Adam's POV:

Actually yesterday night was one of the best night of my life. I fucked Fiona.

She was really sexy and gorgeous. At first in the affect of drug she was acting like a nymphomaniac. Her flushed red cheeks, trembling body, biting lips, twisting body were really making me so hard. Her naked body was perfectly beautiful. She was indeed a true beauty. At the beginning she enjoyed my touching and foreplaying.

But my ultimate objective was not to pleasure her, rather to inflict pain on her, to let know every fibre of her body true definition of pain.

That's why when I fucked her I didn't even care a bit that she was a virgin. I went as rough, hard and fast I could go on her.

She was screaming but that could not sway me. When the effects of drugs wore off, she was in pain, extreme pain. I knew that's what it was going to be.

But I didn't know why I felt a tugging in my heart seeing her tear stained face, when I wanted to see her cry.

It was fucking confusing. My mind once was being happy seeing her limping and another time feel regret for her state.

Her beautiful body covered with my marks, her painful screams. Did she really deserve these?

"Fuck. This fucking cunt is making me restless." I shouted in frustration.

I went to minibar and poured myself a drink. I gulped three glasses already but that restlessness, frustration didn't go away.

"I have to be hard on her. Harder. I don't care if she is hurt. She is meant to be hurt. This is why I have taken her here. I won't let her tear faze me. I am not a fucking pussy to stop just seeing her tears. I should be happy became that's what I wanted. My revenge plan is on it's implementation. I will turn her into ash."

I thought and vowed.

I had to go London for my business deal. I would deal with Fiona later, after coming back.

After coming back I have to be harsher to her. She is not some one to be coaxed. Even if I want, I can't. I have to extract revenge for every unfair thing was happened to us.

I have to be harsh with her. I must remember that I can not be soft on her, I have to keep my heart at a bay.

Fiona's POV:

I was in my dungeon cell. For five days he didn't come. My damaged body healed a bit.

But my mind was restless, hopeless.

Will I have to die in this cell?

Will I be ever able to get out of here?

Will I be able to see Dad and Zack for one last time?

Thinking about them tears welled in my eyes, my chest felt heavy.

Why Adam was doing this to me?

I didn't even know him and never didn't any harm to him.

Then why did he kidnap me and was giving me this pain?

I was given food twice in a day. Mashed potato and bread in lunch and rice porridge and vegetables in supper.

I could feel that I had already lost a weight. But I didn't complaint, they were at least not starving me.

He used my body like I was some whore. I wouldn't be submissive any more. I would fight against him.

At the evening door was opened and the monster was there.

My body shivered just watching him standing. But I wouldn't let my fear win.

I would fight for my dignity. My dignity wasn't something he could trample over. I would get away from here at any way. I would fight and if I had to die, I would but wouldn't sit here fearing him.

I looked at him, in his eyes.

"How are you?" He asked me, an evil grin was plastered in his lips.

"You should know how I should be, when I am kidnapped and tortured by a coward and sadistic person." I spat with venom.

"Your mouth has gotten sharper and smarter, I see. Has my absence only for five days already made you forget your place?" He asked with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"I know my place very well. A sick bastard like you can try hard but my identity won't be changed." I shouted.

"Have you forgotten that your brother and father are at the point of my gun? Your high pitch voice doesn't say so." He asked greeting teeth.

"Yeah. That's what only you can do. Threat me using my brother, my father, forcing me in my vulnerable state, drugging me. These all show what type of fucking coward you are who doesn't have any gut. Even your mother will hate you when she gets to know you are that low of a person." I bellowed.

Suddenly his expression changed. His veins of neck area popped out and his eyes were narrowed towards me. His nostrils flared and jaw clenched. His face was shaking due to his extreme fury.

He walked towards me with long strides, then he grabbed a fistfull of hairs.

"You didn't even know what you have said, bitch. Who gave you fucking right to speak about my mother? through your filthy mouth?" He screamed and smacked hard on my face hard.

