Slave

Chapter 15
Hell on Earth

"Ready, baby girl?" She jumped as Jon touched her shoulder.
"No," she muttered in reply. He squeezed her tightly.
"You look ready enough for me," he whispered to her.
She shut her eyes and blushed furiously at the feel of his lips on her neck.
"Now let's go, Cassandra” he said.
He wrapped his arm around her delicate shoulders to sweep her out the door. Cassandra barely ate anything that evening. Her master managed to force her into eating a few bites, but she felt too sick and scared to eat anymore. After the meals were cleared away, everyone moved down to the viewing area where a couple dozen dancers were waiting. Jon sat down and leaned back while pulling Cassandra into his lap. He never let go of her the whole evening. She was kept pinned to his chest while his hands teased the ridiculously high hemline on her gown and caressed her thighs and shoulders. Every other he'd pull her closer and kiss her for five minutes straight. Unfortunately for her, there was one occasion when she looked up just as he was looking down, and their lips met. Needless to say no one listened to her when she insisted it was an accident. Three hours has passed since everything had started up. Jon, like the rest of the people in the room, had fallen into an indulgent sleep. Cassie couldn't help dozing off herself when he started stroking her hair in his sleep. Cassandra woke up after ten minutes and looked around. Everyone was still asleep. The room was dark and silently still. She managed to wriggle out of her master's arms and sneak out. She was not unnoticed, however. She tiptoed down the halls leading to the safety of her room. When she sneaked past her master's room, she noticed the door was open for once. The halls were dark, so she was completely oblivious to the arm creeping out from behind the bedroom door. She screamed as the arm pulled her quickly into the room and slammed the door shut. She was thrown against the headboard of the bed with a loud crack.
"Thought you'd try and escape me, hm?" asked a menacing voice.
She gasped out loud as Jon pulled back his hood.
"I- I--" she stammered.
He pulled his hooded cloak off, along with the rest of his clothing.
"NO!" she screamed, but he shoved his hand against her mouth and slammed her into the bed.
"You can scream all you want, baby. This room is soundproof," he snarled.
A sick and twisted smile spread across his face as he slapped her. She screamed herself hoarse, despite the fact that she was still being muffled. He kissed her possessively while his hands reached for her gown to pull it off.
"You had your chance to get off easy, sweetheart," he panted wildly, "but you just blew that chance."
With that, he reached back, locked the door, and turned back with an evil smile on his face. She let out a loud scream.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Then he seized her hips, his weight forced against her body. His hand large enough held both her wrists and the other over her mouth. He had moved his hand down from her mouth; the fear made her incapable of speech and up her leg and he pulled fiercely at her underwear. Her body was too weak to fight. His buckle fell to the floor; her heartbeat quickened, but she wished it didn’t. She heard the sound of his zipper and he forced himself harder against her; his hand once more against her mouth, as he forced himself harder and further; her body screamed in pain, the ripping sensation; she wished it’d all end. His moans sickened her. Cassandra closed her eyes and thought of Seth, even when he raped her in the training camp he was never this harsh. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she thought of their baby, she shuddered in disgust at the thought of having to carry Jon’s child. Cassandra soon passed out from pain.