Hey lovelies,

Finally, here you go...chapter 2. I am so sorry for the late update but I just did not have the time to update. I am not sure when the next update would be and I won't promise anything.

WARNING: Includes human trafficking. Seriously...I am warning you now. And if you have read TMAHA...you know me, you know my writing and how I write. If there is a warning, then I mean it. I won't make excuses or sugar-coat stuff. If you can't read mature scenes that includes sensitive topics such as this, then please don't read it. It's not everyone's cut of tea...so...

Anyways, to everyone else ENJOY! 

Song: I will possess your heart.

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Maria

I stayed silent. My body locked tight, refusing to move any muscle. I stayed unmoving, a frozen picture in time.

I dared not to move my eyes up. I dared not to look up at this strange man with a strange voice.

The way he spoke was with authority. His voice deep and rough as it caressed over my body.

I stayed kneeling down beside my Master as this new master spoke. They were talking about me, I knew that. I could feel their eyes on me.

My skin crawled with disgust. I hated it when they would gaze upon my naked body, stripped bare of everything. Even my dignity. My pride.

I had nothing left.

Nothing belonged to me anymore.

I was wholly his, my Master's. Every part of me was his.

And I hated every single day of it.

I wished, prayed and hoped for my prince charming to come. Maybe he would come on a white beautiful horse. He would look at me with love and swept me away. He was going to save me from the bad men. We would ride off in the sunset, towards his castle.

And there, he would love me with his whole heart.

We would live happily ever after.

But it was only a dream. A fantasy I built up in my head so I could stay alive.

When my Master would touch me, I closed my eyes and pretended it was my prince charming.

I kept pretending. Every single minute of my life, I pretended that this was not my reality.

But sometimes it was hard. When the pain got too much, when the screams would not stop, I could not hide anymore.

When it felt like my inside were being ripped open, I could not hide. I had to face my reality.

And it was yet another day. I was naked again. Most of the times, we were kept naked.

Master said it was for easier access. For them to do whatever they wanted with our bodies.

We were told to bear our marks – their marks with pride. When our bodies were blue and green, we bore them with pride. We paraded around, showing how good our Masters were to us.

The process repeated. Day after day. Night after night.

Some of the women have been here since they were children. Others when they were only teenagers. But no one was older than 20 years old.

I was taken 8 months ago.

8 months ago, I was 18 years old.

2 months ago, I turned 19 years old.

Every month, Master reminded me of the date I was taken. It was our anniversary.

I kept counting the months in my head, trying not to lose that small glimpse of the outside world. Desperately trying to keep hold on the string of what was left of me.

Unlike what Master thought, I have not lost my sanity yet.

I was still very much alive.

He thought I was dead.

He thought I was the perfect slave.

He thought I was just another pet. Another doll to play with. Another puppet to do whatever he wanted to.

But I had not lost my hope yet.

He thought he owned me.

But he was wrong. So so wrong.

He might have owned my body.

But my soul...my thoughts...they were mine.

He would not take that away from me. My soul did not belong to him. My thoughts did not belong to him.

And my heart...it would never be his.

"She is yours?"

His voice snapped me back to the present. Not my Master.

But him.

For a very unknown reason, I almost forgot all my training and wanted to lift my head up.

I wanted to see him. To see the man, whose voice had caused things to my body.

After so long, I felt something. A strange shiver down my spine.

After being numb for so long, he made me feel something.

What it was? I didn't understand.

"For now. Until I can get the highest buyer. For now, I'll just enjoy her until I decide otherwise," Master muttered drily, his fingers trailing down my spine.

I fought the urge to retch. Every time he touched, I had to fight against myself. I had to remind myself that I was the perfect pet.

I had to accept this touch. No matter, how much I hated it.

The man was silent for what felt like a very long time.

And I felt suddenly desperate for him to speak again. For him to gift me the power of his voice to silent my demons.

"Are you bidding tonight?" Master asked.

"No," the man snapped.

From my position, with me still kneeling and my forehead pressed against the hard floor, my eyes widened.

No body would see this small action. It was my secret.

My breath stuck in my throat. Was he not part of this cartel? Did he not buy slaves?

I listened to them talk. Master suggested the man to have a night with me.

My body tightened, waiting for his response.

When he refused, I let out a small breath. So small so that nobody would notice.

