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Arabella thought she had escaped all the brutality from Sandro, but she was starting to doubt his niceness.

She brushed her hair that stuck on her forehead due to the sweat coating her body. They finished fucking a few seconds ago and despite not wanting to give herself completely to him, she enjoyed what he did to her.

Although she didn’t divulge that part of the information to him she believe he knew even without saying.

He had made her writhe underneath him, begged him to fuck her over again and yell his name.

Sandro stood near the window. She didn’t know what he was staring down at but he was tensed. She saw him gripping the window sill and his muscles flexed under the dim lighting of the moon that streamed in.

Sandro turned back to her and she hastily draped the duvet over her bare torso.

She flushed, looking down at her fingers as his eyes stayed on her for a few seconds before he let them wander away.

She cleared her throat breaking the silence. “Why are you being nice to me? I don’t get it.”

“I mean it had been your desire to kill me for a while now and I don’t think discarding those desires in just a day makes any sense. Is there something you are not telling me?”

Sandro left the window side and walked towards the bed, ignoring her question.

Arabella grimaced. Not like she didn’t expect him to go silent on her, she hadn’t thought of him jumping on the question either.

“Why are you ignoring me?” She whined. Her hand went underneath her pillow and she clenched her fists over the pocket knife she had kept there to defend herself in case he flipped at her.

Perhaps, it was now to use it to test his patience and see if he was really who he seemed to be. Or maybe not.

The alarm kept resounding in her head and her subconscious shrieked at her, telling her not to do it.

However, she ignored all the signs and clenched her trembling hands around the plastic handle.

Arabella breathed out and glared at the back Sandro turned to her. Plucking out the knife slowly, she jammed it into him.

Only that it didn’t really enter him.

Sandro intercepted it midway as he grasped the sharp edge with his bare hand.

Blood dribbled out of his hand from the little cut she had been able to make with the knife.

Arabella’s eyes rounded as he turned to stare at her with blazing green eyes.

His lips curved up in an amused grin which looked far more dangerous than his normal smile.

“I know you were keeping that. Don’t think I am a fool.” He yanked the knife away from her and tossed it.

The once pristine white duvet was covered with red crimson liquid and vomit surged up her throat.

“You desired to be treated like a whore so bad? That is why you can’t leave me be? I’ll happily grant your wish.”

Arabella saw the glint in his eyes and wanted to dart away but Sandro was fast.

He gripped her hair, pulling her back to the bed.

Yanking off the blindfolds from the lower drawer of the nightstand, he tied her hands and legs, restraining her from any further movement.

“Let me go, you sick vile man!”

“This sick vile man,” Sandro let out a light chuckle and pointed to himself. “Won’t let you go until he does what he desired with you.”

“I hate you! I never believed you were turning good!” Arabella spat.

“I’d prefer you hate me more because today you might finally get the death you so much wish for,” Sandro said.

He yanked off the blindfolds from her eyes and spread her thighs apart.

“Jesus, you are going to tear me in half. I’m not a fucking animal!”

“I’m treating you as one.” He said before spreading the thighs apart more, not minding her yell.

He chained both legs and wrists before withdrawing his belt and horsewhip from the corner of the room where he hung his torture weapon.

“No, please!” Arabella begged as he turned her over.

But the man in front of her wasn’t the same person she came into the room to a few minutes ago.

He was a monster, a freaking monster without a horn.

The belt and the horsewhip came down on her that same time and Arabella felt her skin break.

She grasped the duvet and attempted to swallow down her scream but it didn’t work as the second stroke came down.

“Stop!” She cried. Tears streamed down her face.

Her head pounded as he went on whipping her like a horse, marking and damaging her skin.

Arabella believed even a horse wouldn’t get the harsh treatment she was getting. He was making her look low more than the animal he told her she was.

After a while, Sandro turned her sore back to the bed and Arabella screeched as her back connected with the duvet.

“Please top!” She panted.

“This is just the beginning, Tesoro. Why didn’t you just leave it? Must you always question my authority?”

“Please, stop. I’ll do whatever you say.”

She shouldn’t beg. She shouldn’t! But she couldn’t help it. She wanted him to stop the assault, begging was the only thing she knew and she doubted he’d answer her now that he seems as though he didn’t hear whatever she was saying.

“It’s too late, sweetheart. What I want is your remains being feasted on by the fucking vultures!”

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Arabella thought her torture was coming to an end when he hung back the whip and belt but it was just the starting point.

He slipped out of his clothes briskly and she blinked, “What are you doing? Please, I don’t want to do such. I’m hurting.”

“Tell that to whoever cares. Perhaps that coward, Blaze? He won’t want to go against me right now!”

Arabella shivered as Sandro spread her legs apart. She tightened her legs and curled her toes as he drove inside her without a second thought.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Always wet and ready for me. You are so tight, Baby.”

Arabella gasped. His hand tweaked a nipple and he flipped her over.

She winced as his hand collided with her backside. He rubbed it, igniting a desire in her before sticking a finger in her pussy.

Arabella bit down on her lip as a moan threatened to spill out. She shouldn’t enjoy it but she couldn’t help herself.

She gripped the duvet and shut her eyes.

“Please, stop.” She whimpered.

Sandro let out a grunt as he thrust inside her, deeply. He gripped her waist, steadying her with one hand, whilst the other closed around her breast.

“Shit!” Arabella moaned as he thrust in and out of her slowly, teasing her. She dragged in a sharp breath as his skin connected with her sore one.

She didn’t entirely feel the pain, everything was mixed with pleasure and it was what she didn’t want.

She wished she could flip herself over and shove him away but it was impossible. Not only would it earn her another punishment, but Sandro was also stronger.

Sandro let out a howl as he quickened his thrust. “You are sweet, darling.”

Arabella’s vision clouded. Sweat dribbled down her chin and with the last strength left in her, she stayed until he poured his warm seed inside of her.

She felt him withdraw his dick and a while later he stepped out of the room, leaving her in the cold and sore all over.

She could barely move her body, so she stayed in the position she was in until Janice or maybe Blaze would remember she existed and come to rescue her.