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Reflection. What is a reflection? What does it mean when you stare into the mirror and you see yourself but without that reflection you'll never be able to visualise who you are. I am who I am as I stand here looking at myself in the long bathroom mirror. From the front, I am a normal girl, the black bags under my eyes as result of lack of sleep yet I am normal. Maybe a little thinner than I was before I was dragged into this new world of mine, a little broken, a little shattered yet I am a face, hands, arms, legs and body with a hint of bruises here and there. But as I turn around I reveal the abuse done to me. The belt marks that have formed into faded scars scattered across my pure skin. The bruises that go deep within my spirit. Am I pure? I don't know. Not anymore. I gave myself up to the man who suffocated my dignity and crushed my soul. I became the crazy in my head for I am now a slave to my aching heart. I take a step back and trace my fingers across my shoulders, I can feel my bones crushing beneath my touch yet here I stand, alive and breathing. I don't feel alive. I don't feel like I'm living. Without masters instructions I am nothing, I have nothing. No purpose, no motive, no air.

For a second just for a second I thought maybe just maybe I could deny him. Deny his rules. Become the girl I was before he trapped me within the palm of his hands. So I stand here, proud and tall as he walks into the room. I know I should be on my knees by the door but my mind tells me to disobey. To rebel against him. To push his limits, for maybe, he will take my life and grant me the peace I've long been yearning for. I await his footsteps, I ache for his punishment. Deep inside, I die for his suffocation. I need him to kill me. To take my life, to end this hell I am drowning in. I turn to face him as he stands between the door frame of the bathroom. For the floor has become my view, I no longer stare at it. Instead, I'm looking deep into his eyes. Those green eyes that take my breath away. He peers at me, a thousand meanings behind his stare yet I can only think of one. He's going to hurt me. I step towards him, my bare feet aching against the cold floor, afraid I might melt before I can get to him. He turns and walks towards the leather chair, taking his usual seat. Patting his lap, waiting for me to bend over on him. I stand still, my heart beating drums in my chest. My eyes trace to his fingers that are now counting down on the armrest of the chair. 1, 2, 3.. and there I am, right in front of him, abandoning my dignity once more as I bend over onto his lap. I dig my nails into the palm of my hands as I feel his hand connect with my bottom. This time, he's harder on the spanks. His rougher as he repeatedly strikes for my ass. I bite the inside of my mouth, tears begging for release as the stinging on my soft skin grow with the intensity of his slaps. I lost count by the time he was done. My head falling down, my hair scattered across my face. I fell apart under his touch. The burning sensation turned in that one of pleasure, soothing ache as he rubbed over the pain he had caused. I whimpered in his lap. Struggling to breathe as I became undone with the touch of his fingers in between my thighs. I knew what was going to happen, I knew he was going to touch me, make me come. I closed my eyes and waited, his finger slid inside me relentlessly. My saliva felt thick in my throat as I swallowed down. He thrusted his finger inside me over and over again. I didn't stop the moan that escaped past my lips, I didn't prevent it from breaking free, I moaned, he fingered, I moaned, he thrusted, I moaned, he twisted, I came. My body writhed against him. I had become the pet he saw in me.


'You ain't shit boy.' My eyes fluttered open as the whip came crashing against my ribs. I bit back the pain that was ripping me apart. I thought about Lana, I thought about her innocence and how I failed to protect her as a brother all the while, thrash by thrash, the whip imprinted into my skin. I deserved it. I deserved the pain. I had failed. I had failed Lana and now I was paying for it. 'Think you got balls because you killed your own mum?'
'Where's all that bravery now you piece of shit?' The unknown man bellowed in my face, his spit inches from my skin. I didn't acknowledge his words as I hung loosely from the chains that held my arms up. I told myself, I deserved this. Blood dripped down my mouth to my chin, rolling down my neck and melting into the sweat that had covered my body. I didn't care, I deserved this.

I jumped up once again, shooting pains pushing through my head as I sat up and breathed out my agony. My phone was ringing, I pushed aside the rage in my bones and picked up the call.
'Kaleb. I am coming back in two weeks, you will receive a text of the location of where I'll be. Make your way there with the girl. See you soon, friend.' He ended the call before I could question him. I clenched my jaw in anger. Training Eva was not suppose to be a three way thing. She was to stay here with me until our five months ended. I wanted throw my phone against the wall. Two weeks and Viktor will be interfering with my work. I headed over to the shower, letting the hot blazing water burn down my skin, burn away the conflict in my head. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, two weeks. Two weeks till my privacy with my pet would be ended. I couldn't fuck this up. I wouldn't allow myself to fuck this up.

