Chapter 13 - A Slave In Every Way!

Third Person's POV:

She fell on the floor crying loudly. Her whole body shook up vigorously as she hiccupped hard.

Everything was a nightmare or a bad dream. Right! If I opened my eyes, everything will go away.

She thought. She stood up and looked again in the mirror.

But no. It was all real. She looked at her belly.

It was carved.

WHORE

The entire world shattered in front of her. She fell on her knees watching this.

God why God Why? Why did you let this happen to me! You marked me as a whore for my entire life! How will I live with this! Better you kill me.

What did I do God? For my which mistake you are punishing me like this? I never hurt anyone knowingly.

She cried her heart out for a long time and then came to the room.

The monster was still inside the room.

Looking at him, suddenly her anger flared, she felt like killing him.

"How could you?" She screamed at him, tears made her vision blurry.

His neutral face suddenly bloomed in a victorious smirk.

"I can do whatever I want. It's just a little proof which you will carry forever as your identity." He said scratching his stubble. A nonchalance was evident in his face at her distress.

He didn't have any regret, God he was so evil!

"Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you? I don't even know you. Why are you giving me such pain?" She sobbed hard.

He didn't say anything, just looking at her with a smirk.

"Why? Why? Why?" She demanded answer hitting his chest, still wailing over her misery.

He gripped her wrists and brought her face very close to his, causing their breathing to jumble uncomfortably.

"Everything I am doing to you, you deserve this. Like I said before, you were a born whore. Life is doing you justice now, look at your body, you are forever stamped with this appanage, identity. You are tainted for good. Wherever you will go, you can't run away from this reality." He evilly remarked, his eyes shone with evilness.

Then he threw her body in the floor. He dusted off his suit like he had just thrown away trash.

She took a deep breath to bear the sudden surge of pain shooting inside her because of the fall. She was whimpering placing her head on the floor.

He came near her and nudged her body with his shoe. She didn't look at him. Then he sat leaning beside her.

"You are a disgrace in the form of human. What you are doing to me, will come back to you with thousand times worse consequences. For which sin of mine you are killing me this painfully? I am innocent." She choked on her sobs placing her head on the floor.

"So what if you are innocent? I was innocent too." He screamed making her stilled in fear, his eyes were sparkling in rage. She looked up at him in confusion as didn't understand what he meant.

"W-what are you saying?" She muttered slowly clasping her stomach in pain over her dress. But her question seemed to make him more enraged. His jaw clenched and his adam's apple bobbed up.

"Shut up, you bloody minx!" He shouted making her flinch.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhaled a deep breath.

He left the room, locking the door. leaving her alone. She stood up, her stomach growled and she felt like the whole room spun around her.

She slowly dragged her beaten and battered body to the bed and lay down. She turned the light off. Sleep overtook her as her body was extremely weak and stressed.

She was brought out of peaceful slumber when she felt a rough hand was invading inside her dress, squeezing breasts in the darkness. A squeak escaped my mouth in fear.

The hand immediately went to her mouth, muffling her sounds.

"Shhh. No sound. It's me." It was him. He was drunk, his voice slurred.

Like as always, he was taking freedom with her body, assaulting it, violating it as he liked, seeking pleasure.

Biting lips, she lay there trying her best to stay silent, not being unnerved by that vile creature's incursion. She stayed rooted at the same place still closing her eyes, as he sucked, bit her neck, breasts aggressively.

He moved to her waist part, opening her legs apart. She heard the sound of his unzipping pant and braced herself for the further degree of torture.

"Ahhhh." Nevertheless, of her hard efforts to stay silent, a scream made it's way out of my her as he entered her with full force. She wasn't not even relieved from the pain of his previous torture. Her insides were still sore and pained as he fucked her mercilessly yesterday.

With his every push, she was feeling like she was getting nearer to the gate of hell and would die. Tears brimmed her eyes and fell on the bed rolling down her cheek as she bit her lips.

After sometimes, his pace increased, he was jabbing his member inside her hard. She felt like her vagina was being ripped open in two. Gripping her waist painfully tight, he was thrusting inside her like a beast.

"Ahhhhhhhhh. Leave me please." She wailed. But he didn't stop. After taking her for numerous times, he stopped. She lay there limp, unable to move. Pained, exhausted.

Suddenly she felt him leaning towards her, his heavy breathing fanned against her cheeks. She clasped her eyes shut, contorting face for his another assault, but to her surprise, he stroked his fingers over her cheeks and kissed on her lips gently.

