Page 49 of Tyrant

Blood.

I’ve cut myself on the rope Tyrant used to tie me up. I’ve cried all my tears out. When I look down at myself, there are a few stray tears on my right breast, still drying.

And speaking of drying against my skin… there’s Tyrant’s cum. As I thrashed and yelled for help out of instinct, some of the cum on my face crept down to my upper lip. Tickling me until I licked. Allowing me to taste Tyrant’s cum.

Then I was panicked and turned on at the same time. So many emotions colliding at the same time until something in my brain finally just snapped.

A wave of calm hit me. The tank of panic hit zero. My mouth is dry. My lips taste like Tyrant’s cum.

Every inch of my body aches. Having my arms held up for as long as I have right now leaves everything tingling, growing numb. My wrists are burned and bloody from pulling on the rope, and the more I try to relax my arms, the tighter the rope pulls on my wrists. My legs are spread. They’re tired, rubbery.

It’s not cold in the bedroom but I’m butt naked, coming down from a panic attack, and I just want to curl up under a blanket and scream my lungs out, cry, and fall asleep.

During my panicked stupor I thought about my stepmother. My father. I kept picturing the day my father died in his car accident. Being told about it. Even then, looking into my stepmother’s eyes and wondering if her tears were real or not.

And now I’m here…

Sinners Academy.

I’m trapped. Claimed by an evil man like Tyrant. Yet for as evil as he is, he’s the one who saved me when someone else drugged me.

My heart starts to race once more.

“No,” I whisper. “Please, no. I can’t. Not again. No…”

It’s really not that easy to tell your own body not to panic. The brain and body have their own way of handling situations.

Behind me I swear I hear the bedroom door open. I turn my head, twisting my neck to the point where my neck, right shoulder, right arm, and right wrist hurt really bad. There’s nobody there. The door is untouched.

I look forward again and drop my head, staring down at my body. I force myself to think about Tyrant in the shower. The command of his words and his hands. Me touching myself.Back there.

No.

Say it.

“I gently fingered my own ass,” I whisper to myself. “It felt different. Maybe good.”

I think about Tyrant all but throwing me to the bathroom floor. Taking my body. His cock more than just fucking my pussy.

That wasn’tjust fucking.

He…pounded…

I groan and bite my bottom lip. I take a deep breath and my back breaks out with goosebumps. My mind is totally fucking with me right now. Trying to convince me that someone is in the room.

I turn my head left. Then to the right. Back to the left.

Serafina! There is nobody in this bedroom with you!

I look forward at the wall and take slow breaths. I count to four inhaling, count to four exhaling. And I wait. There’s no other choice.

That’s when something elsesnapsinside my head. My existence here atSA. My existence is in the control of Tyrant. The idea of a choice is gone now. There is no choice. I am his. Everything of mine is his. He takes. I give.

I close my eyes for a breath or two and don’t open them again until I hear the door definitely opening this time.

“Claimed one,” Tyrant’s deep voice speaks.

My entire body tenses, tightens, and there’s a flood of wetness between my legs. My body is instantly in a state of heightened fear and desire. My nipples knot up, almost painfully hard at the sound of his voice.

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