Abducted By Hercules

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I turn to look at him in question. Without speaking a word, I cross my arms on my chest and wait until he answers. I know that he knows exactly what I'm asking him, but all the things I don’t know or understand keep clouding my mind. I feel the food I just inhaled churn in my stomach, the fight I had in me almost vanishing.

“Page a hundred and sixteen and highlighted in purple”, he says. I press my palm against my mouth and take a shaky deep breath, nausea hits me like a wave for the millionth time.

“As I told you before, Neha”, the devil stands and buttons his suit jacket, his lips faintly tilting up at the corner in satisfaction.

“I own you now. And like every other thing I own, I know all about you. From which year your grandparents were born to which flight you were about to take to fly back to India, so don’t look so shocked”.

But I can’t help but be. Has he been watching me? For how many years? I didn’t tell a single person about my move to India so how does he know about it? And most importantly-

“Why?” I keep my feet planted steady on the ground while I watch him silently move closer to me. From the first time I saw him hidden in the shadows of my room, I knew that the devil was one powerful person. But now I know that he holds something more than just power over me and that makes every hair on my body rise with terror, draining all the fight I had when I thought of escaping.

When he comes to a stand so close to me with his chest almost touching mine, I look up at his indifferent eyes and ask again in a whisper, “why?”

I feel his firm fingers grip my chin tight forcing me to keep looking at him. He smiles when he sees my eyes fill up with unshed tears and my body shudder in his hold. He likes my pain, he’s thirsty for tears and screams and I feel all that under his torturous grasp. His arm wraps around my small waist and he pulls me flush against his firm chest, his fingers squeezing my ass before slipping under the hem of my dress and in between my thighs. I curse myself for not wearing any panties to try to seduce him. What was I thinking then? The devil with me seems like seduction himself.

“I’ll tell you why, sweet Neha”, he breathes as the tip of his hands stroke me softly. “It’s because I simply wanted you. Two years ago, I saw you standing alone in the school parking lot. Do you remember that day, Neha?” his teeth gently bite the tender skin just under my ear and I inhale sharply to keep myself from moaning. I always was alone in the school parking lot, waiting for the afternoon bus to drop me home. On the days when I wasn’t lucky, I had to walk thirty minutes back to the apartment even though Papa’s car sat idly in the complex garage; I never wanted to use it. But I don’t say all that out loud because he probably knows it, so instead I nod my head.

“It was raining that day and you didn’t even have an umbrella. You wore a white shirt and brown pants which was unfortunate for you because even though you stood under the entrance hood, you got wet”, he continues. “But what I will never forget about that day is when I saw your n*****s harden underneath that thin shirt and how you blushed while trying to cover up although you knew no one was around”.

“But there was someone around, wasn’t there?” I retort. “You were there and thankfully I covered myself then without allowing a strange man to just keep staring at an eighteen year old girl’s chest!” I turn away from him angrily and he drops his fingers from my chin, his movements on the p***y stopping as well. I almost whimper in loss as he lets go of me and takes a step back.

“So you followed and stalked me the next two years and kidnapped me just because you saw my n*****s?” The devil doesn’t smile but I do, finding it funny. He tucks his hands deep into his pant pockets and stares at me blankly like I'm stupid. Maybe I am, and with that thought I stop. My face falls back to the look of fear when he demands, “take off your dress”.

“No”, I say with an equal amount of authority. But my voice quivers the slightest bit. Regardless of how weak I really am, I wouldn’t dare to keep showing that weakness to him. He doesn’t deserve the tears that deceitfully fill up my eyes when I think of how vile he could be. “Take it off before I rip it from you, Neha”, he says gruffly and I wonder if tonight would be the first time he finally f***s me like I know he wants to.

I hesitantly moved back away from him, trying to put as much distance as I can between us. I feel the anger rolling off him in waves and I know it’s because of how I'm acting. One second trying hard not to let the sobs break free from me and the next, challenging him with all the fire that’s left in me. If I were him I would be furiously confused as well.