"How much I wish you weren't you! Then the pain would be a pleasure and the hatred would be affection." She heard him zipping his pant and slowly his heavy footsteps disappeared indicating his departure.

His present behavior made her flabbergasted.

Why did he do that! She was left in utter shock and confusion.

She was trapped in this room for two days, without food. Good that he didn't come today and had sex with her. There was a sharp twingeing pain in her stomach where he carved. She was already so weak. Her throat was dry and stomach was growling for food.

She started feeling freezing cold suddenly. Getting out of the bed, she went to the table to drink some water.

After drinking some sips, she was about to keep the jug in the table and return, but couldn't. She felt giddy and everything around her began spinning. She fell on the floor with the jug and glass and everything went blank.

He really wished that if Fiona was someone else. Then something different could happen between them. But now he had no chance but to take revenge from her.

He avoided her last night, because something in her voice, in her eyes, made him want to stop that dangerous game of revenge. It made him question himself repeatedly, causing his anger to rise.

He went to Fiona's room at midnight. His body was aching to touch her, to be inside her. She was a fucking dangerous drug.

She was locked in the room for two days, she needed to eat something. But he wouldn't be merciful to feed her without any condition. After all, he had an interesting condition for her.

He opened the door and found her lying on the floor unconscious. Glass jug was fall broken beside her and her left hand was bleeding. Water was splattered all over.

How long was she lying there bleeding!

He quickly got there, took her in his arms and placed on the bed.

Her body was burning in fever.

He quickly called the doctor. The doctor said she fainted because of hunger and weakness. And the wound in her stomach got infected which caused a high fever. He cleaned her wound and dressed it neatly.

A look of sympathy was spread over the doctor's face when he saw her body and stomach.

"Was she abused by someone?" He asked Adam.

"None of your business!" Adam exclaimed which made him shut up in fear.

"Doctor, can you give her any contraceptive shot or pill for the intercourse happened three days ago?" He asked the doctor.

The doctor looked at him with confused and questioning eyes. He understood that the poor girl was abused sexually and physically. The gruesome carve was in her belly, it was barbaric and inhumane.

"Sir, if intercourse happened three days ago, then I can give you a pill, this is an emergency pill, which can work till the fourth day of intercourse. Give this to her as soon as she wakes up. And the condition of her body, I advise you not to give her any shot for contraception now. Let her heal and be healthy a bit. In some weak patients, contraceptive shots create some adverse reaction." The doctor said and handed him a pill. Then the doctor left prescribing required medicines.

Adam had to feed her the pill, he couldn't afford any trouble like a child from her. He brought her here for a purpose, not to impregnate her.

After an hour she woke up, opening her eyes slowly.

He made her sit and quickly made her gulp the contraceptive pill. She was weak and couldn't sit up. So he made her lie down again. Next morning he went to her room again and woke her up.

Hearing a knock, he looked at the door.

"Sir, breakfast for you is ready." One of the maids timidly said.

"You need to eat something. Get up." He made her sit up.

Adam took her out of the room, to the dining space. It was her first time, going to dining space. She didn't see how this house was. Ever since she was forcefully brought here, all she had ever stayed were in the dungeon or her room, all beaten up, tortured, unconscious or semiconscious.

He stopped dragging her when they were before the dining table. She stumbled a bit. Maids were serving palatable breakfast dishes on the table. Their aroma was hitting her nose, invigorating the hunger inside her famished stomach.

"Sit there." He commanded her, pointing to the floor. She couldn't comprehend, he wasn't telling her to sit on the floor. She looked at him in confusion.

"W-where?" She asked.

"On the floor. Are you blind? Sit on the floor, you will get to eat after I am finished, you will eat leftovers of my plate from now on." He said.

The maids and workers around them gasped and looked at her with pitiful eyes.

Did she hear him right?

He was telling her to eat his leftovers. A wave of anger hit her. Her eyes were rooted down and fist automatically clenched.

I would rather die in hunger but never I would stoop so low. She determined.

"No. I won't. I will never eat your leftovers." She said still looking down.

"What?" He snapped.

"I said I will die but will never eat your leftovers. I have my dignity." She shouted.

He looked at her with his eyes full of rage and amusement. Her fight for dignity must have stunned him.

Then he laughed out loudly, like a lunatic. His eyes darkened and a sadistic smirk tugged his lips. Fear spread her soul, watching his eyes. She jumped back in fear.

He took steps to her and grabbed her arm tightly, she winced in pain.

Leaning toward her ear he said,

"Dignity? Huh? Darling today let me promise you something. You will forget this word very soon and come to me crawling and begging just for my leftover foods." he released her.