Was it disappointed? Or relief?

I did not how to feel. Even though I have not laid eyes on this man yet, he was making me feel out of control.

Did he not want me?

Master's friends always wanted a night with me when they would visit. They would say I was their favourite. That I was beautiful.

Did that man not find me beautiful?

I felt ashamed when I realized that I cared. His thoughts suddenly mattered to me.

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I closed my eyes. I inhaled and exhaled. My muscles stayed locked as he started to walk away.

His warmth faded away, leaving me numb and cold again.

Master touched my neck, caressing my back. The soft touch did not last long before his nails were digging in my hips, leaving his mark. I always bore his mark.

Even my weak body felt used to it now. His beatings. The endless hours of torture.

It was painful. It hurt more than I could describe, but all I had to do was shut my mind and float away to a magical land with my prince charming.

His hands move upwards to my neck and he gripped it hard. Master pulled me to my knees, but I kept my head bowed down, my eyes on the floor.

I wouldn't dare to look up. It was a mistake I had done many times. But just like a lesson is learnt for every mistake, I learnt my lesson too.

In a much harder way.

Master always found ways to hurt me. New creative ways he liked to called it.

His breath was close to my ear. I didn't flinch when he licked down my neck, leaving a wet trail.

Disgust rolled off my body in angry waves yet I could not do anything.

"I want you to go there and suck his dick in that pretty mouth of yours. Make him feel good. And then I want you to come back with your mouth full with his come."

His words were crude and angry. Dangerous and commanding.

So, I did as I was commanded. For he was the Master and I was the puppet.

There was no changing that. No matter how much my mind fought it.

No matter how much I hated it.

Getting on my hands and knees again, I kept my head bowed. He slapped my butt and with his silent permission, I crawled towards the man.

I was half way through the room when I realized that I didn't know who the man was. I didn't know who I was crawling to, who I was suppose to give pleasure.

It was forbidden to look up and into the eyes of a Master...not until we were commanded to. In that small moment, I broke the first rule.

My head titled slightly upwards, my gaze quickly scanning the room. My heart drummed wildly against my rib-cage, scared that I would get caught and be punished.

All that fear and panic disappeared the second I laid eyes on the man in front of me.

He sat on the couch, only a few feet away from me. His legs were stretched open as he settled against the seat, his head titled towards the ceiling. I could tell his eyes were closed.

My eyes tracked his movement when he tugged at his tie, almost frustrated. My breath caught in my throat and my heart accelerated again.

I did not realize that I was crawling again. This time with my destination in mind.

My eyes were glued to this man. I wasn't even sure if he was the one. My body and mind were disconnected. It felt like an invisible pull, making me reach for him.

As I grew closer, my breathing became harder.

I felt...nervous.

My crawling halted when I was only two feet away from him. So very close. One more step and I could touch him.

But I couldn't move.

This man...he was big. I could see his muscles definition through this clothes. With his long legs, I guessed he was much above 6 feet tall. The couch he sat on looked dainty and small comparing to him.

His suit stretched over his wide chest and I gulped. My eyes went to his fists that rested on his thighs. He clenched and then unclenched his fingers.

I looked up at his face again, his eyes still closed. A few strands of his dark hair fell on his forehead, like it was stubborn and didn't want to stay in place. It looked like he hadn't shave in a few days. The dark stubble was giving him the perfect rough look.

He looked far from a gentleman.

The air around him felt colder and more intense. Even with his eyes closed, his body laid back he spoke dominance.

His authority was loud and clear.

My Master – Valentine was nothing compared to this man.

My Master would force his dominance on me.

But this man... without a single word, he has let the world know that he was the King. The master. The judge, jury and executioner. He held all the power and everyone else was dancing to his tunes.

This man.... was dangerous.

He was no prince charming.

He was the devil in disguise.

And I had already fallen in his trap.

Swallowing my fear, my panic and disgust, I continued to crawl forward. The seconds ticked by as I reached his legs.

My body settled between his thighs, moving effortlessly and as elegantly as I was taught. My breathing was silent, my movement slow and featherlight.

I touched his thigh.

The first touch pushed me over the edge and I was falling...falling in the deep dark abyss.

His hand snapped forward, his fingers wrapping around my smaller wrist. My breath stuttered to a stop. My heart hammered with no control.

