The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Disorder

They pushed me and cut the knot that was tying me up. After the leash was removed, I attempted to kick them. The guy with rotting teeth tore the clothing I was wearing. I quickly wrapped my two hands around my chest. The man who unbuckled the belt pushed up to my body. He squeezes my left chest, causing me to whimper. I tried to struggle, but my body was weakening from fear and sobbing.

They took my pants off, although it was difficult because they were jeans. I surrendered because I realized there was no chance. My eyes welled up with tears. Only the devils’ laughter rang in my head. The man took out his cock, which had been standing for some time. He had taken down my panties and was about to enter when he was trodden on in the face.

“You’re fucked! What exactly are you?! What’s the matter with you?!” he yelled furiously.

He raised his head to see who it was, but when he understood who the man was, his eyes widened. He was going to flee when he was stopped by two guards, while another two guards thrashed the two accompanying him.

I stared at the man who come to help me with fiery eyes. Despite being scared and nude, I rise and run towards him. I stumbled as I stood up. He approached me and put his coat around my body. I braced him and sobbed uncontrollably.

“Sshhh! Everything is OK; I’m here. I’ve arrived.” He comforted me and patted my head.

I hit my body, which was now covered with a coat, and began sobbing. “They touched me here.” I pressed my finger into the area they stroked. “Even here! They’re disgusting!”

He made an effort and calm me down. His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. I couldn’t stop sobbing and wailing. When he took me and walked close to the guard, I heard him mutter something, just enough to understand.

“Don’t murder them. Cut only what is necessary.” He makes the rules.

Before we could get inside his fancy car, I heard three men pleading, “Please forgive us! We had no intention of doing it! I have a family! I beg you!” He yelled at us, his voice is utterly broken. I would have looked at them, but Andrius swiftly buried my face in his chest.

I just gazed out the window at the woods while I was in his car. My tears began to fall once again; what if he was late in a minute? What will happen to me? I still feel their hands on my body even now. I fell asleep while sobbing because my eyes were weary.

“NO!” I awoke, racing after my breath. I’m now in my room, and I abruptly withdrew the hand that was holding me. Aunt Jes cleaned my face with a damp cloth. When I hugged my hand, they began to tremble. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I’m sorry. Did I scare you?” Aunt Jes looked at me worriedly as she held a wet towel. She was wiping my hands earlier while another towel rested on my head.

I gazed at her with fear in my eyes, but as I realized I was in a secure place, I gradually calmed down. I saw they suddenly dressed me in flowery pajamas. When I looked over at the side table, I noticed the food.

“Can you tell me the time?” That was the first question I asked because I had a feeling I had slept for too long. I stared at the door because I feel like, I am hearing those guys approaching to kidnap me. My hands and feet are trembling once more. I’m not sure how much trauma those men caused me.

“Miss Caroline!” Aunt Jes screamed out immediately as tears streamed back into my eyes. She embraced me firmly to calm me down, but... I was terrified. They seem to pay me a visit in my dreams.

As the door swung open, my breathing became heavier. Aunt Jes and I hugged even tighter. Because I buried my hands in her arms, I feel like I’m already harming her with my nails. I was relieved when she mentioned the name of the man who had entered.

“Sir Andrius!”

I didn’t leave the hug, but my breathing was improving. I raised my head to see Andrius freshly washed and the man dressed in a black polo. It appears to be fairly young and has a stethoscope around its neck. Because of that, I recognized him right away.

I carefully pulled my hand from Aunt Jes, trembling. She cast a pitying look at me. She massaged my hair to fully calm me down. Andrius approached me, sat on the bed on which I was laying, and then grasped my shaking hands.

I’m not sure if it was just because his hands were warm that I stopped shivering. The doctor then greeted me. He stared at Andrius and me as if he was concerned about my condition. He spoke after crossing his arms.

“I’ve seen a lot of people like this. In your case, you have PTSD, also known as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is a mental illness that these individuals suffer from because of anything that happened or that they observed, such as a tragedy, war dead, etc.” He paused for a while, but proceeded after a second. “Sometimes when the individual has been raped or witnesses the rape,” he said, as if he had just read the mood of the room.

“Then what should be done to treat her?” Andrius asked him. He listened seriously and was interested in what the doctor in front of us would answer. While I was just quiet and unprocessed.

“What happened to you? Where are your parents? ” He asked me and waiting for an answer from me. I knew he was asking this because he needed to confirm what had caused it all. And this is his job, to provide a reliable answer.

I was about to answer when Andrius suddenly spoke. “I don’t think Caroline is ready to open something like this. Can you just come back tomorrow?” He looked at me and seemed to be just waiting for me to answer.

“No. It’s OK.” I looked at him with reassuring eyes. I also want to deal with what happened to my parents. I feel like I’m running away from the truth. It’s like I’m living a lie that they’re still here. “They died in a demolition and I was almost raped.”

It’s as easy as that. Simple words, but they strike the heart like a dagger. It’s simple to say yet difficult to accept. Because I can’t breathe, I feel like a stone has landed in my heart. I grasped Andrius’ arm and pulled my breath away gently.

The doctor nodded and then answered Andrius’ question earlier. “No cure exists for PSTD, I’ll be honest. However, the best hope is the combination of medication and therapy.”

After the doctor told Andrius what more he needed to know, he left. I didn’t pay attention to their talk since I ate the one at the side table and then rested.

As I laid there, I remembered what they called “Miss,” who allegedly instructed them to do that.