Kalen

Green.

All I see is a vast land of trees and haze. It's an awesome feeling only if I wasn't a captive.

All this forest amassing the space makes me frantic to know if we're still in the state to which I doubt after drifting to dreamland for 3 hours in the car and the embarrassment that I slept on his shoulder to which he, unfortunately, adores thinking that I like leaning to him

Such a dick.

Sordid, that's the word I can sum up his arrogance in his morally degrading behaviors that he doesn't seem to see.

If he is indeed a patient at the hospital, I would never allow myself to counsel him.

I breathe out with flares just thinking about what he motioned of.

I want to pry off each time his hand would settle specifically on my thigh to which he plays with the fabric like giving me a massage but I know for sure ill end up fucked up because I can see the bulge in his pants restraining and he fawning in my ear with kisses and saying naughty things that make me wish I can jump off this helicopter to death if only I could shake the idea of mom dying in grief. He wanted to snap but he keeps looking at my chest and now he doesn't talk for the remainder of the travel but now and then he would touch his fountain pen and then look at me as if can't decide which part of me would he like to stab.

I refrain from trashing the car or trying to flee after I knew I had a tattoo, not just one that covers my breastplate but on my spine. It will take 2 weeks for the skin to completely heal he said and I have to be careful. I need to come up with an escape plan and in doing so I would not wish for any skin infection.

I kinda like the idea because it would mean less physical with this psycho but it could mean he has to be creative like he did in that room.

I asked for water so I can gargle out the after taste but he gave me an awful evil smile enough to make me cower.

I utterly hate him with every fiber of my being. He taints every room with his perversion. Now I cannot take a look at the clinic without thinking about what he did.

Then the helicopter turns over in a 90-degree way about reaching our supposed fate. the air is chilly and it makes me forget where I am in this frightening position with no control whatsoever next. He makes me feel helpless and all the dominant emotion I have is self-pity.

Weather like this prompts me of the random road trips and vacations I did once in a while. now, I fear all of a sudden because I don't know what more vile things this brown-eyed monster can do.

I suddenly recall Mom.

Of Mom, who always instructs me to take a jacket each time this weather comes up. Just thinking about her makes me want to cry my eyes out. I know she would have been notified of my disappearance and I'm sure she's going to move heaven and earth just to find me. She may not verbally say to me how much she loves me but I know that she does. In her way. She has always been negative towards city life, that's her impression. But no, not me, and my dreams pushed me and now I regret not listening to her.

Mothers know best.

Listen to your mother unless she's Mother Grothel and I'm like Rapunzel who is locked in the possibility of seeing just farm animals for life?

So I pursue my dream with her working every day just to provide for me.

I didn't know that he was already staring at me and my inhibitions that he bite my left ear to cue me that he has a kink. I almost jump to my seat but he holds one of my thighs securely squeezing me still.

He has this unspoken rule never to flinch from him even when he is about to strike me because it fuels his kinks for pain.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket and Immediately wipe my tears.

I wanted to blow my nose but I feel he would not like his stuff soiled.

We landed on a runway and in just a few walks a contemporary-styled house occupied the middle of trees. I can only assume how big and wide this seems to be that he saw my mouth in a Big O at the wonder I have. I wanted to stay in the helicopter but he tugs my hand at him and ended up in front of the architecture.

Everything seems surreal but amazingly breakable.

Somewhere near is a house I assume for his men.

I said this before and I'm gonna say it again this man is not just a psycho billionaire, he's fucked up a billionaire.

I assume he has to do with human trafficking and that's what scares me the most.

A butler and two maids were waiting for us at the entrance. They greeted him and had a shocked expression at me but did not try to acknowledge me at all.

"Come" he offered his hand and I fear going to lead me directly to his room but he gave me first a tour like he wants me to memorize each corner.

His interior theme is Woodsy and simply like his conscience, Black.

The house seems so at peace with nature.

I can now conclude that he has a good taste in his home. I can say it's too spacious for him alone but maybe if you have a lot of money you can waste why not, eh?

He leads me to the balcony and trapped me with his hands snaking in my sides and then under my skirt which I despise. His left hand on my is now in my breast jerking my nipple while his other hand is on my pussy silently playing with my clit.

I thought he would wait for the complete night time but I guess he had different plans.

His hot breath on my ear,

" The glasses are all polycarbonate so don't expect them to shatter any time you might feel, homesick." He enunciated the last two words and I want to wriggle free but he clamps me with his teeth. He continued his assault until I gave in to the pleasurable sensation. He abruptly stops only to hear him unbuckling his pants. The glass is my support system as I grab on to them when he roughly penetrates from my rear.

All he did is simply thrust forwards and backward At first, he just straightens his legs to get higher but then he bent lower to change his angle of entry.

He still has me wrapped around in his arms closer makes me feel intimate as if I'm having an internal battle of sensations.

He proceeds to grab me around the waist then transferred to the shoulders then finally pinning my neck as he forcefully penetrates me with each thrust and moans. I feel my toes curling and his balls slapping on me with each going I'm about to cum and so he is too with his furious grinds.

" scream for me", he said and I did, letting the whole Forrest hear my outcry when, at last, he gave one last thrust unloading his million of sperms hopefully none of them find my ovary, or else I'm in deep deep shit.

So much for standing Doggy style.

Now my Sex fantasy of this scenery is fulfilled by nonetheless a Psychotic Maniac.

Wonderfully fucked up.

He slips out of me not before kissing my lips and reminding me that I am his and I scramble to fix my dress as he buckles up his pants too and tells me to follow him quickly.

When I turn around to do so, my shame knows no boundary as I see a lovely woman of beautiful silky ash gray hair and a pair of beautiful heterochromia eyes I've seen standing just 5 steps away with an amused face just ogling at me.

Did she see everything?

Thráin came beside her and pat her shoulder then look back at me, "I want you to meet Lou, your Sex Guru, and Partner until you are fully educated on my Peculiar needs."