I walked into Eva's room, my hair still dripping with water, my clothes damp, it weren't 7am yet so I didn't expect her to be on her knees, I was two hours early. I walked in and there she was, laying in bed. She wasn't asleep. She wasn't fooling me.
'I know you're awake, pet.' I couldn't help myself from being amused by her actions. She groaned and rolled over, getting off the bed she got on her knees in front of me, her eyes locked to the floor. I stroked her hair for a minute, indulging in her sweetness, her presence. Today was going to be a busy day.
'I want you to listen and listen carefully pet. You must know these words off by heart by the end of tomorrow night.' I nudged her face with my leg, meaning she had to look up at me. When her eyes caught mine, I knew she was confused.
'Sucer, meaning suck. When you are told to Sucer, you open your mouth and hold out your tongue, ready to suck whatever you are told to suck.' I grab her chain and pull at it, she crawls after me as I walk towards the leather chair and take a seat. She kneels down between my legs and watches me intently.
'Frotter, meaning rub, you are to hold out your hands, ready to rub whatever you're told to rub.'
'You need to know basic commands like; come, sit, lay, stay. In french in that same order it would be; Viens, assis, couché, pas bouger.'
A frown covered her pretty features as she tried to make sense of the information I was feeding her.
'You need to know this stuff, pet.' I brushed aside a strand of hair from her face. She leaned into my touch. I couldn't help but submerge in her scent and beauty.
'You will learn them for me.' I said matter of factly, I wasn't sure how long I had with her now, she had to be perfect, trained and ready before Viktor arrived.
'Yes master' she spoke out the words I had been accustomed to hear. Those were the only words I heard from her during the day and I'd learn to cherish them. Grinding my teeth together I suddenly rose to my feet. I couldn't let a slave distract me from my reality. Confusion circled her face as I walked out the door.

When I walked back into her room she was sat in the same spot in the same position I had left her moments ago. My hands ached to touch her, to thrive in her presence but I held back. It took everything in my power to hold back. Her eyes fell onto the bag in my hand, I unzipped it and pulled out all of the necessary stuff. Chains, whips, cuffs, dildos, etc. Her face begged me not to, but I knew her body needed this. She had to adjust to the whips, the pain, the pleasure. I cleared my throat, indicating for her to come over to me, she did as she had learned and walked over to me. I held my hand out, my eyes looking deep into hers. She rested her small hands in mine, I cuffed her wrists then stepped forward while she took a step back, until her thighs came into contact with the bed. I gently pushed her back towards the bed so that she was laying down. She studied my every move, I could feel her nervousness as I brought her legs up and cuffed each of her ankles then connected them together with a pole that went in between the cuffs, keeping her legs spread apart. I locked a chain to the cuffs on her wrists and secured the chain to the bedpost. Her heart hammered in her chest, matching my own as I went on top of her to place a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Once everything was in place I took a step back and looked over my piece of art. She looked delicious. I could taste her on my tongue. Her delicate petite little body laying there helpless, ready for my use. I ran my fingers up her legs, I could feel her tremble underneath my hands. Taking a seat on the bed I pushed her legs into a squat. Spreading her pussy wide open for me. Placing a vibrator on her clit, I turned it on and watched her squirm as she grew wet. I rubbed the tip of the small dildo at her entrance and held it there, hoping I wouldn't hurt her too much. It wasn't big enough to take her virginity, it was somewhat the same size of two fingers but I didn't know how she would react. When I knew she was wet enough I slid in the dildo, she gasped against the gag in her mouth. I could hear her pant as I twisted and turned the dildo inside her, spreading her further then thrusting it in and out of her. The higher the level of the vibrator the more she sweated. Silent moans escaped her lips and latched onto the gag as I filled her pussy with the dildo, I could hear how wet she was, I wanted to replace that vibrator with my cock.
'No cumming until I say so, pet.' I ordered. I wasn't done with her, not yet. I pulled the dildo out and held up the whip in my hand, bringing it back I lightly swung it forward and slapped it on her sensitive pussy, her body jerked into the mattress as she let out a shriek. I repeated the process, leaving red whip prints all across her now swollen pussy. I placed the dildo back inside her and worked away at her insides while I whipped her breasts and stomach. She moaned out in pain and pleasure. A sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. A sound I could get lost in. She moaned out against the gag, her saliva dripping down the side of her mouth. I pounded the dildo into her, the whip crushing her skin. I could hear her panting louder and louder. 'Cum' I demanded as I strike her with another whip to the breasts and a thrust of the dildo, she shook uncontrollably, her body stiffening up as her pleasure came to an end. I replaced the dildo with the vibrator, letting her sensitive pussy vibrate against her will, putting the whip away, I flipped her over onto her stomach, my sudden movement scared her. Pulling out a candle, I lit up and let it melt for a while.
'This is going to hurt pet.' I lifted the candle above her back and let the wax drip onto her skin. She clenched her fists, grabbed at the chain, yelped into the gag as the wax burned her to the bone. I put the vibrator on the highest level and watched her struggle against her own body needs. She was in a torturous pleasure. By the time the candle had melted half way, she had already came twice. I blew the candle and put it aside. But I left the vibrator inside her for she was going to be in for a long pleasurable painful night. I stood back, watched her for a minute before I left the room.

I couldn't handle being there any longer, every minute might've been torture for her but it was also torture for me. Holding back from all the things I wanted to do to her was taking a lot of willpower and I was afraid I might lose mine. I decided, a good fuck was needed. I had to get my mind off of her. I'd head out to the pub closest to this deserted house, find myself a willing woman and put my mind at ease. I never had trouble attracting women, they all fell at my feet without me having to ask. But the girl I wanted to be at my feet, despised me.

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