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Chapter 3

When Claire woke up, she was no longer handcuffed and her legs were no longer tied but and only a white blanket was covering her naked body.
She looked at her wrists and saw that they were a bit swollen and she was sure that she got it from trying to get away.
She tried to sit up but she immediately frowned and groaned a little when she felt pain in her womanhood. And in an instant, she remembered what happened. She remembered how she moaned and how she felt good at what that stranger had done to her body. She remembered how she surrendered to that stranger and how her body succumbed to worldly lusts.
Oh God, what have I done?
She cried as she remembered what happened.
She shouldn't have given up. She should not have felt what she felt last night. She has a girlfriend for goodness sake. And she felt that she had betrayed Ruby even though she knew in herself that she did not want what had happened.
But didn't she want that?
She was moaning and screaming that man's name. Doesn't it seem that she likes that too? But...Fuck! That should not have happened.
Only Ruby has the right to her and her body. Ruby is the one she loves. She should not have drifted into lust.
Once Ruby finds out about this, she's sure it would hurt her a lot. She would have been okay if she kept trying to stop the stranger but she didn't. And instead, it's the opposite that happened and that is what she could not accept. She feels guilty.
She felt guilty thinking that her body also liked what had happened. So she let herself cry until she was tired and until her tears stopped flowing voluntarily.
After she cried and calmed herself, she roamed her eyes across the room.
What she saw when she first woke up in that room was still what she is seeing right now. A bedside table, a cabinet, and a lampshade are the only things she is seeing, aside from the bed where she is sitting.
There is not even a single window causing no light to enter the room. So she no longer wonders why the lampshade which is the only light in the whole room is still not turned off. And since there was no window in the room, she did not know if it was already morning or evening.
She stood up slowly and carefully. And every time she moved, she couldn't help but flinch. But she still insisted on walking even though she was staggering due to the pain she felt in her femininity.
She felt like the manhood of that stranger was still inside her.
If only there was a bathroom in the room where she was, she would have taken a bath already and cleaned her body that was taken by that man. She wanted to remove all the traces left by that man on her body.
She took the white blanket and wrapped it around her naked body. And just when she was done wrapping the blanket around her naked body, the door of the room opened and it spat out the man whom she will hate for the rest of her life.
The man, who had not yet introduced himself, walked in.
What kind of kidnapper will introduce himself to the person he had kidnapped? She thought.
When he entered the room, he immediately closed the door.
She gave him a sharp look. "Now that you've got what you want, will you let me go?" She boldly asked as she tightened her grip on the blanket wrapped around her body.
The stranger walked closer to her and she did not back down. Because apart from the fact that she feels like it'll tear her apart every time she moves, she also wants to show the man that she is not afraid of him.
He was only a step away from her when he stopped.
She still did not back down and instead, her sharp eyes met his vital eyes. "You cried." He said without any emotions in his voice.
"What? Do you pity me now? Will you let me go now?" She still answered boldly.
The man tried to reach for her face but she slapped his hand and gave him a deadly stare. "Don't you dare lay even a single finger of yours on me? I hate you." She said through gritted teeth.
But the man just grinned at her. "You hate me? After all that moaning and screaming last night, you are still saying that you hate me?" He then stepped closer to her and she was shocked when he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Yes, I kidnapped you and brought you here without your consent but what happened to us last night? We both know you wanted that. You were moaning endlessly, Claire. You were moaning and screaming, as if you wanted more. So don't act as if you did not like it because you knew in yourself that you liked it. That even if you are a lesbian, just as you claim, and you have a girlfriend, you are still got affected by my caresses and you can't deny that." He continued with a smirk on his lips.
Her jaw tightened at what the man said. She wanted to yell at him, curse him and slap him but she could not because even if he tried to deny it, she knew that what he said was right, causing the guilt she felt to rise.
But even so, she still would not show it to the man. She won't let him see how guilt is slowly eating her.
That is why she grinned at him which surprised him a little.
Perhaps he did not expect that this would be her reaction.
"You may be right. I am a lesbian but I am still affected by what you did to my body. Well, what do you expect? I still have this body of a woman. We both know it is a normal reaction. But you know what I realized? That it still tastes really good when it's my girlfriend that does me. My girlfriend is a better fucker than you. Her fingers are better than your cock. She's a great lover compared to you--- " but Claire could not continue what she was about to say when suddenly, the man violently threw her on the bed causing the blanket wrapped around her body to be removed.
