His personal whore.

This is what I am now. A mere pleasure puppet in the hands of a manipulator.

I am crushed under his touch, his dominance, and his scent doesn't seem to leave me. Like he has marked me with his tainted soul, turning me into Black like him.

"Burning my breakfast again, baby?" Dakota suddenly asks with a flick of curiosity in his voice. My eyes open up and I see the burning egg in the over-heated pan.

Without thinking, my hand reaches out to grab the handle and instantly, a gasp escapes my mouth as I feel a sharp pain shooting through my fingers while I burn myself.

"Fuck, Emara!" Dakota bites back a growl as he quickly rushes to my side, clutches my hand with a pained expression on his face, as if it burned him more than me.

Although the scorching sensation in my fingers is intense, it feels like a mere pinch compared to the excruciating pain throbbing in my chest. It's as if a thousand daggers piercing through my heart all at once, leaving me feeling completely lifeless inside and out.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Dakota's voice rises with anger as he holds my burnt hand and leads me to the sink. Cold water rushes down onto my fingers, but I feel could hardly feel my body reacting to the pain as if it long ago turned into dust.

"I didn't know you were stupid enough to hold the pan directly!" He scolds me in a tone laced with deep concern while he keeps my fingers under the running water. But all I could imagine is him holding my head under the water as I scream for air.

"Sit here." Dakota instructs me while he frantically rummages through the fridge with distressed movements. Like a slave, my body complies with his command and I find myself seated on a high stool.

Instantly, coldness pricks my bare ass from the bottom, reminding me that I am naked and exposed like a common slut. Being stripped down and used for someone else's pleasure.

"You seriously need to stop torturing yourself." Dakota tells me as he returns with a bowl of ice cubes. "That's my job." He mocks me with a grin, but I still feel like I am under water, unable to understand his words.

Green eyes stare at me for a moment before he picks a frozen cube and with gentle hands, he rubs it on my burnt fingers. I blankly stare at the melting piece of ice, the pain seems to numb away slowly, while the ache in my chest remains constant.

"Don't worry. I won't put it anywhere else." Dakota smirks looking at me as he taunts me of the time when he pushed an ice cube inside of me.

But his smile soon fades away as he gets no smart comment back from me. I am too dead to find any humour in my luckless life.

As far as I could see, there is only blackness and emptiness in my life, devoid of any glimmer of light or hope on the horizon. It's as if I am trapped in a never-ending darkness, with no escape in sight.

"Emara?"

I hear my name being called and I lift my gaze to meet his. Green eyes desperately search mine with an intensity that speaks of his deep concern.

"Is it still hurting?" His tone laced with worry as he asks me while icing the burn.

His gaze feels deep, as if he is trying to look deep into my soul, but sadly, there is only dark matter left. I shake my head a little as I continue to stare at the piece of ice melting on my hand, hoping it could melt away existence as well.

Dakota retrieves an ointment from the first aid box and carefully applies it to my burned fingers. "Now don't go touching things which are hotter than you. Got it?" He warns me in a playful tone.

But his words washes over my numb mind and I stand up to drag my lifeless body mechanically to make a new batch of omelet.

However, before I could take a step, a hand reaches out and grasps my arm, causing a shiver to run through me at the sudden warmth of the touch on my cold skin.

"Let it be, Emara." Dakota's deep voice resonates in my ear as he gently tugs me back, enveloping me in his warm embrace. His hand curls around my waist and guides me to sit on his lap in the most affectionate way, as if I were a child.

"Let's not try cooking today, okay?" He says in a tender voice while his arms wrap warmly around me, as if afraid I will run away if he didn't hold me so close.

His shirt brushes against my bare back and it hits me once again that I am completely naked. All stripped off my glory and pride, sitting on his lap while he remains fully clothed.

"Tell me, what would you like to eat? And I'll order that." His breath warm against my skin as he leans in close and rests his prickly beard chin on my bare shoulder.

But I couldn't bring myself to speak a word. As if my mind is a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions which refuses to combine in a single sentence.

"You want pizza? Your favorite peri-peri?"

"Butter chicken with garlic bread?"

"Or you want something sweet, like pancakes and cupcakes?"

Dakota stays persistent. He keeps asking me questions, trying to draw me out of my shell. However, my mind is still consumed by darkness, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

"Chocolate waffle with ice cream, huh? What do you want to eat, baby?" His voice flickers with concern, but all I could offer him in response is absolute peace.

Desperate to break through the wall of silence, he gently cups my cheeks and tilts my face upward. "Emara?" I lift my gaze up at him and for the first time, I see fear reflecting in his eyes as he stares at me unflinching.

As if he is searching a sign of old me within myself. But all he witnesses is a ghost of Emara, disconnected from her own existence.

"What do you want, love? I'll get it for you. Anything. Just tell me." His eyes beg me desperately, to respond to him, to talk to him, or to even react.

Instead, I find myself sinking deeper into the abyss of my own consciousness, surrounded by dark waters from all the sides, which are pulling me further away from reality.

"I want to sleep." A distant voice comes out of me and I blink heavily looking straight, thinking maybe if I sleep, I won't feel like a cheap slut.

I may escape the weight of seeing my naked body every time I pass through a glass or reflective object. Maybe then the walls will stop laughing at me and calling me a whore. And maybe I won't feel anything, once I close my eyes and surrender to darkness.

Maybe, just maybe then, I can finally escape this torment.

"Hmm.. But what would you like to eat for breakfast? You didn't eat anything last night either." His voice thins down to sadness, something that matches mine.

"I want to sleep." I mumble, standing up from his warm embrace.

But he doesn't let me go, not so easily. Rough hands clutch my waist softly as he makes me face him while holding me close and refusing to let me drift away.

"Is there anything I can do for you? You can tell me, Emara." I feel his eyes on me, filled with genuine concern and a hint of hurt.

Dakota licks his lips anxiously as he waits for my reply, but all I could give him is silence, that is echoing in my mind. "Talk to me." He whispers softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my back in a way to ease my burden as he begs me, "Please, baby."

But I can't bring myself to care. All I want to do is close my eyes and forget everything that has happened to me.

"I want to sleep." I whisper tiredly. Green eyes watch me vulnerably as I walk my naked body away from him.

My body aches as every step I climb up to my room. My eyes getting heavy and my mind numbing as I lie on the bed with nothing to cover myself.

A lone tear falls down my eyes and I close my eyes, begging the darkness to take me.

I want to sleep.

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So I have been going through your comments to choose winners for describing Dakota.. And damn.. I have to say this.. MY READERS are the FUTURE WRITERS!!! 

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Now I kinda feel a bit nervous that my book is being read and judged by all these talented beings 😅

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