Chapitre 26: Past - 15 Jane

"When we get back to the villa, I'm going to fuck you so hard in the ass you won't be able to sit for a week. Consider it a welcoming gift." He looked out the window like his words were not as terrifying as he made them sound.

"And when we get back to the house, I'm going to kill you. Consider it a parting gift." She snapped back at him.

He turned back to her when he heard her speak, she thought he was going to slap her hard. But instead of slapping her for talking back or telling her off, he smiled. It was a grotesque look. Regina realized that her talk back made him more excited. "I like a challenge."

When they reached his mansion, he made good on his promise and fucked her just the way he said he would. Regina fought him as hard as she could, but he tied her down with oiled ropes and shoved his dick inside her. It hurt her.

All she could do was lie there and bore everything he did to her. She felt disgusted and just disgusted. She wanted to cry, but she held it inside herself, refused to drop a single drop of water from her eyes. She refused to give him that satisfaction he was trying to get from giving her that pain. He wanted to break her but she wouldn't budge.

Whenever she thought he finished, he took her, again and again, the whole night. Her night passed in agony, she thought she would rip in half. By the time he was satisfied, she was barely any consciousness left in her.

After he was done with his craziness, she lied on her stomach, her backside hurt so much that it felt like her ribs being dugout, and she couldn't even consider using the bathroom for the next few days.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to her ear. "I'm going to do this every single day until you start begging me for it. But I hope you'll not give up that easily." He smacked her ass before he walked out.

After he left, she kept lying on her stomach for the next few hours. After that, she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She was covered in his cum, and he had penetrated her so many times that she had started bleeding.

She got into the shower and stood under the cold water washing everything as well as the memory of the last few hours. This was the first time she realized rape was a lot more painful than she had thought.

She already knew being in captivity would be degrading and painful. But she did not think it would be that bad. That man was just a psychopath, and he was going to do a lot worse things to her if she didn't escape from there.

It'd only been a few days, and she was already losing her mind. She wanted to sob her heart out, she started praying for a miracle, she wanted to just kill herself. She wanted to forget who she was or where she was.

But the thought of Jason finding her, the thought of Jason running everywhere, having sleepless nights in search for and the desire to one day return to him, used to give her strength every day, after every rape, that thought and desire just grew stronger and stronger.

That man liked to beat her. She thought he liked to beat her more than even fucking her. He loved to play chasing games with her where she would run all over his mansion and he would chase after her with a leather whip and if he would catch her, he would lash his leather whip at her breasts or her ass or the area between her things.

He loved to tie her up and whip her, slash her into submission. He liked to make her bleed, and when he used to see blood ooze from her skin, he used to make her bleed even more. She was his plaything and he was just a monster. He treated her like a toy that he could throw around at his will.

She didn't know what he does for a living or even his name, everyone in his mansion used to call him "master". The mansion was in the middle of nowhere and the bars over the windows prevented her escape, but she could still look outside but she still couldn't determine exactly where she was. Guards patrolled all over the mansion and many times even inside of the private rooms of the mansion. They watched all the exits and windows, cameras were placed in every nook and corner of the mansion including her bedroom.

No one in the mansion had a single ounce of privacy. He watched every little move she made like a guinea pig.

Regina used to spend most of the time in her room, savoring the sweet hours until he returned. Every day, he beat and fuck her viciously. There were no clocks in the house except a clock tower. But every day there it felt like a lifetime for her.

Since there was nothing to do during the day, she used to take a lot of naps and recovering from the injuries she had sustained. Her ribs hurt in all the places he kicked her, and her back was scarred with welts. He took off his belt and beat her with it, marking up her ass most of all.

But one thing he noticed t hat he never hit her face and he never injured her from the knees down. Her shoulders and arms were spared too. Her back and ass used to take most of the damage.

She thought that he didn't want anyone to know what he did to her. She thought that there was some hope in that. If a visitor came to the house, she could tell them that he was being held captive. She can show them all of her marks and bruises. They would call the cops for her.

"Where is my bitch?"

While she was sweet dreaming all of that, his voice reached her ear. She heard him calling her with her new name. A moment later, he walked into her bedroom, wearing a crisp suit like he just left an honorable business meeting. He approached the bed she was sitting on and grabbed her by the ankle, forcefully dragging her to the edge until she was underneath him.

"My little bitch missed me?"

"Even if you shower me in diamonds, I wouldn't miss you." She kicked his hand away and pulled back.

Every time she defied him, he seemed to like it. "You'll be punished for that later. For now, there's something we need to discuss."

"Jane darling." He called one of his maids.

A young woman in a maid dress obediently walked inside the room. Her maid dress seemed like a costume brought out from a movie. Somehow she reminded Regina of the stylist who gave her a makeover before the auction.

"Master."

"My fiery bitch is going to a dinner party with me tonight. Prepare her."

"Don't even dare to touch me." The moment that young woman came next to her, Regina snapped.

"Be careful, she's still a bit wild." He turned to her and said in his playful voice.

"I can see that," Jane replied with a smile. "I think she needs a collar." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her as if she was a nuisance.

"Hmmm..." He, in a comical manner, put a finger on his lips and started staring at her with narrowed eyes, showing as if he was carefully thinking about it.

"You're right," he said in agreement. "She will look good in that."

"Well, I'm leaving now. If she gives you any trouble, you can call one of the guards but tell them to be careful."

After saying that he left.

"I understand." The young woman said in her lyrical voice and started doing her job.

Even though Regina tried her best to resist, Jane gave her a complete makeover with the help of two guards and some other maids who held her tightly at her place.

She changed her hair, cutting the long and dead strands. She applied an infinite number of care products, giving it a glow full of life. It had a healthy shine, just the way hers did. She curled it at the ends, making everything bend inward to frame her face.

After that, she did her makeup. She lengthened her eyelashes and applied mascara. Layer after layer was applied on her face and was transformed into a whole new person.

My eyes were big and seductive. Her lips were painted in blood red. Every single mark or tiny scar on her face was beautifully hidden. If someone looked at her right now they would not believe that she was ever beaten or raped.

"You are so lucky to go on a dinner date with master. He must really like you." Jane said while running her fingers through my shiny black hair. Regina can even see some hint of jealousy in her eyes.

"Wow, I feel so much better now." She glared at her.

"Now we just need to put on the gown, and you'll be ready for dinner." She ignored her sarcasm.

A maid brought a floor-length red gown. It had a deep opening in the front, showing off her cleavage. Just by looking at it, one could tell, it seems one of a kind gown. By that Regina assumed whoever was coming to dinner was important.

"I'm not going to wear that."

"Come on, don't make me call those guards again. I'm not sure this time if they'll listen to me and not hurt you."

"When I'll get out of here, I'm going to kill you all with your master." Regina eyed the dress in Jane's hands before glaring at her and saying.