Chapter 9

I was at the veranda, as I always enjoyed spending my time there to feel the warm breeze blowing on my skin. Since Florence was not around, I was smiling. I can do whatever I want. At the moment I have nothing to do except keep myself busy reading books, walking around the gardens of the mansion, and lastly cooking with Elise. Having bonded with her, when I feel a little bored, I do enjoy her company.

All of a sudden a noise draws my attention. A man appeared standing on my room's doorstep, pointing a gun. My eyes rested on the silver gun for a moment. A sudden rush comes into my veins that scares me. I don't know what to do. What would I do? A man points a gun. I started to panic. I was looking at the girl with a mask behind, hoping she could pass down the hallway, and I saw the man to save me, defend me, and keep me safe.

I get panicked about how to live life like this—a kind of life that I don't even know whom to trust or who these people are. Their real intentions: am I safe here in this mansion? "You will be released in exchange for sex!" I looked at him. "What? No!" He started dragging me and pulling my hair out of my room.

Looking at him, he was influenced by something having his eyes and his evil grin. "Please let me go," I said, but he doesn't respond at all. I couldn't ask for help; might he end my life with a single bullet passing through my head? I struggle walking as he keeps dragging me out, but I still obeyed him. As he continues walking, I almost stumble down, losing my balance as he drags my hair.

I prayed Florence would be here soon enough, or one of her butlers or even one of the chambermaids would see us down the hallway. He was looking for an open room one by one, and he found one, dragging me inside, pulling my hair, and I was pushed on the bed. I was so frightened by seeing him. I was wishing a miracle could happen; this man won't succeed in what he will do with me. I could see him standing across the room, unzipping his pants. I struggled being tied up with both of my hands again.

I could see the erection of his manhood, so disgusting it makes me sick and puke by looking at it. I cannot shout, asking for help. He was amused as I struggled. Looking at me with that evil smile. He seemed on a drug as high as he could.

He walked across the room closer and started ripping off my clothes. My left breast showed upon him. He was pleased with what he saw—a smile on his face. "Pleased... don't..." I beg him with tears running down my cheeks, holding myself, wondering what he will do next, but he ignores me. He continued ripping my clothes and lastly pulled my underwear. Then I saw a chance to scratch his face with my fingernails, and when he started to bleed, he wiped it on the sheets. But I still struggled; my hands were tied, but I managed to hurt him as much as I could.

"You bitched!" He slapped me so hard that I almost fainted. He held my hips from behind. "Please...! Please...! Don't!, I begged. I almost lost my voice, but he was going crazy seeing my body parts show up to him. He was about to insert his manhood from my behind. But he pins me down, kneeling, holding his manhood in front of me.

He starts massaging. I moan. I just close my eyes, covering them with my hands tied. A few moments later, it seems he was about to go. I felt warm liquid splash on me. It was so gross! He was so disgusting, playing with his manhood in front of me. But I curled up like a fetus, praying someone would help me. This time he was about to pull my legs separately. I am almost naked; he ripped most of my clothes. But the doors blasted, and someone kicked in.

"Who sent you!?" my heart jumps in relief. I was surprised when I recognized that voice; it's from her; it's Florence!

He stops before he could make it an insertion between. I saw both my eyes; he was grabbed and beaten down towards the corner. Florence looked in my direction; she raised the sheets covering my body. Which I couldn't even do because I was tied. She looked at me for a couple of seconds and looked away after she covered.

I was naked, nervous, and shaking. I saw her eyes; there is some part of her turning into a monster. "He said someone sent him for my release in exchange for sex, and he attempted to rape me; he lied and tricked me!" I shouted. I managed to say something, telling her at least she knows what happens before she could drag him out and kill him from that empty room.

I screamed, I'm so scared, shaking my whole body. "She's mine... you slut!" Florence calmly pulled a thin sword on chamber walls. But she decides to pull the one that was at the back of the girl on a mask. I knew her weapons had poison. I only looked at Florence holding the sword. I tried to sit on the bed naked, covering more of my body. "Stand up!" a deep, husky voice from Florence, looking slitting on a man's throat. Blood runs over his neck, flowing. He tried to stop the blood flow.

A form of command from Florence, the girl in a mask, comes near, wraps me down to my feet, and she stands guarding me. Florence kicked him naked out of the empty room, and he fell on the floor with smudges. With his blood all over the place as he manages to crawl. Florence followed him, pointing the sword. The more blood flows on his neck, agonized, the sharply pointed sword digging deeper into his throat. "You like that to be cut off? I want to remind you she's not a sex toy!" She pushed the sword too much deeper into his throat; his blood sprinkled.

Looking at him, his troubled breathing holding his manhood and a slit throat, "She is!" he still managed to answer the coughing and panting voice from him, yelling at her. "Nor a sex object!" she added, reminding him, "That bitch of yours is a sex slave, isn't she? It draws my attention to him why he said that.

"Shut up! Or else I will chop your head off and include that!" pointing to the thing between his legs. "So what does the member of the council decide this time, huh? Sending you to rape her!?" Florence swings, the sword creating a long slice on his chest down to his stomach.

"Why, don't you tell her the truth?! Did you already take the oath? Continuing the lineage and wealth created by them?" he had his evil grin echoed throughout the place.

"Enough! Whoever a Satan sends you. I don't owe anything to them. And who am I now?" Pointing the tip of the blade at his throat, I saw she swung the sword again, slicing on his skin. Blood continued to flow. "Remember this, you a big cunt! Death cast away its spells; bound depends on the ground; your death is your wish. You live it once and end up only once, so be it!".

Pressing the sword slicing, cutting deeper unto him, "Tell your boss to go to hell, and you will meet him there," I saw, she held the sword pointed, raised high, on his chest to end his life. "No! Before you do that, I will fuck her to death in front of you!" spitting his blood at her. "Is that all you got? Raping a woman makes you feel more like a man; how pathetic! Get lost!" Florence ended his life.

She stabbed his heart, leaving him struggling to breathe and end his life. As a form of command, the girl in a mask drags him up, leaving there, bathing in his blood, lying on the cold floor. "You already know what to do with these people who disrespect me, and one thing: She is neither a toy nor a sex object!" She spits on the man's body, then she throws the sword at the big guy, her butler.

He catches it wiping blood-scattered smudges. on the sword. Florence removed and dropped her business coat that contained and shed blood from the man; the blood is all over the floors. Her butler picked up the suit and gave it to one of the chambermaids.

I saw her with tears running down her cheeks. Looking at her leaving the place, one of the young chambermaids, Elise, came to help me get up and untie my hands. She saw a bloodstain on the sheets and looked back at me. "He didn't... succeed," I whispered. The girl in the mask pulled the man out.

One of the chambermaids, Elise, stood up, guiding me. "Come, we will go back to your chamber, "she said, untying me from the duct tape using scissors, after that escorting me while she wrapped me in sheets as we went along the corridors. The other chambermaids helped clean the place.

A few moments after we reached my chamber, she immediately set the tub filled with warmed water, giving me a bath to make my nerves calm down. In a few minutes, I was still traumatized by what happened.