15. Come to me, Kitty!

* *Poing* *
* *Poing* *
My hair floats in the air like jelly fish as I jump from one mushroom to another. I jump higher in the air to collect the golden coins floating above every mushroom as my task to pass through this lush green forest.
Suddenly, dark clouds form in the sky and my *poing poing* halts. Something is wrong with the weather. An intense rain of cold water splashes from above and my body jerks up in panic.
“Ahhhhh!” My eyes startle open in dread and I scream in chilling cold as I jolt up suddenly from my beauty sleep.
Blood rushes to my brain like icy adrenaline as I observe my new surrounding. A squishy bed, silk sheets, elegant side table, a wall size window, and an angry looking demon, which was definitely not part of my room.
Furious green eyes stare back at me brutally and I suddenly feet wet. *Very wet.*
I look down and find myself completely drenched in water. My face, neck, chest are soaked, and then I see the empty glass in his veiny hand.
Did he splash water on me? While I was sleeping and dreaming of money.. *This motherfucking asshole!*
“Where is my breakfast?” Dakota snarls at me from above, like the dark clouds in my dream. He looks like a wild wolf baring his teeth, ready to eat me as if I didn’t find him a sheep.
“What non-sense is this?” I yell in my croaky morning voice. *How am I supposed to know where his breakfast is?*
Dakota narrows his eyes, dangerously. As if something climbed inside his twisted head and he clenches his fist in a steel ball. *Oh shit!*
My skin prick with goosebumps as I stare at the maddening man, hovering me from above. I look so tiny in front of him, like a mushroom. Whereas he looks like a vicious bear, who ran out of his cage.
“Turn.” A growl rumbles out of him.
A shiver runs through me and I think I just peed a little. He grabs me by my hips and flips me on the bed like a cushion. I fall on my stomach with panic in my lungs.
He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind at the cave of my spine. I gasp as he pushes me down violently on the bed by locking his knee on my crossed hands.
*What this crazy man is doing?*
He answers my curiosity by jerking my panties down in a swift motion. A tear echoes in the room with the force he pulled them down, followed by a loud slap.
“Ahhh!” I gasp in fear at his sudden violence, but before I could comprehend, he begins slapping my ass in hard angry blows, causing my butt to burn and jiggle.
I snarl with a feral sound of opposition, but he doesn’t stop. Like a machine, he continues to spank me flat on the meatiest part of my ass. Each slap sounds like a piston shot in the room, sharp, fierce, followed by my squeals of pain and outrage.
Tears drop from my eyes like a leaking tap and my skin smoulders with shame and scorching heat. The room appears red, redder than the lingerie.
“Stop. Please!” I beg him.
And he stops.
“Do you want to count or do you want to take me in your mouth?” Dakota asks in a calming voice, after a long burning silence. His palm flat on my ass, ready to begin his torture.
*He is maniac. A complete psycho.*
“Spank or a deep throat?” He gives me a choice, showing his mercy.
My heart rattles against my ribs, and I breathe faster to survive. His hand circles on my beaten ass as if trying to calm a frightened animal.
“I’ll count.” I whisper defeatedly.
* *Slap* *
Ahh!
“One.”
* *Slap* *
Ahhhh!
“Two.”
“I like my breakfast..”
* *Slap* *
“Sharp at 8:10 on the table.”
* *Slap* *
Ahhhh!
“Four.”
I bite my lips in an urge to scream that would even wake the dead.
My hips twist in the air by the hot stingy pain while he continues to spank me hard and there is nothing I could do. My hands and spine are trapped under the weight of his iron knee as he keeps me pinned on the bed, like his prisoner.
“I like medium to rare steak.”
* *Slap* *
“Poached eggs.”
* *Slap* *
“Toast.”
* *Slap* *
“Saute Veggies on the side.”
* *Slap* *
“And no pancakes.”
* *Slap* *
“Coffee.. Black and de-cafed.”
* *Slap* *
“With no sugar.”
He slaps one cheek *eight* times and another *ten* times, warning me in his deep voice to get his breakfast ready on the table by sharp 8:10 in the morning.
Dakota removes his knee from my back and jerks my arm to look at him. He lifts his hand and I close my eyes for a second as they touch my lips.
“I don’t like sweet.” He whispers deeply as his rough thumb makes a round on my lips, like giving them a *good morning* kiss.
