Owned By a Greek god

**** JASON EMERSON’s P. O. V Continues ****

“Oh, you are just too stubborn.”

“Sleep now, mom.”

I smiled and hung up the phone, then set it down and smoked every other drag. “She’s ready, Master.” One of my maids said this, and I nodded while putting out the cigarette in the ashtray. I got up and walked to my room, where I was going to take a bath.

You can’t even imagine what my room could look like. I’m in charge, so my room should say that. I opened the door to my big room and walked in. When I say big, I imply big. I was put on my mattress and my clothes were pushed off. I went to the bathroom and stood right under the shower.

As the water ran down my body, I closed my eyes and thought about everything that had happened that day. That woman will have to pay for making my mom miss all of this. You might be shocked by how angry I am. When I was very young, my stepfather always made my mom feel like she couldn’t handle everything.

My real father was taken away from us by a woman at his job. My mom had to marry every other guy, so she has to send me to school.

She got married to him, and he kept molesting her or him right in front of me. I can’t, I repeat, I can’t let her get hurt any more.

But then this beautiful b*tch showed up out of nowhere and caused her pain. “Gosh. She will feel terrible about this, “I said going for walks after using the bathroom.

I used my towel to wipe down my frame and then threw it at the door. I reached for my dress and put it on, along with my slippers with big feet. I used my hairdryer to dry my hair and then walked out of the room. “Master, your food is done.”

The servants said this while bowing their heads. “I’ll eat later,” I said as I went to the last room on the fourth floor. She might be so happy to look at me. I opened the door and went inside to look at the bed.

Both of her hands and feet were handcuffed to the bed. Her legs were spread apart, which made it easy for me. I walked over to her bed and saw that her eyes were closed. Does she really sleep? When I turned my face toward her, I could see that she was really asleep. I took advantage of the chance to look at her face.

She had long eyelashes, a small nose, and red lips that went all the way to the corners. To be honest, she looked really beautiful, but I didn’t care at the time. Mom gets hurt.

“Wake up,” I said in a scratchy voice as I moved away. She quickly opened her eyes, and when she or he saw me, their eyes got bigger and they shook. She tried to close her legs, but she couldn’t.

“Your legs are bound with chains. You can’t keep anything secret, “I said, giving her a cold look.

“Don’t come near me.” She said she was in trouble.

“You’ll keep hurting yourself,” I told her as I looked at her wrist, which was already turning red.

“Kill me! Do it already!” She said it, and my eyes filled with tears. “I cannot. I promised my mom I wouldn’t do it anymore. But I never told her I wouldn’t punish you, “I said that I moved closer to her and ran my hands up her legs to her thigh.

“Stay far from me Murderer.” She said it with her teeth clenched, and I pulled up her robe to show her lovely looking pu**y. “Please do not do this! Please.” She said it through tears.

“Don’t beg me, it makes me angrier,” I told her, lifting the robe to her head and covering her eyes with it. “Get this thing away from me! I dislike you.” She said this as she stopped crying. I took her breasts in my hand because they were so soft and pretty. I squeezed them as if I wanted them to give me more milk, and she or he cried out.

“My mom is a character I don’t want to be in a funny story,” I told her as I tapped her p**sy. She shook to cover herself. “Don’t you even care about anything? Any human feelings? You act like a terrible person!” She yelled, and I grabbed her face in anger. “Shut your mouth!” I screamed and clenched my teeth in anger.

“I’m not to blame, because I was the only one wasting time,” I said as I took off my clothes.

“Please.” In a low voice, she said. “Don’t beg me!” I said it with my teeth clenched and moved to the bed.

Putting myself in front of her door.

**** MELINA’s P. O. V ****

I felt it wash over me, and my eyes filled with bigger tears. The hardest part was that my robe covered my face, and Agnes’s plan might not have worked. I felt it against my buttocks and closed my eyes because I knew it was going to be a rough ride. He put up a fierce and angry barrier, and I screamed as he pushed through it with no mercy.

“Stop!!!”

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“I screamed and cried, but I thought he wasn’t paying attention. He got so angry that he couldn’t talk to him any more.

Love and passion must end the sex. But that led to hurt, anger, and vengeance.

I cried and cried,

but it was clear that I was turning against myself. No one came to help me. He saved me by using mine like an animal, both inside and out. It was impossible to push him away or even look at him.

Everything I did was set up live and let him get what he selfishly and annoyingly wanted.

After a few minutes of constant drilling, it felt like getting out of a tunnel in a polite way. I still hurt, but not as much as when it took over me. I said, as I watched him leave, “I want you to be happy now.”

“Make it clean.” What did you say?

“Don’t make me calm down! Just kill me!!

Already, you’ve ruined my way of life!!!” I yelled. I heard footsteps coming up behind me.

I hope I’m not thinking that. When I felt hands on my leg, I knew I was free. The next thing was that my hands were freed.

The blindfold was taken off, and I felt hands on my face. When I looked around with tears in my eyes, I saw Agnes sad-eyedly looking at me.

“I’m sorry, Melina.” She told me she was pulling me, so I hugged her and cried even harder. I said through tears, “He’s a beast.” “Now you can have it, Melina.” I shook my head when he said that.

“Never! I could never think of him as a teacher. I only saw him as an animal. I dislike him a lot, and if I have to kill him, I will. I will kill him no matter what.” “It took away my happiness and my pride!!

He still used me! In the way he wanted!!” When I yelled, she or he gave me another hug.

“You should calm down. You are not good.” She said she would help me stand up.

The pain I felt between my legs was no longer anything to write home about. I felt like I couldn’t decide what to do.

As we walked to the bathroom, she held me tight. I jerked every time I took a step. It looked like I was going to forget people soon. We were shown to the bathroom, where she or he took my robe off and told me to sit in the tub. “I told you not to fight with him any longer.

He is very big and could hurt you.” She said something, and when I looked at her, I had tears in my eyes. “I couldn’t stand the thought that I might lose my joy in him. I begged him and told him his name at the same time.” I told her or him in tears, and they sighed.

“You made a mistake by doing that. It might be best to say nothing. He could get anything he wanted and then just leave.

You made him angry, and that’s why you’re in so much pain.” She said, and I agreed with her.

“Can’t we just bathe and be done with it? I want to sleep.” I said, “Wiping my teary eyes,” and she or he nodded and smiled very slightly.

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