Erotic Ginnie

"Sara's point of view,"

"Whose number is this?" I was sleeping soundly until my phone started ringing. I wasn't aware I had slept until the afternoon.

I can't believe I slept until the afternoon. I used to get up early every morning.

Perhaps you slept so late because of the physical torment you endured last night. My body continued to hurt from his intense fucking.

I thought last night that he was a real monster rather than a human.

He was just interested in fucking me so hard; he didn't give a damn about my suffering, my cries, or even my tears. I don't even want to get out of bed or put on clothes.

What purpose did the clothing I was wearing when he tore it to pieces serve? Did it cover my body?

However, where is he now?

I turned around to search for him.

Thank God he is not around; I can at least breathe freely in his absence.

However, where is he now?

Last night, he showed me no mercy; therefore, I have no reason to be concerned with him. I was getting angrier the more I thought about what happened last night.

I never thought sex could blind a man so completely.

My phone buzzed once more, this time displaying an unknown number on the screen.

Maybe this call is from Neil; otherwise, who will call me from an unknown number?

Except for my close friends, I kept my phone number private.

I tapped my phone's receive button right away, pleased at the thought that it might be Neil's call.

"Thank God, you called me Neil."

There is no voice on the other end of the phone.

"I know it's you, Neil, so why didn't you speak?" The silence on the other end confirmed my suspicions that these could be calls from Neil.

The call disconnected after two minutes of silence, and when I attempted to reach that number again, it was off.

I started to worry that he might be in trouble. I desperately desired to save him, but how can I accomplish that when I am unable to defend myself against that monstrosity?

In two days, I lost everything. I lost everything, including my first kiss, my virginity, and my love.

Right now, I have nothing left that can bring me joy.

My body smelled like sweat, and his discharge made me sick to my stomach. It's a good thing he didn't release me again; otherwise, I'd have to take a bath right away at night.

I leaped from my bed to get in the shower. I turned on the hot shower to alleviate the pain in my body.

Once he turned me on the bed, my hands hurt even more, and the pain in my arms from the constant ties was excruciating.

I saw my reflection in the mirror. My ass has his smack mark, and my eyes are red and swollen. My clit is already swollen, and my vaginal cut is becoming deeper.

Is this what people call sex?

Maybe this is how animals satisfy their untamed desires.

I used a towel to dry off after taking a shower, but I didn't want to cover up my body once again with his shirt. After all, his belongings remind me of his wild and terrified side, and after last night, I don't even want to touch or smell his stuff.

However, I am unable to spend the entire day in the house naked. I have to find something to cover my body with. To stay warm, I wrapped the duvet around my body.

I'm not sure why, but I've suddenly felt cold.

I opened the door to the room to find some food. To my amazement, his large house is empty except for me. I made my way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator in an attempt to eat, but there was nothing there to satisfy my appetite.

Everything edible is available in raw form in the kitchen. I needed to cook something to eat, so I turned on the stove and made myself an omelet.

However, I was really hungry. I have too little energy to cook the number of meals I want to eat.

Should I order something for myself? I'm not sure I have enough money to order food. With disappointment, I glanced at my phone.

Who will believe that a famous billionaire's wife is hungry on the very next day of her wedding?

Sadly, he is not in this house to answer my question of why, despite his wealth, he didn't have any servants. I have no idea where he disappeared, leaving me alone in this large home. At least he could tell me he was going to leave me.

I tried to open the main door for food but found it locked from the outside. How could he confine me like this?

Was it his intention to keep me confined to his home, only letting me out when he felt like it?

Anger, pain, and hunger are all emotions that exacerbate my situation.

Anyway, I mustered the strength to prepare rice for myself. Because I was so hungry, I ate the dry chili chicken that was in his fridge with rice, even though it might have expired.

My body temperature increases. My head is spinning, and my face feels like it's burning. My arms and legs suffer so much that I am unable to get any sleep, even if I want to.

I discovered a laptop in his study area after wandering around his house like a lost puppy. I turned on the screen. Although a password is required for access, this is advantageous as it allows guest access as well.

I decided to check my email as a distraction from the excruciating ache in my body.

An email from my new publishing business requested that I submit new articles by this evening.

"How could he do this to me? After waking me up all night, he asked me to write an erotic story for his publishing house. He must have thought I was some kind of erotic genie who could grant his every desire with a simple rub of my clitoral." I got furious and clenched my fist, but then it hit me: I need money.

My eyesight became fuzzy as I attempted to write a fresh chapter of my story. Before my eyes, the letters and symbols began to twirl. I felt as though the light from my laptop screen was engulfing me, nearly blinding me.