Chapter 1:

Monalisa

The wall clock ticked away, its rhythmic beat matching the pounding of my heart in my spacious room. As the time drew nearer, sweat trickled down my jaw, and my body trembled with unease. I kept my eyes fixed on the wall clock, counting each passing second.

I stood before the mirror, gazing at my reflection. Slowly, I let my nightie fall to the floor, revealing my naked body. I stared at myself, devoid of clothing.

My gaze shifted back to the wall clock. The seconds ticked away, intensifying the sinking feeling in my heart, the streams of sweat on my face, and the unexplainable emotions coursing through my body.

Returning my attention to the mirror, I observed the bruises and scars on my skin, along with the finger imprints on my face. My once beautiful face had become a target for abuse. My once slender figure had transformed into something unrecognizable.

I glanced at the wall clock once more. Only ten seconds remained until the opening of a new wound, more bruises, and an unquenchable flame of pain and sorrow. I turned my head and looked at my door.

The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder. A painful knot formed in my abdomen as my body trembled with nerves. The time continued to tick. Five seconds. Four seconds. Three seconds. Two seconds...

My door burst open, and the son of the devil entered my room. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on the floor. I dared not look into his eyes, as it would result in a punch to my eyes or worse, a broken lip or nose.

"Rule number 1," his deep, husky voice sent shivers down my spine. I trembled, my palms sweating. A soft chuckle escaped his throat before he began approaching me.

He stood in front of me, using his thumb and index finger to lift my jaw, forcing me to meet his piercing ocean-blue eyes. I noticed a glimmer of anger within them.

'Please, Lord, save me just this once.'

Suddenly, his hand swiftly moved through the air, striking the left side of my cheek and snapping me out of my thoughts.

I instinctively grabbed my cheek, feeling the pain surge through me, and fear gripped me at the fierce attack.

"Don't make me repeat myself," he warned calmly yet menacingly. I nodded quickly, still massaging my throbbing cheek to alleviate the pain.

"You must lie on your bed naked, with your legs wide open," I uttered in a shaky voice.

He chuckled and released his grip on my chin, his fingers dipping into his hair as he pushed back a strand that was obstructing his view. He slowly moved away from me, heading towards the window with his hand concealed behind his back.

I raised my gaze to take in his appearance tonight. He wore his favorite black leather pants, a black leather turtleneck tee, and knee-high black boots. His jet-black hair was neatly tied at the nape of his neck.

Just as he turned around, our eyes met.

What have I done? I shouldn't have stared at him for so long...

"Rule number 2," he said and turned around to face me, slowly walking towards me like a predator aiming for his prey.

Strangely, I couldn't tear my gaze away from him as he drew nearer. My eyes delved into his deep ocean-blue eyes, searching for any trace of compassion.

His intimidating expression did not waver as he stood before me. My vulnerable body tensed, and my nipples hardened in response to his proximity.

Warm liquid helplessly trickled down from my core, and I hastily squeezed my legs together to suppress the sudden ache.

A smirk formed on his cold face because he knew what he was doing. That satisfaction of seeing my body react to his presence.

He raised his hand and brought it forward to my face, brushing away a strand of hair that fell onto my face. "You know... you have failed my two rules, and you must be punished for that," he whispered, leaning closer until his lips barely grazed mine.

I shut my eyes tightly, knowing what would follow. I tried to brace myself for the worst, but my body betrayed me as beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, and my soul almost jumped out of my body the moment I sighted what he was holding. He slowly waved it in front of my face, and my eyes widened in shock as I beheld what he held. It was an aphrodisiac!

Dominic's smirk deepened as he witnessed my reaction, taking a step back. My head spun in a whirlwind of confusion. Just the sight of it caused me to lose control. My body was already drenched in sweat.

If I had known this was how my fate would turn out, I would have insisted on staying at the orphanage all the days of my life when my parents died. I shouldn't have let him adopt me as his daughter, only to turn me into his sex slave.

I shouldn't have followed him in the first place; I shouldn't have trusted him. You wouldn't blame me then, because I was just ten years old.

He held up the two syringes, filled with aphrodisiac liquid. One of the most potent and dangerous sexual stimulants.

Once it entered my system, my body would never be the same again. My desires would be uncontrollable, willing to be satisfied by anything or anyone. The burning flames between my legs would drive me to desperate measures.

Sadly, Dominic had been feeding me aphrodisiacs for the past thirteen years, since I was ten years old. I stumbled backward, shaking my head in refusal. But his mind was made up, and nothing could deter him.

Dominic continued to approach me, a devilish smirk on his lips. Each step he took made my heart skip a beat. I had no choice but to slump onto my knees and beg for mercy, even if I vowed never to beg this monster standing before me.

"Dom, you don't have to do this," I pleaded, extending my hands in a futile attempt to halt his advance. I couldn't help but wish that my dead family would jump down from heaven and kill him.

Sometimes I wondered what wrong I had done that was so unforgivable, that Dominic hated me so much and decided to be a thorn in my flesh. I didn't know why he refused to kill me, just like he did to my family, just because of my father's huge unpaid debt.

I had to think of a way to escape this hell, no matter what, before I lost the little sanity I was holding onto.

"Rule number 15," he stated, his voice deepening. His eyes blazed with an intense fire, and his jaw twitched as he continued to stride towards me.

At that moment, I knew there was no turning back. No amount of begging would change Dom's mind. Still reeling from the shock, Dom produced another syringe, making it three in total. That was when I realized my fate was sealed.

I collapsed to the ground, sinking to my knees with my hands clasped together. Tears streamed down my face without ceasing.

"I'm sorry. I will never say your name again, please," I pleaded as he stood before me, holding the three syringes in his right hand.

'Has he gone mad? I've never taken three shots at once, not even two. I'm as good as dead. Who will save me from this cruel monster in human form?'