Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

“I am not yours!”, I acidly yell at him, hate for him lacing through my veins. I always knew that there was something very wrong about him, something unnervingly off in his persona.

“I am just a w***e who you paid to f**k, just a naive little girl you hired to hand her virginity to you on a silver platter. Nothing more. Nothing less…..”I loudly declare, fixing him with my cold glare. His eyes widen ever so slightly but he doesn’t look offended in the least. What else could I have expected from a sick bastard like him! If he could take a person’s life so easily without being affected in the least, it was nonsensical of me to expect him to get angry over me insulting him!

“Shut up, NOW!”, he shouted at me and was suddenly by my side, gripping my neck from behind, applying just enough force to keep me in place. I struggled against him but his grip on my arm and neck did not allow me to move even an inch. I struggled against his cold, hard body but it was all in vain.

The hustle and the bustle of Azriel’s men cleaning up the ‘crime scene’ to leave no trace of the unjustified murder of an innocent man went completely unnoticed by me for my mind was too preoccupied with something else.

However evil and cold-hearted my stepmother had been, she was right about one thing,’ The rich and the powerful do what they want and the people below them are the ones who suffer’.

“Stop trying to get away from me”, Azriel exasperatedly coaxes me, tightening his grip on my neck, his temper flared when I suddenly dug at his feet with my 6-inch heels. I’d caught him by surprise and was able to wrench myself away from him once his grip on me loosened because of my sudden attack on him.

His eyes were blazing with fury but I get the feeling that he knew that I needed some space but I didn’t actually think that he would stay where he was and not try to capture me in his arms again.

“I don’t want your money anymore”, I tell him, my voice so low that if the night hadn’t been so quiet, he probably wouldn’t have been able to hear him. He gives nothing away with his neutral expression.

“I want to annul our agreement, you can keep your money, Mr. Clarke”, I tell him, keeping my voice firm but professional as I look straight into his eyes. His brows tightened in response to my declaration.

“I’ve already paid you half of the money”, he simply stated, too confident in himself for my comfort. His cold, blank face never failed to unnerve me but this time, I was decided. The fog from my mind had cleared.

“I’ll give it back to you right now. And then we will part ways”, I assert, trying to appear just as cold as he was being to me. I did not need his money, he could go f**k himself with his millions for all I care! I could make it on my own even without his money!

The fact that the thought of sleeping with him had appealed to me at a certain point made me feel disgusted with myself. But that was when I considered him to be the most handsome and gentle man I’d ever come across.

How could I have ever developed feelings for a man so heartless and cruel? I would rather be broke in a foreign city with no job to support myself than hand him my virginity.

A rueful grin spreads across his face as he responds to me,” You see, that’s not how it works. I am the one who decides when to let you go!” His eyes turn dark as he slowly makes his way to me.

Before I can make a move to get away from him, his arm suddenly wraps around my waist, his other hand on my shoulder, keeping me in place.

He breathes on my neck, gripping my shoulder so hard to the point that it hurts. He pulls my waist roughly against his hard body as the sick bastard’s lips graze my neck, making me squirm in his arms, desperate to get away from him.

“When the lamb is trapped…… she’s just trapped”, he whispered in my ear, his words making my whole body tremble, my mind unable to form coherent sentences to shoot back at him.

But I had to try.

“Will you let me go or not?”, I exasperatedly ask him, honestly so goddamn nervous that I was practically trying not to faint in his arms.

“No!”

“W…..what do you mean ‘no’?”, I ask him, so f*****g thankful that I wasn’t standing face to face with him. I did not want him to see my tears which suddenly started rolling down my cheek. But he wouldn’t do this to me…… would he?

“Ross, take Miss Dawson to my penthouse”, Azriel said, his voice so cold it was hard to believe he was even human.

“N….no. I didn’t agree to this. I don’t w..want to g..go!”I sniffle as Azriel loosens his grip on me to turn me around to face him. My whole body trembles, tears flowing furiously down my cheeks, my heart beating so hard in my chest. I had a feeling that nothing could change his mind but I hoped to God that I was wrong. It simply couldn’t end like this! It just couldn’t.

I noticed Ross advance toward me out of the corner of my eye as Azriel stood in front of a pitiful, crying me.

