Chapter 7: Having his way

Madison's blood froze the moment she heard his words. Heck, what was he planning to do to her? She thought she was trying to make things easier between the two of them. However, why did it seem as though she just made things worse? She didn't know what to do. But what she was sure of was that, if she dawdled anymore, it would only make matters worse. Thus, sighing, she immediately climbed on the bed and sat on it. Because she didn't know if she was supposed to lie down or just remain seated. But she chose to remain seated. She was still deep in thought when she felt a figure towering above her. Shocked to the core, she raised her head to see what was happening. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw who it was. Every time he lowered his head, she would back away swiftly. The game continued until her back hit the headrest. She reached a dead end. With no choice, she raised her head and asked, tears welling in her eyes.

"Wh-what are you doing?" There was a tremor in her voice. Even Wesley could hear it. However, he was determined to have her that day. She had been testing his patience several times that day. He wanted to make sure he tamed her. She had to know her place.

That is what Wesley thought.

"It's time to fulfill your duty as my toy," Wesley smirked cruelly as he said this. Her teary eyes were making his throat go dry already. He was becoming impatient with time.

"P-please don't. " Madison looked at him pitifully and begged. She was still young and inexperienced. It was her first day as an eighteen-year-old girl. How the hell would she know how to go about such stuff?

"You don't have the right. Just know your place." Wesley mercilessly.

Madison knew that it was over. After all, to him, she was just a toy he had bought on a whim and would dispose of it the moment he got tired of it.

Of course, the moment Wesley said those cruel words, he reached for her pyjamas and ripped them apart, amidst her resistance and struggles, until she was fully exposed to him.

Madison rushed to cover her privates. One hand is on her chest area and the other is around the abdomen area. She knew that was considered rape. However, there was nothing she could do about it.

"Please stop, don't -" Madison was still trying to plead for her life when Wesley roughly pried her hands off the places she was covering. He found them an eyesore to the alluring view he was enjoying. At that moment, his manhood had bulged and was almost popping out, were it not for the strong zipper that was holding everything in place. His rationality was slowly leaving him. He knew it wasn't a good thing at that moment, but he ignored it.

Feeling the blood surge in his brain and manhood, Wesley couldn't think straight anymore. He immediately unbuckled his pair of trousers and forcefully pried open the legs that Madison was forcefully trying to clamp together. Of course, he succeeded. After all, Madison was just a weak girl. She had not learned any defensive tactics when she was growing up. She couldn't afford such luxury. Before Madison could react, Wesley fiercely penetrated her. Madison immediately screamed in pain. She felt as though her pelvic bones were being torn apart forcefully. It was truly agonizing. She was a virgin, to begin with. Moreover, there had not been any foreplay. How could the penetration not hurt? However, at that moment, Wesley looked as though he had Been possessed. He ignored her begging and crying and only focused on thrusting in and out of her. When he saw the glistening tears at the rims of her eyes, he felt even more stimulated. He didn't know if he suddenly became a sadist or something in that line, but it was unsettling.

Two hours later, Madison passed out, both from pain and fatigue. Only then did Wesley stop. After making sure to cover her well, he left the bedroom and headed for the guest room. It was only when he was in the shower that he seemed to have come to a realization of what he had done. Damn, he had raped that innocent girl! He didn't even know how he was going to look at her the following day. He didn't want to see her heartbroken expression.

"Damn it," Wesley cussed under his breath. After taking a shower, he went and looked for his trusted aide, who was the butler and explained the whole situation to him. After all, it was only the butler that understood his predicament well. After instructing the butler to do a few things for the girl upstairs, Wesley immediately made his way into the gym that was next to his bedroom. He found the sandbag and kept on punching it. No matter how much his hands bled, he still did not stop. That was because he was feeling so much pain in his heart for doing such an inhumane deed to her. He was bleeding, but he didn't care. It was only when the Butler convinced him for hours before he relented. However, He still felt terrible. Thus, he began smoking cigars in his study. A few hours later, the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.

Two hours later, Madison, who had passed out from pain, was woken up by a piercing pain in her nether regions. She gritted her teeth and struggled until she sat up on the bed. It was only then that she remembered everything that had happened earlier. Just thinking about it made her feel nauseous. She hated people who forced themselves on others the most. After all, she knew she was just a toy, but couldn't he at least handle her with some care since she was still a new toy? As she thought about this, a tear slid down her cheek. She was feeling disgusted by her own body. Looking at her pale arms that were filled with purplish and blackish wounds, she knew her whole body looked even worse. The more reason she swore not to look at herself in the mirror. She was sure she would hate herself even more. When she thought of how she had been sullied earlier by that man, she felt her throat tighten. She retched. With so much perseverance, she held onto the wall for support as she made her way to the bathroom slowly. The moment she drew the water in the bathtub, she immediately soaked her whole body into it. The warm water caused her wounds to sting, making her take in a sharp breath. However, it began caressing her wounds, making them hurt less. As she watched the ceiling in the bathroom blankly, a thought suddenly struck her.

What if she just died instead?

The moment this thought came to her mind, it stuck there. It kept on bugging her, which made her relent.

Thus, she soaked herself in the water, plus the head this time, not after smiling bitterly, one last smile. It was filled with sadness and helplessness.