Why are you doing this to yourself, hm?" His voice softened.
• I slowly averted my eyes off him. "Please… I want you to kill me… I want you to end my life… please, just do it for me…" I begged. "P-Please…" I cried.
• "You want me to be a killer?"
• "I'm willing to be killed. Don't worry. No one will know about it." I muttered like a crazed woman, craving for a death certificate.
• He laughed out loud like my words are just a boff and he seemed not convinced with what I'm saying. When I saw him attempting to walk into his car, I immediately crawled and reached for his right leg, on his ankles, begging. "Please! Please! Do it for me! Please…" I did not let go of his leg, afraid he will run away without killing me.
• "Bullshit! Are you out of your damn mind?!" His voice thundered again.
• I let go of his right leg in a very slow manner. I'm shaking. Body is getting weaker and weaker. A year escaped my eyes illegally. "My whole family died. They left me alone. I just want to be with them…" I can't even make my voice louder.
• When he allowed me to talk, I told him the things that happened to me. Including our burned out house. How I was left by my loved ones. And the disappearance of our properties.
• He then knelt down to level with me. A small smirk has now flashed on his face, he cupped my chin carefully, lifting it up, meeting my innocent eyes. I'm still weary. "I can help you…" he muttered.
• My brows automatically crossed. "Just help me too.." he added.
• It just even drove me more confused.. "W-What? W-What do you mean?" I asked.
• "I can give you the house… money… I can provide financial assistance.. I can even help you in your studies. But give me the most beautiful thing I want…" There was a suspense in his voice, he was still holding my chin, admiring my delicate face.
• I met his eyes intently. "Then what's that…"
• The side of his lips moved more higher, forming a smirk. He then pulled my face closer to him, too much close I could even smell his breath. "Your body…" he muttered.
• It was the hardest choice I encountered in my whole life. It was a simple yes or no but I can't quickly choose which. I think of his condition firmly and precisely. If I would agree to be his sex slave, he will give me the house the money. He could doubtlessly bring back all the riches I have before. Aside from my family.
• And in just a blink of an eye, I just saw myself inside the guy's room. I was wearing my bathrobe, nothing but a bathrobe. I have nothing in me. Neither panties nor bra. I'm completely ready to give my all to him. My great desire he wanted to achieve.
• He introduced himself to me. As far as I remember, his name is Cedrick Wagner, a twenty five year old businessman. I guess he owns a very huge company. A leading company in this country. And that's according to what I noticed. His house is too wide and broad. Definitely a rich man.
• I saw him enter the room wearing a bathrobe, immediately, nervousness filled me. He walked towards me and as soon as he reached my place.. he started kissing me. Quickly, I got carried away through his wet and warm kissing so I just found myself on top of his bed, wearing nothing, panting, legs and thighs shaking out of pleasure.
• Cedrick's currently on top of me. Pleasuring me. Tasting my sensitive bud. He fingered me just lately.
• "Go on..." I whispered and parted my legs wider.
• He pointed his manhood at my entrance. He moved closer to me. I could now feel the tip of his penis. I moaned in pleasure but that stopped when in a sudden, someone knocked on the door.
• I'm disappointed. And so was Cedrick.
• He stopped entering me and gazed at the door of his room.
• "Who is fucking there?!" Cedrick yelled mad.
• "Sir! Here's ma'am, Elise! She's currently waiting for you in the Living room!"
• It felt like numerous needles were piercing my heart. It sends pain. It hurt me so much that I almost teared up.
• She was Elise, the girl Cedrick was courting.
• Because of that, Cedrick stops moving, he pauses, realizing Elise', his lover is there, waiting for her to come out. I could feel his steady erection in my between. He's not moving yet. Guilty he fucked anither woman despite having a precious one to court with.
• He then started to move.
• But not for thrust.
• Not to continue the thing we are doing. But to remove himself from me.
• I looked like a fool. He jumped off the bed and put his clothes on. I can't even throw a glance at him. I am so hurt.
• With that. With only one and simple move. He did make me feel like I'm a trash.
• Like I'm a tissue he can use to wipe up his lust and throw once he's done, once he is done marking me.
• I just sat on the bed, naked, while watching him dress himself.
• He finished quickly so he walked out of the room hurriedly. He slammed the door, leaving me so shocked.
• A tear dripped down my eyes.
• I scraped it harshly. Damn.
• Why am I crying? Am I expecting more to him aside of sex? No. You should not Sherin. Who are you? Who are you to complain? You are just a pleasure woman . . . Who can not ever be loved by anyone else out there.