"You, motherfucker!" She shouted angrily.
She was about to stand up but the man immediately overtook her, pinned her hands above her head, using only his one hand then he kicked her legs to separate it. And using his free hand, he unzipped his jeans and released his manhood.
"Alastair. This motherfucker's name is Alastair. And this motherfucker's name is the name that you will be screaming every day and every night." Alastair spoke through gritted teeth as he inserted his stirring manhood into her swollen womanhood which made her gasp. "I'll show you who's the better fucker, Claire. I am gonna show you what my cock can do that her fingers can't." He then said as he violently penetrated her which made her gasp again.
"Fuck!" She swears violently.
The pain she feels because of what Alastair did has not diminished yet and here's this asshole again, fucking her ruthlessly.
Alastair plunged his cock deeper and caressed her chest. His free hand reached for her clit and played with it while his manhood was still violently coming in and out of her femininity. And even though she didn't want to admit it, she felt a strange sensation as he continued to pounce on her. It is the same sensation that she felt when he took her for the first time.
"Oh, God! Ahh!" She couldn't stop moaning because of the sensation that she's starting to feel.
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The pain and pleasure she feels are already mixed but the pleasure is still more dominant. And it seemed to make Alastair even more excited to hear her moan because its thrusts turned even faster.
His thrusts tripled, causing her to moan continuously.
She knew that it wasn't right but it's not what her body is thinking. She has no control over her own body anymore.
"I fucked you last night over and over again but you're still tight," Alastair said breathlessly.
He pinned her hands above her head with his hands and stared intently into her eyes.
He could see the lust in Alastair's eyes. But somehow she still found the sensible part of her brain and she tried to fight back.
"Please...stop...N-No---ahh!" But she only bit her lower lip when Alastair roughly shoved his cock and hit something inside her that made her gasp.
Alastair seemed to like her reaction.
"Now, that's the impression that I want to see." He said and thrust again into that sensitive spot inside her that made her breathless. "Tell me, Claire. Who is the better fucker, huh? Who's better in bed? Who? Tell me! Goddammit!" He shouted impatiently.
And she did not know what came into her and she answered what she never thought she would say. "Y-you...Ohh!"
Her tearful answer pleased Alastair.
"Good answer, sweetheart." He said and kissed her roughly on the lips.
His movements are going faster and getting rougher. And she knew that she would come soon.
Alastair just kept on thrusting while calling her name.
Harder, faster, deeper, rougher.
She feels like she's going to get crazy as Alastair continues taking her. And with just a few thrusts, she finally reached the climax.
Alastair followed her, pouring his seeds inside her again.
"Ohh."
She could not stop moaning as she felt its juice filling her femininity.
Alastair remained on top of her and he still held her hands that were on her head. She was breathless and sweaty from exhaustion.
After a few minutes, he finally lay down next to her. And when he hugged her, she could no longer avoid him due to exhaustion. Alastair even kissed her forehead gently. But it didn't take too long for her to finally get back to her senses and her guilt finally kicks in. And little by little, guilt swallowed up her whole being.
She felt like trash.
For the second time, she has given up on lust again. For the second time, she betrayed Ruby again. She no longer knew what was happening to her. She felt like she no longer knew herself and she hated that.
She has to escape from him. She has to get away from him. He is not healthy for her. He's not good for her.
Another thing is that she also needs to know why he is doing this. What has she done to him that he is doing this to her? But whatever his reason is, it still won't justify what he did to her.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked calmly after a couple of minutes. "Why did you kidnap me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you doing this to me? Why? I do not remember that I did anything bad to you. I don't even know you so, why? Why are you doing this to me? " She asked a series of questions to him. When he did not speak, she continued. "Do you know me? Do you know my parents? Our family? Did my parents do something bad to you? Did they owe you anything? If there is, then I am sorry but I don't have anything to do with that. I have nothing to do with what my parents do. So please, let me go. Someone is waiting for me---"
"Who? Your girlfriend?" He cuts her off.