His hold tightened and I knew that with a single touch, he could easily break my wrist. But he didn't.

I felt his eyes on me. My skin burnt from his intense gaze and I was so very tempted to look up...to stare into his eyes.

His thumb pressed against the inside of my wrist and without realizing it, my head moved upwards.

Our eyes met.

And the world stilled.

I was robbed of my words. I was robbed of my thoughts.

Everything and everyone froze...nothing mattered.

Only our eyes, gazing into each other.

I could see my reflection in his pale grey eyes.

My naked body was visible through his eyes and everything ended.

I saw my shame, his eyes a mirror to my soul.

I could see me...a dirty slave. Owned by another man.

With one look, just like seconds ago everything froze... my world shifted and titled. Reversing and finding its place again.

For a brief moment, I had forgotten who I was. But I saw myself through his eyes and it was enough reminder.

This man wasn't my prince charming.

And I wasn't his sweet love.

He was a Master.

I was a slave.

And I had a job to do. A command to follow. A man to please.

Then I would return back to my place, next to my Master's feet with my mouth full of this man's come.

I licked my lips. His eyes followed my movement and I knew I had all his attention.

With ease and after countless times to doing this, I blinked up at him. My stomach rolled yet I kept my focus on the task.

But being the Devil, he played with my mind again. He pulled me in his trap again.

Instead of just forcing my face against his crotch and force me to take his manhood, just like all the others, he leaned down.

His head was next to mine, his nose slightly touching my jaw. The softest touch, so sensual...so beautiful...so right.

His nose trailed down a small path, touching my jawline and my neck. I felt his breath against my skin, causing a slight shiver from me.

When he breathed me in, my eyes fluttered close.

Why did I not feel repulse by his touch? Why is this man affecting me...changing everything I had ever known?

My world and his were crashing together, the lines aligning and fitting together without our permission.

He dragged me closer to his body. His thighs spread wider to accommodate me. My body pressed against his and I melted in his embrace.

In this moment, nothing else matter. Not the depravity of this action or the disgust I felt just seconds ago.

He shifted slightly and our eyes met again. We stared silently at each other. His holding nothing...empty. A black void. Mine, speaking everything so loudly.

Could he see my truth? My reality?

Did he care?

Our gaze broke apart when he leaned down again. His lips touched my skin, placing kisses along the path of my neck to my ear. My body felt warm and flushed, a strange feeling building up in the pit of my stomach.

When was the last time someone felt me so gently? When was the last time a man kissed me so softly?

He nipped gently at my ear lobe and I almost gasped. His touch was so featherlight, making me want more.

He teased me and I craved more.

"You look like an Angel...so fucking exotic," he whispered roughly in my ear.

I shivered, a slight tremble that I knew he would notice immediately.

But there was no stopping it. His words changed everything. The same deep rough voice as before. This man who was holding me...was the same who refused me.

You look like an Angel...so fucking exotic.

An Angel?

He thought me as an Angel?

My cheeks heated and my body tingled.

Nobody has ever called me an Angel before.

I was slave to everyone else.

But this stranger...this Devil called me Angel.

Instead of taking and ripping my soul apart, he was giving me pieces of myself.

So, I would return him the favour in the only way I knew how.

As soon as this fingers released me, I moved to his zipper. My eyes avoided his, not wanting to see my lost dignity in his.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

He knew the answer yet he wanted me to speak. Something I was forbidden to do. I only replied to Master and until he gave me permission to speak, I was not allowed to utter a single word.

My Master was strict with his own rules. Fear slithered down my spine but yet again, I pushed it away.

I broke a second rule.

"Let me serve you, Master," I whispered so softly, for his ears only.

The moment the words were out of my mouth, he started to unbuckled his belt. Instinctively, I licked my lips again.

My hands trembled on his thighs, feeling strangely nervous. He pushed his slacks down until his hard length was visible.

Oh.

My eyes snapped to his. The corner of his lips turned upwards in a small knowing smirk. He waited.

He didn't push. He didn't demand.

Finally, my gaze moved down to his hard cock. An impressive size and length. There were already white droplets on the head.

I gulped and looked up at him again. With our eyes on each other, bent down and licked the length.

