Chapter Fifty-One
His name was… what was his name again? Some etiquette tutor, someone who was going to be dropping by the mansion to teach her how to be a proper woman. Well, those advisors were going to be ashamed of themselves when they saw how perfectly behaved she could be.
She walked down the steps, the knocks sounding on the door repeatedly. The servant came from the side and approached the door. She unlocked it and opened it.
The man entered the mansion.
It took only one look.
She saw his intent, and saw his muscles tensing up to action. She knew she was in deep trouble. She turned on her heels and bolted up the stairs. His footsteps were heavy behind her, fast catching up.
"Come here, you slut!"
She raced down the hallways into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, but the man stuck his foot in the gap and forced the door wide open. She backed away in fear.
"Please!"
He closed the distance between the two of them, hands grabbing onto her waist and lifting her off the floor. He slammed her down on the bed and she turned on her stomach, trying to crawl away. But his hand caught at her ankles and pulled her back to him. He flipped her on her back and struck her across the face. Her head split to the right, blood dripping from her mouth.
"You do as I fucking say," the man spat at her.
Her hands fumbled around, pushing his away as he pushed her dresses up to her waist, his hands dragging her pantyhose down.
"No, please!"
The man fisted his hand and swung it at her face. Her nose bled. He held her thighs far apart, unbuttoning his pants.
"GABRIEL!"
She cried and cried as he ripped her panties from her and pushed into her forcefully, her pussy tearing at the violent entry. He thrust into her strongly as she thrashed about. Her tears streamed down her face.
"GABRIEL! GABRIEL!"
The man continued to pound into her. She backed away, but his hands pulled her lower body back down to him. Picking a pillow from the side, he pushed it into her face and fucked her hard.
And the abuse went on all night.