Alastair's jaw tightened as if he did not like what she said. He finally let go of her then he sat behind her causing her to no longer see the dark expression on its face.
"Yes. She's waiting for me. And she's probably looking for me now. So please---"
"I don't fucking care!" He screamed which made her flinch. "You are not going home. You'll be staying here with me. You won't go back to her. You will stay here. You will stay here next to me, Claire. Because you're mine, just mine." He said angrily as he turned to look at her.
She could see the anger in its eyes.
But if he is mad, then the anger she feels for him is even stronger.
How dare this asshole claim her?
And so with gritted teeth, she said, "Can you hear yourself? Are you out of your goddamn mind? I was never yours and I will never be yours! Hell, I don't even know you---"
"How can you know me if you did not even give me a chance to introduce myself to you." Again, Alastair cuts off what she has to say. "You run away, Claire. You run away so tell me, how can I introduce myself to you if you have left me." There was a mixture of sadness in his voice but she ignored it.
What caught her attention was what he said. "What the hell are you saying?" She asked in confusion.
"Yes. I ran away but that's because my parents wanted me to marry someone I don't even know. And that has got nothing to do with y---" But she was not able to finish her sentence when the realization hit her.
"You run away, Claire. You run away so tell me, how can I introduce myself to you if you have left me."
Her heartbeat quickened. She was suddenly nervous.
Oh, God!
Her mouth hangs open as she looks into Alastair's eyes.
"Yes, Claire. You are right. I am Alastair Dave Beckre, your fiance." Her eyes widened and disbelief could be written all over her face.
No. This couldn't be! This is not happening. She thought.
Her brain did not want to accept what she found out. It couldn't be. It can't be.
The reason why she left their home is that she did not want to marry the man her parents wanted her to marry and now...
"You've got to be kidding me." She said and could still not believe what he just said.
She shook his head.
No. It can't be. This can't be happening.
"Believe whatever you want to believe. But I am telling the truth, Claire. I am your fiancee. I already told you, you are mine. And I have to claim what is mine." He said in a serious voice.
She shook her head.
Her brain was unable to process what Alastair just said. That is why only one word came out of her mouth.
"Why?" The only thing she was able to say.
It was as if a "why" could answer all the questions that are on her mind.
"Why?" Alastair repeated what she had asked. "Why do you think, Claire?" He asked back while staring at her intently.
"That is why I am asking you because I do not know! I am in a mess. Why do I have to get through all of this? I do not want to marry you or anyone else! You know it, don't you? I am not like any other woman. I am a lesbian. And you also know that I love someone else. Someone else owns my heart so I beg you, Alastair, let me go. I will forget everything you did to me, just let me go. Please... " She pleaded.
But he did not budge.
Desperation is on its face. And in the end, Alastair just stared at her. "Get dressed. There are clothes in the cabinet for you. After you get dressed, go out so we could eat our breakfast." He said as if he had not heard what she said.
Alastair stood up and fixed his pants then he headed for the door to get out of the room.
Alastair was already at the door when he spoke again.
"Please, let me go. You don't own me and you never will. You will never own me. I already belong to someone else. So please, just let me go."
Please, let me go. Let me go. She silently prayed.
But she was so disappointed in its response. "No." He said emphatically then he turned to look at her. "You will stay here with me, Claire." He suddenly grinned. "Remember what I told you last night? The moment I laid my eyes on you, I already marked you as mine and there's nothing you can do with that. You are mine, Claire. If I have to impregnate you, I will. Oh, I have already started last night." He said before the expression on his face became serious. "I won't let anyone take you away from me. No one can take you away from me."
Her mouth tightened at what he said and her fists clenched in rage.
"You, asshole! You're crazy! You're a devil!" She screamed in pure anger.
He is a demon. And she could not believe that her parents wanted her to marry this kind of man.
The grin returned to its lips, seemingly pleased with the anger he saw on her face.
"Say whatever you want, Claire. Curse me as much as you want. But that won't change the fact that you're stuck here with me. And don't plan to run away because whatever you do, you can't get away from me. So, if I were you, just behave, Claire, and follow my wishes. You will not want me to be angry. " He said before he finally closed the door, leaving her furious.
He can get mad all he wants. But she won't just sit around and let him play with her.
She will escape from him. She will find a way to get away from him.