Owned By a Greek god

**** MELINA P. O. V continues ****

“I didn’t see Master coming, so I hit him and got ice cream on his shirt. He treated me so badly and kept me away from my family, just like he did to you. And he put me right in the middle.” She said this with a small grin on her face. “Oh my God, I feel so bad about that.” I told them, and they smiled.

“I have even figured out my fate, and I have also learned how to be happy.” She answered, and I gave a small smile. “So they also gave you this kind of tub?” When I asked, he or she laughed and nodded.

“Yes. Mine got even harder. Was very mad at the time.” I laughed at what she said.

“So he made you a maid after all that?” I asked, and he or she said “yes.” “After he slept with me for a few days, we both got tired of each other. He put this uniform on me.” What she said. “What? He made love to you!” I screamed. “He does that to every girl he has in his care.” She said it, and my eyes got big.

“I can’t let a beast make me lose my virginity!” I told them, and they smiled. “I did lose mine, and I’m not sure what I should do about it.

The funniest thing was that I thought he was beginning to love me because he keeps coming to me every night. But he didn’t feel anything except how tight my p**sy was.” She said that, and it felt like I was dreaming.

“So I’m going to stand my ground?” I asked, and he or she said “yes.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m sure you will.” She said it, and I started crying. “They thought that when they said “any other machine.” They thought there would be communication.” I mumbled something, and they nodded. “Yes. I may not tell you not to cry. It’s better if you let it all out.” As she stood up, she said. “I’m all done.” She said it with a smile, and I nodded, but I had no idea what she meant. So, that killer is definitely going to make me lose my virginity. That animal!! “You know, most likely only one thing can help you. When he’s with you, act like you’re with your lover, keep your cool, and walk away in his glory, because if you try to fight, you’ll get hurt badly.” I shook my head when she said that.

“I can’t lie about that now that I know he’s a killer.” I told them, and they laughed. “I said more than this when the girls told me, but when it happened, I knew I should have paid attention. I was hurt by the fact that I fought with him. He hit me hard and rode me hard, making me hurt.”

She stated tieing the towel around me. We both walked to the room, and I couldn’t stop crying, but she kept a smile on her face. “I haven’t got anything to wear. I forgot to bring my clothes with me.” I said something, and he or she smiled and walked away. When I came back, I saw her open a closet. “You can find any clothes you want here. I’ll just pick out the right size for you.” What she said.

“Stay put. Did this happen to you, too?” When I asked, the person laughed. “It’s right here for every girl whose uniform you see.” She said, and I let out a sigh. “So I could also become a maid.” I told you. “It depends. Some become maids, and some get killed. It depends on what his grasp wants.” She said something, and I looked at her. “Get killed. Why do you even call him to grasp?” I asked as she looked him over. “He asked us to call him by this name. If he’s called anything else, he kills.” She said, and I let out a breath.

“Killing like it is not anything bad.” I mumbled something, and she brought out a very short nightgown.

“Perfect.” She said she was going to put it on my body. “What’s just right? This doesn’t always work out well. It is too short.” I said moving once more. “You might soon be handcuffed to the bed.

And as soon as he gets there, he’s going to rip it off with his hand. So he wants something soft and straight to the point.” She said something, and I just looked at her, not knowing what else to say. “And there’s one more thing you need to know and get ready for. When he’s tired of f**king you, he gives you to his other guys. That’s what he did for everyone.” What she said. “What?” I asked, not knowing what to do.

“When he was done with me, three of his guys started sleeping with me. ” She said I felt like I was going to start moving on my own.

**** JASON EMERSON’s P. O. V ****Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I let go of the smoke from my cigarette. My left foot moved to the right foot, and my left hand went to the couch. And, of course, my right hand was busy helping me with my tobacco. When the door opened, the driver I had asked to take my mom to her house came in.

“Boss, she’s a housewife now.” He said it, and I agreed.

“Good,” I said, picking up my phone to call her. I want to be more sure that she is okay. It started to ring, and she answered it quickly. “Hello, Mom. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Thank you, Son. I am fine. I just need a little rest, my head hurts a little.”

“I’ll name the morning of the next day. It’s already too late.

You need to take care of yourself.”

“I will, however, one more important part of the son.” “What’s up, Mom?” “Please don’t kill that woman. Let her go”.

“Mom, I promised I wouldn’t kill her anymore, but let her go? That could fail. She could be the same as the last.”

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