If this is a dream.. It is the right time to wake up.

I look at myself in the mirror. My face is redder than the red lingerie I promised not to wear.

Slutty strips hang from my shoulders like dripping blood. Designer bralette covers only the lower portion of my breasts, giving that lusty kick to imagine my nipples while its transparent frill falls down to my thighs like curtains, parting around my navel flirtatiously.

The dress is made for a tease and leaves no room for imagination. It's all there. Right in front. Just need a little slide for a peek.

The only thing I don't hate about it is the panties. It is lacy, soft and nicely covers my lady parts. At least from front.

But it didn't make me feel any good that I was wearing a lingerie from Victoria's Secret Catalog. The expensive cloth made me feel cheap and disgusted by the way it enhances private parts of my body which were supposed to remain private.

I take a deep, shaky breath and my left nipple peeks out a little from the cup. I can't do this! I fucking can't.

I rub my face, which blushes hotly after seeing myself in this red slutty dress. I can't imagine walking in this, under his diabolic gaze that would even creep out demons.

'Then you will be dining naked with me.' His words echo through me and blood drains from my head. He was kidding, right?

The frill of bralette brushes on my thighs as I take every unwanted step in the direction of my doom. The cute flip-flops tap on his marble floor as they slowly proceed towards the double doors of the hell that strongly reeks of malice.

At this point, even my anxieties are having anxieties. And suddenly, the idea of having dinner in jail sounds way safer than dining with a tenacious man who stares at me like a hungry animal, starved since a week.

I take a deep breath. It's not working. I take another deep breath, sucking in the confidence that is slipping down to my knees.

I look behind me and try to cover up my butt with the frill that is as transparent as my fear. Panic cakes up my face like makeup as I slowly open the doors to the hell.

There he is.

The Devil.

On his throne.

Dakota sits at the one end of a long table, which is decorated with delicious dishes. He changed into a white loose-fitting shirt, which is buttoned only to the middle of his chest. Black trousers snuggly fit over his legs, while his wet hair is nicely combed back, giving him that black-hearted look.

An escaped lock falls on his head as he goes through the tablet in his hand. Most people look washed out from the electronic light, but his face appears more sharper. More crueler.

Suddenly, his eyes snap up to mine, and my heart stops beating. Toxic green eyes penetrate into me like needles and those little hair at the back of neck pricks up as if they sensed danger.

He is the danger.

A sly grin appears on his cold-hearted face and his fingers leave the tablet as if it ain't worth the view in front of his eyes. The girl who did him wrong, is now dressed up as a slut for him.

Embarrassment hugs me while he lets his gaze freely explore my body, like an animal admiring the feathers of his prey before he snatches right out of its flesh.

"Come here."

Hard, aristocratic voice rings through me and my body acknowledges the dominance that flows through his one command. At this moment, I prayed I was deaf. And dumb. So his words couldn't penetrate my head and order my legs to move.

"Stop!"

My feet stop. Even the blood running through my veins stops at his stern voice. Shadows darken his features and something evil churns behind those noxious orbs as he dictates, "Get on your knees."

I take a sharp breath as his gaze hardens on me like a leash, forcing me to submit to his dominance. Shame burns my cheeks as I lower myself and my dignity to his polished marble floor which feels as cold as a glacier.

A satisfactory hum releases from his chest and he relaxes back in his chair. His eyes don't flinch or flicker from my face as he pins me down with his darkness. "Now, crawl to me."

Blood runs cold through my veins and my eyes widen in absolute fright. A playful smirk hints at the corner of his full lips as he enjoys my fear. Something he desired for a long, long time.

But I couldn't breathe. My lungs take in oxygen more frequently, like it's on the verge of survival. I am on the verge of survival.

I can't do this! I can't do this! My anxieties say as well.

"Come to me, kitty."

Dakota flashes a threatening look as if defying his command would get my knees bruised, permanently.

I hate that he scares me. And I hate that he knows.

I shiver as cold pricks into my palm. The frill of the dress falls to the cavity of my spine and my ass arches up in a lewd doggie position as I take a stride towards the maniac king.

My skin shudders with iciness and I bite my sobs as I look at myself in the shiny reflection of his stone. The only thing keeping me warm are my tears, which are trailing down my cheeks in humiliation.

"Look up."

His deep voice rings in my head, and I lift my gaze as a response to his command. His cruel lips curve up as he watches me with a satisfaction that can only be mistaken by euphoria.

"Keep that pretty chin up while you crawl to me. I want to see your tears." He taunts me with a smile as dark as his name.

Hot tears of degradation flows down my face as my hips sway, and palms press one after the other onto his stone-cold floor while I crawl to him like an animal.

Dakota sits back and spreads his thighs wider as he actions me to sit between his legs. His huge built shoulders appear like untouchable mountains and upon them, his wicked smile radiates victoriously like the Sun conquers the sky at noon.

And it made me feel puny. Like his little bitch.

Fireworks explode in my chest, sending crackles of shame through every atom of my body as I stop by his feet.

"Beautiful."

Dakota inches my chin up in an angle, he could clearly see the humiliation on my face. A satisfactory smile plays on his lips as his thumb slowly grazes on my jaw, observing the art drawn by the wetness of my eyes.

"You took a lot of time to dress up, but I'll give you additional points for your tears. I loved it."

My stomach twists at his heartless words as he rates my misery like an app. There is no feeling of sympathy or remorse in his eyes, voice, or in his touch. It's all business type. Just like him.

Dakota Black. A man of many shades, but darkness will always be his first skin. Even his heart is as black as the dark side of the Moon, where no light or colour could penetrate.

"Why are yo-u doing this?" I blink my teary eyes at him.

A muscle twitches and his steel face darkens as if I stepped on his sanity. Something that was holding on to him. Domesticated him for years. And I broke the damn dam.

"Three years ago."

I bite back a scream as his fingers dig into my cheeks and he leans down to me with a pace of slow death.

"Do I need to refresh your memory, Miss Stone?"

I shudder as his fingers tighten around my jaw and his gaze sharpens than knives.

"I was remanded in custody, down-trodden by your cop father, assaulted and starved for seven nights because of a little statement written by a witness. You."

The blackness in the center of his eyes takes over the green as he glares at me with so much loathe, I wished one of us was dead. Me.

I regretted every day since then for what I did to Dakota. He was a valedictorian, a golden cup of our college. The only student who cracked the interview of Tesla. And I snatched away his dream job, his pride, his will, his perfect life with one wrong statement.

"I-I-am-m so-rry." I tremble in his hand as he lowers it to my throat. His long fingers wrap around my neck and drags me closer to his cruel face.

"Oh, you will be very sorry. Emara." His hot breath falls on my face as he promises me in a deadly tone.

"I spent a week in that rotten hell.. It will be only fair if you spend a week in hell as well, right?"

I couldn't feel my tears, my face or my limbs. All I could feel is haterade pulsing through his veins as he grips my throat in his burning fingers.

"Seven nights."

His eyes cold as glacial, devoid of any emotion. "I'll give you seven nights to live with me, submit to me, survive in my hell.."

"And I'll free you from all your sins."

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