“Y….you can’t actually do this”, I helplessly whisper, looking up at him with panicking eyes. Just when I think of sprinting away, my hands are suddenly being tied up behind my back by one of his men who’d stayed back whilst the others left with Dennis’s body.

I resist, trying to scramble away but one other man suddenly takes a hold of my arms from the front, maintaining a grip so hard I couldn’t even move.

I look to Azriel who stands a little far away from me and his men. His eyes are so hard, his expression so severe that for a second I hated myself more than I ever had for not seeing straight through to his cold exterior to see what a monster he truly was.

My hands are tied tight behind my back as two men hold me down from the back and front. I can hear the engine of an SUV revving up.

N….no. This couldn’t happen, not to me.

“Please! Let me go!”, I beg him, my voice barely audible. For a second, I see hope when I notice Mr. Clarke suddenly approach me.

“Please!” I helplessly beg him, finding it hard to breathe. I look up at him with blurry eyes.

I feel him placing a finger under my chin to tip my face up so he could look into my eyes.

His eyes are emotionless. Mine, pitiful and broken for sure.

“Cover her eyes with a blindfold!”, he says to a man somewhere far behind me. And that’s when all the air escaped my lungs as I felt a man slip a black cloth around my eyes and me being led away to one of the SUVs.

“No! Let me go!” I scream, beating against the man who held me from behind. I screamed with everything I had. Screamed till my throat felt like it would burst if I even whispered. Screamed till my voice turned so hoarse that even I couldn’t recognize it.

I felt someone inject me with something…..probably to stop me from screaming into the quiet, dark night. And then it all went black,….even blacker than it was before. Just like my future, my vision also turned black. Nothing for me to see…..or feel. I couldn’t help but wish that it could be like this forever.

The thing about communicating with your own subconscious too much was that once you were unconscious, your conscience and subconscious started communicating with each other even in your state of unconsciousness and that was obviously what was happening to me. And it was anything but normal. It was so weird……ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

‘Now what?’ My subconscious snapped at me as if I was the one responsible for all this s**t. ‘It’s dark here.’ My innocent conscious squeaks out, evidently afraid of the darkness that surrounded me. ‘Am I inside my own brain?’ I incredulously ask my subconscious who I could now envision as me. She looked exactly like me……and it creeped me the f**k out.

‘You’re at the bridge in between your consciousness and your subconsciousness, you dummy.’ My subconscious condescendingly answers.

‘You’re so rude’, I tell her.

‘I’m your own alter ego so technically you’re calling yourself rude’, she grins a sardonic grin.

‘Why is it so dark here, whatever this place is’, I asked her.

‘Because you’re currently blacked out’, she said in an its-obvious manner, mocking me yet again. Is this really how I acted in front of other people? Like a goddamn bully? No, I couldn’t possibly be this rude and snooty.

‘Back to my question, what now?’ She snapped at me yet again, bringing back the memories as to what had made me end up here with her, my own subconscious.

‘I don’t know’, I tell her, my voice small. What would happen now? Just the thought of that question made me want to puke my guts out.

The thought of being trapped with ‘him’ made me want to never wake up again.

‘How could I have been so stupid?’, I angrily thought, cursing at myself. The red flags were everywhere. There had been signs…..so many of them. I should’ve run for the hills the moment I felt even a little bit of suspicion toward him.

‘How will I ever dig myself out of this?’ I helplessly whimper out loud. My head pounding from confusion and dread of what was to come next did not help me to keep myself calm.

‘You dug your own grave and no one knows where it is. You’re the only one who can climb out of this pit you’ve stumbled into’, my subconscious sweetly mentions to me, making all the b***d drain from my face as my feelings rapidly change from hopelessness and pity to horrified.

NO ONE KNOWS I’M HERE!

My stepmother or anyone from my family for that matter wouldn’t even try to make any efforts to try and find me. The most they would do was file a missing person report for me.

And I’d told Lily that I wouldn’t be coming back!

No one was coming for me.

No one at all.

Just as I realized that, I found myself frozen….. lost….. and utterly alone.

But no…….I could escape, right? There had to be some way for me to escape from my fate.

Just as I started to fabricate my master plan to escape from the monstrous enigma that Mr. Azriel Clarke was, I felt myself being pulled apart. Like drifting away or maybe floating away….. I really don’t know. It was indescribable. Soon I lost sense of where I was or what in the hell was happening to me, not that I understood my whereabouts or sense of being previously either.