"You all, listen to me. Don't give her any food, not a single drop of water without my permission. If anyone dares to disobey me, you know better what will happen to you. Now, take her to her room." He commanded to the maids.

He sat to eat in the dining table while she was escorted to my room with her pained body, hungry stomach. It would be best if she died in starvation. Then she wouldn't have to tolerate his inhuman tortures anymore.

It's just starving, I would be able to do this. She braced herself.

But in reality, starvation was not as easy as she thought nor dying was. No one came, even her door was locked.

First, five days went by. She survived drinking bathroom tap water. It sated her thirst but not hunger. Next two days, she ate bathroom tissue paper soaking in the water but to her misery, the roll of toilet tissue also finished.

She ate the whole tube of toothpaste to fill her stomach. After that, there was nothing edible enough left.

Next two days, she drank water but felt her hunger would kill her. Her entire body was shaking in weakness and all she could see was blurry, feeling dizzy. She even lost the ability to walk.

She might seem desperate but she really was. She was so hungry that it was driving her insane making her crying for a single morsel.

She lost her ability to walk by then. She crawled to the locked door and banged it from inside very slowly.

"Please, open the door. Give me something to eat. Please." She uttered.

"Please give me something to eat. please." she cried, again banged but it made a mere touch on the door.

"Please, open the door. Give me food." She couldn't listen to her own voice this time, her voice was disappearing. She felt her sense fading.

She woke up, noticing a saline IV drip was plunged in her wrist. She was hungry.

The monster was sitting beside her bed.

"Learned lesson yet?" he asked.

She was hungry. She nodded slowly. She knew that angering him would earn her nothing but pain and wound.

"Look at me while you answer and use your words." He commanded.

"Yes." She lowly muttered.

"So I heard you wanted to eat. You can get to eat but the same condition stands. You have to eat after me, my leftovers." He asserted.

"Are you okay with it? It's okay if you don't want it. You can starve as long as you want." He smirked.

"No. No. I will eat your leftovers, just give me something to eat. I am very hungry." She cried in hunger. She was surprised with herself.

She wasn't even feeling ashamed while begging for food like this. She was really pathetic and desperate. In another time she would spit on herself for degrading this low for food. But not now, after experiencing how painful hunger could be.

He looked at her with his amused eyes.

People could stoop very low to satisfy his hunger, do anything. Today she got the proof herself.

The person who never starved couldn't know the pain of hunger.

The IV drip was removed from her hand and she was brought to the dining room again.

"Sit on the floor." He ordered her harshly.

She sat down on the floor submissively this time, all her fights died down. She was looking down at her lap when maids served him food.

"Don't throw away my leftovers, give these to her to eat from now on." He ordered one of his maids after finishing his meal.

The maid took his place and placed it before her, which was containing little leftovers of his food.

Little rice, chickens bones, little vegetables, and fish bones.

Tears fell from her eyes as she took little rice and filled inside her mouth and chewed it. She could take three more mouthfuls of rice until it was finished. Her hunger wasn't sated as the amount was very little.

It was indeed a heartbreaking sight! A human was forced to eat another human's leftovers food, sitting near his feet, wiping her tears. One of the most dehumanizing deeds.

"What have you said, darling? Oh, I remember, dignity! Look at you, sitting at my feet, you are eating my leftovers like my pet dog. Does your current image show that you have any dignity left in you? You stripped your dignity while you crawled back to me, holding my feel for my leftovers. Dignity is defeated to hunger." He laughed mockingly when she was shedding my tears of helplessness, biting lips.

He never understood today this girl was broken in many layers from inside. She had nothing to call dignity left in her.

She cried and prayed to God to give her justice, because who had no one they had God.

"Enough of her eating, get her back to her room and prepare her." He commanded a maid. The maid looked at her with pitiful and apologetic eyes and gently lifted to get up. She walked to the room with her support.

"Miss, I have run the warm water in the bathroom. Go and have a shower quickly. Or Sir will punish us both." She said fear was evident in her voice.

She quickly had a shower and came out. She dried her hair and lay on the bed retiring her weak body, turning the light off.

Next few days were the same, she would get a little bit of Adam's leftover food after he was done. She would eat sitting near his feet. Every night she would tolerate his sinful tortures, drowning in her tears.

At this rate her body would give up for real, she thought.

Her body wasn't in her control, he would come anytime and do anything with her body any way he liked, she would get to eat only leftovers near his feet.

She wasn't even permitted to take one step away from the room.

She was a slave in every way.

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