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Damon watched her tremble before him, the phone in her ear. Her eyes were soaked in fear. Even though he hadn't touched her yet, her eyes still glistened.

He knew he had put her up to make a hard decision: break up with the so-called Manuel or get punished, and now she was going to get punished for making him repeat himself.

"Break up with him," he grimaced, his tone stern.

She was sobbing hard now, her palm over her mouth as she tried to stifle the cry. She knew it wasn't going to be that easy to avoid punishment. But what he was asking her to do was just tricky.

She and Manuel had been together for two years now. Even though she didn't love him, they were still planning on getting married, and her secret reason was to leave her family.

So how could she tell him that she wanted them to be over?

"HELLO!" Manuel's voice filtered out of the phone. She blocked the speaker so he didn't hear what her maestro said.

"HELLO, BABY."

"BABY"

In a moment of bravery, she ended the call and whispered, "I can't do it."

Damon's face darkened; he dragged his hands over his face and sighed, "You disobeyed me." He stood up and approached her, his face emotionless. But she knew he was angry.

"I I - I am sorry, M - maestro. I didn't mean to please—forgive me—ahhhhhhh!"

"SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH UP WHORE!”

Wrapping his hands around her slender neck, she choked, clutching at his wrist as he dragged her back to the room. She tried struggling, but she was no match for him.

She prayed to pass out from the strangulation, but even her body didn't want to save her.

Now, in the room, he let her go and began to fumble with his tie. Maya's eyes widened. No, she didn't want to get intimate with anybody to talk more about this monster; this would be the last straw for her.

She stepped back. "Please, Maestro, I am so..."

He struck her against her right cheek.

"I SAID SHUT YOUR UGLY MOUTH WHORE! You disobeyed me; now face the consequences."

He looked like a god, with his upper body bare. god of the underworld blinded by fury and the will to possess. How dare she say no to him?

He slammed her hard on the wall; her whole body ached from the collision. The pain affected her sight, blurring her vision and making her scream.

He blocked the scream with his mouth, biting and sucking against it; it hurt so much that she cried when kissing back so he would reduce her punishment or even have mercy on her.

This was torture

His angry mouth found its way to her shoulders; using his hands to hold her to the wall, he nibbled on it hard. He wanted the reddish mark all around her body, in every area that he touched.

Yanking her head back, he began the rough treatment on her neck. If she wasn't going to have a dislocation, she was undoubtedly going to have bruises

"Did Manuel touch you like this?" He dug his finger into her arm, "DID HE?"

She trembled. "No, Maestro."

"LIAR" in a shred, he tore the cloth in two so that her naked body came into view. An evil smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He placed his hand flat on her taut belly, tracing it down until it was on her mound.

Her eyes widened; she thought she was going to convulse. Everywhere he touched, he left pain.

He pushed glass and ceramic sculptures from a drawer, and they tumbled to the floor with a crash. He lifted her and positioned her on the cleared space. Defeated, she sat with her legs lightly around his waist and her hands holding onto his neck.

When he began to fumble with his flyer, she tried one final time, whispering with the last strength she had left,

"Maestro, please, I haven't done this before."

The confession cut through him like a knife. His hands froze at his flyer, and he stepped back to look into her face.

There she was, eyes swollen, mouth patched, and skin all red; her chest heaving couldn't even be seen. She looked half dead.

He frowned at the innocence in her eyes and felt the bite of pity again. He wasn't sure if to believe in her naivety.

"You haven't had sex?" He couldn't believe he was asking a grown, beautiful woman this question, but why was he also feeling relieved? What she did in her past wasn't his problem. So what was this feeling?

She shook her head, her voice faint. "I haven't, Maestro. Please don't do this to me. Not like this."

He walked towards her and caressed her hair gently, but she still trembled under his soft touch.

"We were good, but then you had to ruin it; it was just a simple command, Maya, so why did you disobey?"

He kissed her bruised cheek and patched lips in sobriety like he wasn't the one who inflicted the pain on them.

She sat on the table, glass eyes unfocused, the wave of pain flowing through her body, blocking her from feeling anything else.

He gently brought her down, holding her in place. When he thought she could stand on her own, he took a few steps back.

Her head was in a complete void. Her body shook and sweat-drenched her clothes, even though she felt cold inside, and although her eyes were on him, she still couldn't see him.

"Hey, focus on me." he tapped her right cheek, and when she opened her eyes, he left her to the dining room, grabbing her phone from the floor where she had mistakenly left it on the verge of trying to flee from him.

Flee from him. He grimaced

He returned to the room, where she still stood like a statue. Exhaling, he dialed Manuel and handed her the phone. "Let's try again. Straighten your voice and make it believable."

She collected the phone and held it against her ear; Manuel picked it up immediately. His familiar, fun voice filtered through the speakers.

"Barbie, I thought I had done something wrong."

Maya swallowed, "Manuel, I don't want to do this any longer; I want to break up with you."

Manuel stayed quiet, then his voice came with a chuckle, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, Manuel. It's not you. It's me..."

He cut her short, sounding "You want to get married soon; come on, Maya, we can sort it out."

Damon motioned for her to wrap it off.

"Not that; we are just over. Don't call my phone anymore because I don't want to have anything to do with you."

She ended the call and looked at Maestro. He seemed pretty pleased with her.

"Good girl," he ruffled her hair like a doll, "now block his number."

She did it without hesitating. She was going to explain to Manuel when all of this was over. He was going to understand. He loved her, so he would.

Damon collected the phone and placed it on the table. Then he swept her off her feet, her hands around his neck and her head to his chest.

He placed her on the bed, laying beside her with his hands around her shoulders. "Sleep, Maya; you've had a long day."

There and then, she made up her mind; she would die if she remained here, so why not run away? After all, it would be pretty much the same if she got caught.

She shut her eyes when she felt his nose on her neck and his breath on a regular. She turned to face him; he was already fast asleep.

She said a prayer and began to sneak away from his hold.

If she was going to die, then so be it.

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