I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark)

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I looked up to see Tavon’s pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face

and to his side in resignation.

With how glaring the fear in his eyes was, you’d think he had seen the grim reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe and she had come for his soul.

With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still on the doorway. With her firm stance, I could tell that there was a thundering expression on her face.

“Jessica, I…” he stuttered as he tried to explain. He was still struggling to form his words when the

woman he called Jessica interrupted him harshly.

“Shut up!” With long quick strides, Jessica closed the space between them and before I knew what was happening, she raised the hand that held the whip and it came descending on Tavon’s shoulder.

I gasped loudly and flinched back, falling on my butt.

What the hell!

I watched the scene in horror as Jessica repeatedly struck Tavon with the whip, the sound of it mak-

ing contact with his flesh filled my ears and then…

My mouth hung open in shock. Now this moment was the one that actually deserved a ‘What the hell‘ outburst because what the actual friggin hell!

Tavon was actually getting off from being whipped!

I watched in horror as his floppy genitals slowly but steadily hardened the harder Jessica whipped

him. The sickening sight was burned into my mind – his wrinkled member growing more engorged with each cruel lash, a twisted look of pleasure spreading across his aged face. How could he de- rive such revolting gratification from this sadistic act? The very idea made my stomach churn violent-

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My eyes widened incredulously when he started to tremble, letting out breathy moans as he cli- maxed, some of his release dripping on the floor. A strangled sound of revulsion escaped my lips as Twitnessed his shameful display. This whole scenario was like a nightmare from which I couldn’t

wake, an affront to all decency and human dignity.

Oh my gosh, what did I just watch?

I dragged my gaze away from his genitals and looked at his face. After each lash, his face would

morph from contorting in pain to relief. His eyelids would droop close as he moaned unabashed, his expression one of rapturous ecstasy. It was deeply disturbing to see such depravity, such a com- plete lack of shame or self–control. This man was utterly lacking in any shred of morality or virtue.

Jessica also watched as Tavon came all over the place, her facial expression hidden behind the mask she had on. I stared at her, wondering what sort of person she must be to willingly take part in

these degenerate acts. Did this scene of utter debasement and perversion arouse her as well? The mere thought made me shudder with visceral disgust.

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Does this act turn her on too? I wondered when I noticed her watching him so intently.

Tavon let out a loud content sigh then with a smile on his face, he opened his eyes. Immediately, Jes- sica returned to whipping him again, even more fiercely than before. It seemed she took his plea sure as a cue to escalate the brutality, raining down lash after merciless lash upon his frail body.

“You sick old mán!” She yelled and Tavon didn’t seem to be vexed at Jessica’s mock and insults. In- stead, he seemed to like it, to revel in it. His depravity knew no bounds – he wallowed in his own de- crepitude and abasement, embracing the vilest insults and cruelest mistreatment as if they were a privilege.

“You want me to hit you, don’t you?” Jessica said as if she was speaking to a child as she drew back her arms and the whip landed on the man’s body once more with a sickening crack.

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I was not the one being hit but each time the whip made contact with his skin, I flinched at the sting I was sure the whip must have left, the pain it caused it was just minutes ago that I was in his shoes, I remembered it all too well. Even the cracking sound of the whip making contact with his body was enough to make any onlooker scream in fear for Tavon.

While my face watched in horror, watching as the woman kept whipping him, the man just squirmed when the whip made contact with his skin and the moment Jessica lifted it away, a con- tent, almost orgasmic smile would spread across his lips. It was as if he craved the agony, desired to be broken and humiliated in the most sadistic ways imaginable. I felt ill bearing witness to this utter perversion of the human soul.

You fool! Tell me how much you like this. Let me hear it!” Jessica yelled again as she untangled the whip that curled around the man’s neck. It looked so painful, leaving angry red welts in its wake.

My heart beat increased as I kept watching and I knew that if the man had hit me this hard or much, I’d have lost consciousness long ago. How could his wasted husk of a body withstand such relent- less torment? It seemed superhuman, bordering on the inhuman – a display of the darkest, most mon- strous impulses to which the human psyche could descend.

I gaped at him as he started to laugh heartily, his laughter filled with morbid joy, devoid of any sem- blance of sanity or reason. In that moment, he appeared less a ́man and more a creature consumed

by the basest appetites, enslaved to his most grotesque cravings.

Jessica, my darling,” he croaked out and laughed again. “I just like it this way, give me more, baby. Give me more…” he drawled with a loud moan and his genitals started to harden again, straining ob- scenely against the confines of his disheveled clothing.

Jessica slightly turned to me, my gaze met her masked one and I understood immediately. I scram- bled to my feet, revolted and desperate to escape this den of iniquity. Quietly and quickly, I slipped out of the room, away from the insanity going on there. I quickly shut the door behind me, blocking out Tavon’s nauseating pants and moans, but I.could not so easily shut out the horrific images now seared into my mind’s eye.

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I stumbled away from the door, wincing as the bruised skin on my back occasionally stung. I burst out of the short hallway and stopped at the corridor before the staircase.

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I closed my eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. I could feel myself shaking. My arms were wrapped around my body but they still trembled. I unwrapped my arms from my body and clutched the railings but there was no difference.

My heart was still beating erratically, and I couldn’t slow it down. The hideous satisfaction on Tavon’s face as he hit me was still vivid in my mind.

“Ahh,” I moaned in pain and instinctively arched my back as the bruises on it stung again and it was as if I was reliving those dreadful minutes again. I felt uneasy and scared. If I was going to be here till Dylan got whatever he wanted, was that how I’d get beaten like I committed a crime everyday? Even a criminal doesn’t deserve to go through so much pain. Wait, maybe Dylan does.

One thing was sure though, the fear that Tavon had instigated in me was forever etched in my heart.

I was just there for just a few minutes and I was terrified. I wondered how that Jessica lady was do- ing there.

A few minutes later, I heard the door open. I suspected that it was the torture room I had just exited and I was expecting footsteps but there was none.

I slowly turned around and found Jessica staring at me. When our eyes met, she started to stalk to- ward me; will Tavon beat her back before he would be fully sated? Perhaps it was what the girl also derived pleasure from.

Oh oh, what did I do? Though her mask was still on, I could tell from her quick steps that she was

mad. Maybe. A mere assumption from her body language.

“What are you doing here?” The masked lady stopped before me and asked bluntly.

“Excuse me?” I drew back.

I wonder why she was asking me what my business here was so rudely when she could already tell

why I was here. I wonder who she was. She looked young to be Tavon’s wife but if she turned out to

be his wife, I’m sure I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Dylan gave me as a gift to him,” I replied to her, nodding down the hallway.

Jessica impatiently looked down the hall then said hurriedly, “Come with me.”

She said to come with her as if I had a choice. Her hand was on my wrist as she dragged me to a nearby door..

She pushed me into the room, thankfully, she was nice enough not to touch my back. I saw that the

well lit room was a bathroom. She entered and closed the door behind her. The bathroom was a

large one so she walked to the mirror and I followed her.

She turned on the faucet and somehow, the water splashed on my back as I took in the beautiful in-

terior of the bathroom.

“Ouch,” I winced and hopped away from her.

The lady’s scoff was the only reaction I got from her. She seemed amused by my actions. Or maybe

it was the dress? Or perhaps, my presence amused her.

I reeled in on her as she lifted her hand to the tip of the mask and yanked it off. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

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“Bitch!” She whisper–yelled, “Look who I am!”

My eyes rounded as I gaped, bug–eyed, in astonishment at the woman before me.

What the hell! The masked woman whom Tavon had addressed as Jessica who was also standing before me with her mask off right now was my sister, Bella!