Last night was pure torture, Mark would not let me cum, until I was screaming for him to let me. But today was a new day. I'm not sure what time it is, but he did come in here twice. So, I'm guessing it's the afternoon or evening.

He was nice enough to give me a new set of clothes. And I was able to find out about what really happened to me. They had this all planned out. Minhyuk wasn't a friend, he was the exact opposite.

He had lied to me. I mean I could understand him picking Mark over me. But was he really that low to let me end up in this predicament.

I was chained to the bed, my hands tightly bonded and my feet cuffed together. And the clothes he gave me was not enough to cover any of my private areas.

I felt like a dirty peasant, the bed hard and dirty. The room dark, and water leaking from broken pipes. He had me living like a pig. I curl up in a ball covering my face with my hands. Maybe I did deserve this. But I haven't let him stay like this.

Even though I broke him, I never treated him bad. I actually cared for his well being. Maybe I did break him. I was a awful person.

Suddenly the door creaks open, turning around I see Mark's figure near the bed. In his hands he's carrying a tray. Stopping in front of me he glares harshly at me.

"Get up" I try getting up, but the chains on my wrist restrain me from doing so.

"I-I can't" I whimper, showing him the chains on my wrist.

Sighing he places the tray on the stand across from the bed. Walking back over to me, he slips his hand into his pants pocket and retrieves a key.

Unlocking the chains, my wrist are finally free. He moves down towards my feet, and unlocks the cuffs. Finally free I sit up in bed, touching both my wrist. Both had the imprint of the chains, and a bruise was forming already.

Coming back in front of me, he places the tray on my lap. "Eat. I'll come back in a few. Tonight you have work to do." With that he leaves the room, the door slams close making me jump.

Looking down my lips begin to quiver. Tears stream down my face, and I began to sob. This was my life now. I was going to be his sex slave, and live like a pig. It's not like anyone was going to go out looking for me, or file for a missing person report.

I was alone. I had no family, my parents didn't care about me. After my sister was born, they mainly focused on her. She was their golden child. I was just kicked to the side.

Grabbing the tray I place it on the floor. I lay on the bed curling up in a ball again. My sobs grow loud, and I whimper. This was my true punishment.

A month later, the days have just been coming and going by slowly. I was already going crazy. Being locked up in a dark room, with nothing to do was driving me to the brick of insanity. Mark was always gone for long hours now.

He had said he was having a comeback, and that he would be out late. Of course he left me a whole bunch of snacks, and bottles of water. But being the cruel person he is. I was left to use the bathroom in a bowl he had left in the corner of the room.

I sigh running my fingers through my matted hair. Getting up from the bed, I grab a scrunchie from the table. I try my best to comb my hair with my fingers, and put it into a bun. When I'm done I grab a bottle of water, and sit back on the bed.

I had learned that I couldn't fight my fate anymore. Somedays I was just emotional-less when Mark was having sex with me. I would go as far as fake my orgasms. Was I still in love with him? No. I was used and abused. Nobody deserved this.

I never treated Mark wrong, I had even stopped drugging him up. Was I obsessed? Yes. I admit it. I was, but I saw my wrong.

I had never hurt him like he was hurting me. Even my worst enemy didn't deserve this. Wasn't the five years in jail enough? Didn't seem like it.

Placing the bottle of water on the floor, the door creaks open. Looking up Mark walks in, closing the door behind him. The door automatically locks. He was dressed in a baggy short-sleeved grey shirt, and a pair of black sweat pants.

He stands in front of me, his hand gripping my upper arm tight. "I've been waiting to come home and fuck you. Get on all fours" He gritted out through clenched teeth. Letting go of my arm, he moves back slightly. I do as he says, and close my eyes.

His cold hands pulls up my baggy shirt, placing it on my waist. Grabbing my tong he slides it to the side. His hands leave my body, and all I hear is his movements behind me.

I bite my bottom lip, waiting for his intrusion. I knew he wouldn't give me time to adjust to his length. My heart was pounding erratically in my chest. I could almost hear it in my ears.

Without a warning he thrusts deep into me. I cry out, his thick length stretching my walls. "Shit!" He grips my waist digging his nails into my flesh. The pain was unbearable for a couple of minutes, until it turned into pleasure.

His thrusts are deep and fast, he wastes no time being gentle. His stokes are rough and hard, his pelvis hitting against my ass. Leaning my head forward, it bobs back and forth.

His cock hits all the right places, my walls stretching out for him. His grunts, and my moans travel around the room. "Uh!M-Markkk!" I moan. He changes his angle moving in and out of me aggressively.

"That's right. Take this cock, you slut!" His right hand comes into contact with my ass, the sting setting off my orgasm. My walls clench around his cock, he hisses at the tightness.

His stokes start to become sloppy, with one finally thrust his seed squirts deep inside me. The never ending cum leaks inside me, pulling out of me his cum leaks onto the back of my legs. "Fuck! That was good." He cusses.

I collapse onto the bed panting, opening my eyes I stare at the wall. I was just his sex slave nothing more. Turning onto my back, I see him cleaning himself up with a paper towel.

He turns around, and meets my gaze. A smirks edges at the corner of his lips. "Clean up. I'll be back tomorrow" He grabs his clothes off the floor, and leaves out the door. The door slams behind him, which makes me jump like always.

Getting up I grab a paper towel, and start cleaning myself. It was unusually of him. He would always give me a pill to avoid getting me pregnant. Today he seemed to forget. I hope I'm not pregnant, I couldn't afford to get pregnant now.

Two weeks later, I wake up to the sound of the door creaking open. Sitting up in bed, Mark walks over to me holding a bag in his hand. "Get up!" Standing up he stands in front of me. "Come with me." He grips my arm tight, and drags me out of the room.

Finally, out of that dark room, and up the stairs, I notice that the rest of the house is much nicer. Not noticing we stopped at a door. He opens the door pushing me inside. He closes the door, and I then notice we're in a bathroom.

Turning around I see him with two packs of pregnancy tests. He looks up, and pushes them at me. "I-I didn't know which one to buy. But take both of them." Nodding my head, I turn around and open both packages.

Thirty long minutes later, I pick up both tests and look at them. The two lines indicated that I was in fact pregnant. I couldn't believe this. I had a funny feeling I was, but just put my sickness as a stomach bug.

I turn towards Mark, and show him. "I-I'm pregnant." He nods his head, taking one of the tests out of my hand. "You'll stay up here now." With that he opens the door, and tells me to follow him. Great. This couldn't get any worser.