I stop when I feel my back hit against a wall. The devil takes slow steps to where I am, like a predator eyeing its prey, he watches me with lust burning in his brown pupils. I swallow thickly, knowing that I'm the prey and he’s going to feast on me tonight. Again, his chest touches mine. The only difference is that now he’s driven by a hard want of wanting to punish me. “One last time, I'm going to say it one last time. Take it off, Neha”. In contrast to how his voice sounds, deep and dominating, he softly tucks a fallen strand of hair behind my ear before abruptly grabbing the collar of my dress and ripping it in half.

I gasp when the cool air instantly hits me and by reflex, I fold my arms to cover my breasts, making the devil's eyes darken even more. He takes both my wrists in one strong hold and pins it above my head, trapping me between himself and the wall. There’s not an inch of space amid our bodies, I feel his warmth on my naked skin and I'm sure he feels my erratic heartbeat on himself. With his tongue nipping my neck, he tugs down on the middle of my bra and frees my breasts, palming one roughly before pinching my n****e between two fingers. I moan and move my hips, his feet kicking my legs apart, I feel the ripped shreds of what was once my dress puddle around my ankles.

“This is why I took you”, his teeth scraping along my throat, sending tiny ripples of shivers over my body and I drop my head to his shoulder. I want to ask what he meant by that but all that comes out of my mouth are desperate moans growing louder when the pad of his thumb pressed firmly to my swollen clit. I feel my wetness slide down the inside of my things and my face heats up in absolute embarrassment.

“Has another man touched you like this?” He asks, pushing two fingers in me. “Tell me, Neha. Have you ever been fingered by someone, have you ever cumed hard around someone’s hand?”

“Why are you asking me this when you know the answer?” I respond shakily and his fingers pick up pace, driving faster in and out of me. The devil laughs with no humour, his head dips and his silky hot tongue circles my n****e. My body bursts with pleasure I've never felt before.

“I'm asking because the answer to that question is exactly why I took you. You’re innocent and soft and you don’t know real pain. Your body has never been exposed to any other man before me and yet you're so responsive to my touch. I took you in, Neha because I know you’ll be an easy person to break and I’ll have a lot of fun doing so”.

“f**k…” I cry out as I orgasm hard for the first time. Panting and trembling in his hold as my body comes down from the high. He drops my arms from above my head and pulls his wet fingers out of me, cleaning them on my breasts that are covered with marks of his sharp biting. When he steps away to watch me sweat and try to keep my eyes open, my knees buckle and I almost fall but with every ounce of energy, I hold on to the wall and stay on my feet.

“Friable little Neha”, he says once more while smirking. “Now, it’s my turn. Get on your knees”.

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I'll only Continue " Cruel Husband " if I get 500 Hearts 

life was always fair with me but I wasn't satisfied with anything. I always wanted more and that more made me what I am today.

I am helpless......

I am alone.........

I am shattered........

I am broken.............

I never care about all these words but the day when Hercules entered my life, I understood the meaning of all these words.

first Aryan broke me, I thought I'll move on, I'll start a new life, I'll forget everything and never trust any men again.

I was aware of Hercules, I knew he doesn't love me, he was only trapping me in the net of his love and I let him do that.

as our Ancestors told us many times about love like "love is blind" this is what happened with me, Hercules fake love made me blind.

Hercules snatched everything from me as he promised me.

I told him that I'll never fall in love with him but he promised me, that he'll make me fall in love with him.

I told him that "I won't let him enter in my world " and he promised that "soon you'll make me your world,"

today he threw me out of his life but I can't go back to my old life again, I have no destination, no ambitions, no hopes, and no reason to live this life nor I have the guts to write" by letter to my Family "

I was never the kind of person who gives up on her life so easily but he changed me, he completely f****d my life and Today I am standing in front of my death.

yeah, I am here to commit suicide because Hercules snatched everyone's reason for my breaths. I am madly in love with that bastard and now no one can take his place in my life.....................

I closed my eyes and jumped into the water..............