Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

The coffee that I was craving before we got to the coffee shop suddenly tasted like bile to me. I couldn’t even allow myself to enjoy its taste as the only thing on my mind was my doom.

The suffering I was going to face when I got home.

I didn’t even realize I was far too gone in my train of thought, and only my body was still physically present in the shop until I felt something hot burning my skin.

“Lia, are you okay? You just spilled coffee on yourself,” Albert’s voice came, and I stared at him for a split second before I stared down at myself.

I gasped as I glanced down at my white denim pants which I had painstakingly hand-washed yesterday and was drenched in the simmering-hot coffee.

I was about to respond to Albert that it wasn’t a big deal when I felt something brutally stepping on my toe. I stifled the urge to yelp in pain when I saw who the perpetrator of the wicked act was.

Of course, it was my master, Ryan. He had a wicked scowl playing on his face as he literally squashed my toes with his feet.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

I couldn’t take it anymore, and so with every bit of my strength, I pulled my feet away from Ryan’s viciousness and yanked myself up from the chair.

“I-I have to wash this, excuse me,” I informed Albert.

“Oh, okay. Don’t forget to let me know if you need my help,” Albert replied, grasping my hand, and tenderly squeezing it.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Ryan poking his inner cheek with his tongue; a sign he was extremely angered by Albert’s action.

Great, my torture would triple in intensity.

I wordlessly nodded as I stylishly eased my hand from Albert’s hold.

Then, I sprinted to the bathroom stalls. I panted as I looked in the mirror while holding onto the sink.

I didn’t even notice that tears had started trickling down my face until a drop splattered into the sink.

I was scared. I was terrified of the punishment I was certainly going to receive from Ryan.

Had I known I would never have ignored my gut instincts. I wouldn’t have listened to Ava. I would have just gone home to the mansion after I finished my classes.

Fuck it, why was I such a disobedient brat, I thought as I cried harder.

Now, I will have to quietly bear the consequences of my actions.

“Well, well, well. Have you realized what you brought upon yourself?” I heard the voice that I dreaded so much to hear at the moment, and instantly, my breath hitched in my throat.

I stared at him through the mirror and a feeling of deja vu washed over me. I recalled the day he fucked me in the bathroom at the gala.

Only this time, I wasn’t excited and overstimulated as I was that day. Instead, I was scared out of my head.

My grip on the sink loosened as I searched for reasonable words to reply to him, but even my mouth failed me and I couldn’t do anything other than stare at him.

“Nice. You don’t want to talk, huh?” He growled with a gaze colder than ice darted at me.

I shook my head fervently as my mouth tremored open and clamped shut again.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk. My mouth had just failed me.

He pranced up to me, yanked me by my arm, and roughly slammed me against the wall before caging both sides of my head with his arms.

He glared down murderously at me, and I almost wet my panties.

And no, it wasn’t with desire or lust. I almost peed myself in fear.

“You fucking leech, how dare you to go against the fucking contract and fuck around with other men? Have you forgotten what you are, you damned slut!” He spat, and I squeezed my eyes shut in fright as my heartbeat quickened in trepidation.

“P-please forgive me, Ryan. I-I didn’t mean to do it. Albert is just a friend of mine a-and I came here to grab coffee with him. I-I’m not fucking him I promise, you are the only man I’ve ever fucked. Please believe me, Ryan,” I stuttered with my eyes still flickered shut as my entire body shook with panic.

“You have the audacity to fucking lie, you unchanging harlot. That bastard is your friend, what the hell do you mean by that? Do you think I was fucking born yesterday that you’d say something as stupid as that to me? I heard him and you also heard him loud and clear when he said you are going to be his girlfriend soon and you want me to believe your bullshit!” Ryan hollered back and I exhaled sharply as I squeezed my eyes open to stare up at him, and immediately I did so, regret washed over me.

I should have kept my eyes closed instead of opening them to stare at Ryan’s soulless grey eyes, they screamed murder.

“Now, you will fucking go out there to tell that bastard that you’re going home. You’ll then go into the dungeon and wait for me, do you understand?” He barked, to which I fervently nodded.

“Good. Now fucking scram out of my sight, you dumb whore,” He screamed.

I quickly obliged his command and bounded out of the bathroom with my heart slamming against my ribs.

“I’m sorry Albert, I just got an emergency call from home,” I lied through my teeth as soon as I got back to our table.

“Oh, do you need me to go with you?” Albert asked.

I shook my head in negation as I grabbed my bag, “It’s fine. I can handle it on my own,”

“It was nice meeting you again, Miss Daphne,” I feigned a smile at Ryan’s secretary, and she smiled back at me.

“Likewise,” She grinned back.

Then, I turned around as I stepped out of the coffee shop to the roadside.

I stared at the sea of passing vehicles as a thought stirred in my mind.

Maybe I should just get myself killed to forever escape Ryan and his cruelty.

A horn sounded in front of me as the familiar range rover wheeled to a halt in front of me.

Wordlessly, I climbed into it, not even bothering to indulge Damon in any questions on how he got my whereabouts.

I wept quietly as Damon drove off to Ryan’s mansion–my soon-to-be death place.