My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Gianna’s POV

WE finally arrived our destination after spending a couple of hours at the motionless gridlock.

The chauffeur drove into a gigantic building that looks similar to the drawing of beautiful art pictures of paradise I do see on books, magazines and other articles.

The whole wall and floor was made of clear crystal glass.

There was a swimming pool built at one corner of the compound and it was so large and inviting.

I glanced over to the large accumulating breathtaking garden, that was covering a good amount of space.

“Wow!”, I gasped at the view of the beauty of the environment.

So such places really do exist, and not just in books huh?

“We have arrived ma’am!”, muttered the driver to me jolting me back from my thoughts.

“Oh!”, I exclaimed and began stepping out of the car.

I stepped out in full anxiety only to be welcomed by a sight of so many armed men surrounding every corner, every nook and cranny of the mansion.

“Is this a president’s or a governor’s house? Why so many securities?”, I puzzled.

“This way!”, gawked the elderly chauffeur, I gave a slight nod and strode behind him.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

As I trotted along, I avoided the deadly glares of the armed men by the golden door.

Each step closer to the living room sent great shivers down my spine.

“What will become of me now?”, I pounded.

When we got to the last door, we halted, and I watched the elderly chauffeur slot in a password card into the slot hole, and punching in the digits.

Instantly, the door opened up revealing a huge living room.

The living room was great, but I couldn’t admire because we saw a devil seated on his throne.

The elderly chauffeur quivered and shuddered trembling slightly at the sight of the guy that was seated majestically on a sofa that looks more of a throne.

He was generating a cold and powerful aura, like a devil from the botom of hell.

“I’m sorry Master, the traffic was a killer”, reported the elderly man.

“Take her to my room!”, he commanded giving me an unfathomable stare and making me to tremble in panic.

Truth be told, he is a young, wickedly handsome man with blue eye balls.

“Yes master!”, he bowed in respect to him, before leading me upstairs.

Greg’s POV

Staring at her tender figure dancing slowly right at my front makes my dick to twitch.

“Give it a tweak!”, I smacked happily spanking her soft butts.

She immediately turned around landed a tight slap on my left cheek.

What!

“Did you just slap me?”, I yelled angrily.

“Enough of all these already! You made me strip right in front of you, you roughly squeezed my boobs, you made me danced naked in front of you, what else do you need from me!”, she yelled crying.

I moved closer to her staring right info her puffy eyes that was now clouded up with tears.

“I bought you! You are mine! You are just like my pet now so I will do whatever that pleases me with you”, I said, “the next time you gonna lay your sluty hand on me, I will have it chopped off”, I said in a whisper, in the most calmest frame of mind I have ever been.

Her facial expression changed as she frowned, tightening up her beautiful face.

“Kill me if you want! What the hell am I living for anyways!”, she yelled crying.

Then I decided to take a proper glimpse of her, she looked really attractive with firm boobs, her nipples were firmly pointed at me inviting me to have a suck. She looked so innocent, timid and lambish, but that doesn’t change the fact that she is a slut.

I raised her up from the ground and threw her on the bed.

“What are you gonna do to me?”, she asked curiously.

“Didn’t you just ordered me to kill you?”, he replied smirking.

“You are a devil, don’t come close to me”, she cried and instantly my face dropped. I could feel my inner demon roaring angrily.

Gianna’s POV

I watched as he moved towards the bed, his eyes were so red and bloodshot.

I sat down fearfully as he pulled me by the hairs, dragging me away from the bed.

“Let go of my hairs! It’s hurting!”, I cried in pains, but it seems as though I added more fuel to the fire.

He gave me a resounding slap sending me to the glass wall.

I felt a warm liquid flowing from inside of me to my mouth and instantly I gagged out a mouth full of blood.

“How dare you refer me to a demon?”, he smacked approaching me.

I wanted shifting backwards but realization hits, I was already sitting by the wall, no more place to run to.

He emerged towards me fiercely ready to bounce on me.

“I’m sorry!” I cried.

He got to me and lifted me by my hairs, again.

Bringing out a handcuff from his pocket, he quickly set it on my wrists.

Then he took me to a dark room right beside his room, and pushed me to a chair and tied me to it.

“Please have grace!”, I pleaded crying real hard.

My eyes hurt badly due to my cries.

“Let me show you what a devil does!”, he uttered coldly putting on the air conditioning to the coldest level, then put off the lights.

“Good night!” He gawked and walked out.

“What offence did I ever comit? Why is life being so unfair?” I cried.