His green eyes meet mine and they glow brightly. A smirk spreads across his sadistic face as he sees my wet cheeks. His finger draws on my cheeks, making an artwork with my tears as he breathes, “You have no idea how much I love them.”
*My tears. He was talking about my tears.*
It’s burning. Everything is burning. My ass, cheeks and lips.. Wherever he touched me, my skin burns with fever. Like I am in *heat*.
His cruel eyes follow a lonely tear which trickles down my neck and disappears in between my breast. He licks his lip and I feel my nipples getting hard against the soft material of the lingerie.
Blood rushes to my face as he keeps his gaze steady on my aroused breast. My cheeks, neck blush a crimson colour of carnage and I hear him take a frustrating breath.
“Freshen up and come down.” Dakota orders me and walks away with the fury he walked in.
The room goes silent, with my raging heartbeats and heaving chest. I clutch on to the silk layer of bed and watch the little droplets staining his sheets.
I hate how he affects me with just his eyes. Like he knows he owns me. Not just my body, but my mind too.
*Day one.. And I am already tired of his evil ways.*
I lift myself up and walk to the bathroom. Lights automatically flash on as I step in. It’s strange how lavishly he lives but couldn’t mind putting a bolt on the door to lock it.
I let go of the lingerie I slept in and get into the shower. Water drizzles over me from all sides like a fountain, but all I do is stare at my toes. I couldn’t differentiate between my tears and water.
Never in my twenty one years of life.. Nobody splashed water on me while I was sleeping. Who wakes up people in this brutal way?
*He is barbaric!*
*Gosh!* It is just the start of first day, and I fucking hate him already.
Dirt from yesterday flows down my shoulder as I shampoo my hair. I use all the products on the shelf.. Scrubber, body wash, shampoo, conditioner, intimate wash.
*Lock in moisture, what is this shit?* I put on me anyway.
“I am not going to break.” I tell to all the bottles. “What does he think of me? I have a spine of steel stronger than hundred dragons I slayed in my backyard.”
*I can squish him like a toothpaste.*
I drape the towel around my head, stuffing my wet hair in it and sliding my soaked body in a cosy bath robe as I stride angrily to the other side of the bathroom.
The closet undoubtedly lits up as I walk in. Surprisingly, the shelves are occupied by flip-flops, hats, brushes, hairbands, and more female products.
I slide the glass cabinet and colourful dresses welcome me.
*Correction.. Lingeries.*
Lacy, net, silk chemises, teddies, bustiers, crotchless, see-through gowns, corsets, babydoll sets, frillies, designer bralette with garter belts, hosiery.. There is everything except actual clothes.
*This psycho-pathetic-maniac!*
Something is definitely wrong with him. Very wrong. His head was probably banged at the corner of the furniture at least a hundred times as a baby, that’s why he is so twisted right now.
I see my old clothes washed and ironed on the shelf, and I chose them like my favourite pokemon. I am not wearing those filthy lingeries and doll up like a slut for him.
I drag my angry frame towards the dresser, and gasp at my reflection.
“You bastard!” I growl at the mirror as I see my red, swollen eyes. My eyes stink like a bee’s bite and appear inflamed like I cried all night, which I did.
*‘You have no idea how much I love them’* His deep voice rings in my head and a fear accumulates in my chest, knowing he would do worse to see me cry.
*If he could, he would have only drank my tears for breakfast.*
“You will never see my tears again.” I promise to the mirror as I blow dry my hair.
Crying in front of him will only boost his mountain size ego into a planet size. And I won’t let him win. I won’t break or sob. *No matter what!*
“Do what the fuck you want Mr. Arrogant Arse, but you won’t get a tear out of me.” I vow myself to not cry in front of him. *Ever*.
“You will die thirsty for my tears and I will make you regret to keep me here.” Watch it, asshole.” I put on cherry balm on my lips, which are burning since he touched them.
*I will suck your blood better than a leech. Ha-ha-ha!*
“I will laugh on your grave by the end of the week and will pee on it every day for the rest of my life.” I pucker my lips and rub the excess balm.
Even if I get old, I’ll walk with the stick to just pee on your tomb. I take an oath of spit as I spit in the basin while I brush my teeth, which I forgot to do first.
“You wait and watch, King of barbarians.” I put on the cherry balm again, but this time on my cool lips and look myself up in the mirror.
Fierce eyes glare back at me, and I inhale like a fire-breathing dragon. “You. Are. Dead. Meat. Mister. Black.”