Jasmine sat in an empty room where she was tied up. She glanced at herself to see that there's no means of adjusting for herself.
Her legs were tied… her hands too were tied up, and then her whole body relaxed on the chair tangled with the rope.
She tried speaking up, but found out that her mouth was covered too making it uneasy to speak out.
She shook her head in disgust. "What sort of life is this? Isn't it just better to die than facing all this?" Tears gushed down her cheeks.
"He killed my parents, but why? I think it's better to kill me too than passing through this hell in his hands." She thought weeping bitterly.
She shut her eyes and let it open again. "I think I heard him say that my father destroyed his family. How… when? Was I still a kid when that happened?"
"He isn't to blame though, I've watched Dad humiliate the poor and he persists that it's another way of life… now this is the repercussions of his way of life, I'm bearing the pains here when I never loved his way of life." Jasmine flicked her head at the sides several times, and the tears rolled down.
The door was rapped open, and two hefty men walked in. Their faces were damn scary, especially the one with tattoos on his arm.
She watched as the other without a tattoo on his arm walked closer to her. He untied her legs and untied her body from the chair.
"Master will be here soon, she will let you speak once he's here." He uttered.
"Uhmmm! Make sure you are obedient to all his commands… he owns you, Incase you don't know." The other added.
She nodded while her gaze affixed on them. She watched them leave the room without taking a glance backwards.
Within minutes, she heard footsteps approaching the door. Goose pimples fell on her skin repeatedly.
It's him. She's well convinced that he's the one coming.
"I hail you master." She overheard a masculine voice that greeted.
She bent her head low in order not to look at face when he walked in. The opening of the door this time was silent, and then a stoutly built young handsome man walked in.
He was on a short sleeve shirt that exposed his tattooed chest. The ones drawn on his arms were exposed vividly.
"Heads up…" he ordered her, and she lifted her face.
Dammit! Forget the fact that he's ruthless, he's so handsome with blue eyes and curly dark hair.
But he wasn't smiling at all. The expression on his face was full of anger.
She imagined how dark his heart was when his face looked that way.
He moved closer to her and untied her mouth so that she could speak to him.
"Do you know what hatred is all about?" He asked her.
She nodded. "Of course I know."
He pinched her lips. "Don't respond to my questions that way. I'm your master and that's the way you answer me."
"Yes master, I know." She replied.
He nodded and smiled. "I hate you so much and I'll never stop hating you."
"And you think that I love you huh? I hate you too, even more than you do to me." She sputtered unknowingly.
He grabbed her neck and pierced his finger into her skin. She felt the pain so much when he yanked her hair and pushed her head too.
"You don't dare talk back to me that way, or I'll skin you alive."
"Go ahead and do that now." The sentence almost left her throat, but she swallowed deeply.
She wouldn't want to feel the pain again this time.
"What's your name?" He asked her.
She lifted her face. "Jasmine Raye."
"Good, you have nothing to do with my name, because you are just a slave here. A servant worth more than you, and my guards will do with you whatever they wish." He gritted his teeth. "You will always be on your master's bed."
Jasmine hissed Inwardly, she kept imagining the sort of punishment she would pass through in his hands.
He walked closer to her and held her cloth, he adjusted it and stared into her body.
She tried kicking his hands off her cloth when he drew her ears so hard.
"You're already spoiled, so don't pretend to be a virgin."
"Maybe you are the one that deflowered me." She uttered with a twisted face.
He let out a devilish smile and held her face. "I'll disvirgin you myself. And here are my rules."
He turned his back on her. "You are not just a slave, but my sex slave and so you'll always be ready to satisfy me whenever I need you."
Jasmine hated the fact that she refers her as a sex slave.
"You'll also be my servant, and you'll do anything I want you to do. In fact, your working position is my chambers."
She bent her head low, but was all ears.
"You are mine alone, and so no one should lust on you… talk more of laying hands on you. If you let such happen, then I'll roast you in hell."
Jasmine couldn't keep mute to that order. "But you just said that your guards will do whatever they want with me."
"Not with your body… anyone who makes that mistake will face the consequences." He announced.
She only sniffed, at least his guards have no guts on her body.
"And always reply to me with… "yes master". If You Fail to do that, you'll always receive heavy slaps from me." He concluded.
He turned to face her this time causing Jasmine to bend her head low again.
"Hernan…" he called out the guard at the door.
The door was opened and the young man walked in.
"Untie her and take her to the room where she will take her bath and freshen up. Go get her some new clothes before she's done with bathing." He faced Jasmine. "Come over to the Master's room when you're done bathing."
He left the room instantly and shut the door.
Hernan bent low and untied her legs and then her arms, before she got on her feet.
"Don't let him call you a second time, leave to his room once you're done bathing." The guard reminded her.
She nodded slightly.
"Follow me." He ordered, and she left with him out of the room.