I fell on the bed from a sitting positing. My head was throbbing. My lips were bleeding.

"Take it back." He warned.

"No I won't." I muttered gritting teeth.

"Oh, then take it." saying he was taking off his belt buckle. Don't tell me he will force me again.

He twisted the belt around his right hand and then gave me a harsh push. I fell on the bed again on my stomach.

"I will teach a lesson you will never forget." He said and instantly I felt the belt with it's metal buckle slapped my back. I screamed in pain.

"Stop it. Please stop it." I cried.

He just laughed and continued. One after one belt lashes were falling on my back, my butt. I was screaming, pleading and crying to stop.

But he didn't. With my screaming sound, his huge cruel laughter was also echoing in the room.

My voice cracked and died down from screaming. I didn't have any energy to scream. I couldn't even feel any pain at this rate. I felt all numb. But he was continuing his belting.

I saw my dress becoming red from my blood. In some places torn too. I closed my eyes in exhaustion.

Then felt him stopping. He leaned to my face. Pulling my hair in a fist he levelled my face to him.

"Learnt lesson? Say it was your fault." he said smirking.

"Y-you a-are a-a c-c-cow-ard." I utterd somehow. Instantly his smirk erased and his face hardened.

He grabbed my hair in a fist and made me sit up. He got me up and slammed my head on the nearby wall. I screamed in sudden impact.

Then again did the same. Again. I felt warm liquid trickling through my forehead. I was seeing black dots before me and then I lost consciousness.

After 18 hours:

I woke up lying on my stomach. My body I felt a pounding pain in my head. I touched my head only to find it bandaged. I wanted to turn on another side. Then my back body screamed in pain.

Oh he belted me. My back felt like it was ripped open. I greeted my teeth to bear the pain. I had a skirt on my body below the waist. But I didn't had any top. I needed to release my urine. I felt a pressure on my lower abdomen.

I have to get up. I pulled my hand to support my body. I just winced in a sharp pain. A IV needle was plunged in my wrist vein.

Sighing I tried to remove it with another hand.

"Don't try to remove it. Lie down." I startled hearing a harsh, sharp, dominating voice.

There he was, sitting my tormentor. Sitting on a chair near my bed casting hawk eyes on me. There was not any sign of regret or remorse in his face. My eyes fell on the antique flower vase beside his chair.

Thats when I got conscious about my surrounding. I was not in my room. I was shifted in a larger room.

I again tried to get up but couldn't my whole body was sore. I didn't have enough strength in my hand to support myself. I fell.

I again tried to get up and felt a sharp pain in my left hand for IV needle.

"I told you not to get up. Why are you getting up. Lay down." He shouted.

"I-I mm n-need t-to u-use r-restr-room."I timidly muttered.

He sighed in annoyance and called a maid. A maid came helped me to get up.

I got up very slowly covering my chest area with a bedsheet and entered the bathroom in wobbling legs.

I finished my business and came out. I lay down.

I closed my eyes but still I could feel his intense glare on my body.

"Please give a top to wear." I requested her.

"Sorry. Miss if you wear dress now your wounds will not heal soon. I have applied medicine."

I sighed.

"Give her something to eat. So that she can eat oral tablets." He ordered her.

"Yes Sir." The maid nodded.

She brought a bowl of chicken soup and pasta. I ate them.

"You live in this room from here. Today I felt trouble carrying you here for treatment. Observing your behaviour it seems that you will experience these often from now on. I can't carry you everytime here. So, you will be living here. Besides dungeon cells beds are too hard. I prefer soft bed while fucking." He finished and smirked during saying last sentence.

I just looked at him in disbelief with big eyes feeling disgusted.

"W-why? W-w-w-hy a-are y-you..." I asked. The only thing I wanted to know from the very first day.

"Consider it as your fate." He came to me and ran his fingers inside my hair.

"Now no more talks. take medicine."

Then I took medicine. After taking it instatly I found myself sleeping.

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