He hissed and swore loud. I watched his reaction, mesmerized by the sight of unadulterated lust on his beautiful face as I took his cock in my mouth.

My lips wrapped around his length, sucking him deep. My tongue traced his pulsing veins and his hips bucked upwards, pushing himself deeper in my throat.

I didn't fight against the invasion. For the first time, I welcomed it. I took him in my mouth to give him the pleasure I wanted.

His fingers wrapped tightly around my hair, his knuckles digging painfully in my scalp as he pushed me harder and deeper down his cock. He gripped my hair tight, taking absolute control.

I relaxed against his hold, surrendering to him. He fucked my mouth, taking what he wanted.

He growled low in his chest and my nails dug into his thighs.

It was dirty. Deep. Rough. Fast.

But he made something that I hated with a passion so sensual. I pulsed between my legs and pressed my thighs together.

What's happening to me?

He thrust in and out of my mouth, forcing me to take all of him. One last thrust, he held my head down on his cock.

I had no warning as his come started rushing and filling my mouth.

"Swallow it all," he ordered, his voice husky with his desire.

Without a second thought, I did. Without thinking of the consequences, I swallowed every single drop, pleasing him with every lick and swallow.

My throat worked against the effort, some come dripping down my chin. His eyes traveled down my breasts, following the wet trail that his fluid was leaving.

After giving his cock one last lick, he released my head and pulled away. I licked my lips, making sure I had gotten everything.

For some strange reason, I wanted to please this man.

His eyes were hooded with need as he dragged a finger up my breast and pushing his come back into my mouth. My fingers wrapped around his finger, sucking it clean.

Was he happy? Did I please him?

My eyes fluttered closed when he dragged his wet fingers against my lips.

"Thank you, Master. I am honored to have serve you."

A soft whisper. Months and months of practice have drilled this in my head.

Always thank the Master for honoring us with their come.

I hated him. I hated thanking them for making us dirty and ugly.

I was so lost in the moment....in him, that I forgot who and where I was.

A slave. I was a slave.

Don't forget it. Never forget it. Don't lose yourself.

I had to remind myself again. Over and over again.

No matter how beautifully dark this man was, he was the Devil. No better than any other man in this room.

No better than Valentine Solonik.

I felt him touch my chin, tilting my head up. My eyes stayed close, refusing to give him the small glimpse into my soul.

"Look at me."

My eyes snapped open at his order.

I am a slave. He is a Master.

Don't forget it. Never forget it. Don't lose yourself.

If I did as I was told, my punishments would be less. If I pleased them, I would have a good night of sleep.

If they liked me, I would get to eat some bread and cheese.

If my screams of pain were their new favourite music, I would get water.

I am a slave. He is a Master.

He was not my prince charming.

Don't forget it. Never forget it. Don't lose yourself.

His grey eyes stared down at me, his head cocked to the side. His curiosity burnt my skin.

His warmth was hurting me. I no longer wanted it.

"Why did your eyes suddenly turn empty, pretty Angel?"

His words caressed me...and then cut through my skin, forcing their way into my heart.

I was falling into his dark trap again.

My lips pressed together, refusing to answer. He raised an eyebrow, the tip of his finger gently tapping my chin.

"Are you refusing to answer me?"

I swallowed and wanted to close my eyes. But his intense gaze wouldn't let me.

Shaking my head, I kept silent.

"Then answer me," he demanded quietly.

Our faces were mere inches apart more. He leaned forward, our breathing mixing together, our lips almost touching.

"Speak," he said again.

I didn't. What could I say?

Small moments of stubbornness, just like this one have always gotten me into terrible punishments.

But they were all worth it.

I showed them, silently, that they would never control me fully. My mind was still mind. My heart and soul still belonged to me.

"I want to hear that beautiful voice again."

My heart cracked. The play of his words was music to my ears.

Beautiful voice.

He thought I had a beautiful voice?

Did I have a beautiful voice?

My lips parted against my accord. I wanted to hear my voice. I wanted to hear the beauty he was speaking of.

Master taught me that I was ugly. Everything about me was dirty.

But the Devil...was saying something different. So very different.

Confusion clouded my mind as I breathed, ready to speak. For him. Only for him.

But my words never made it past my lips.

"I see my slave has serve you well."

I closed my eyes at the sound of Master's voice. He was back. And he just shattered the small world the devil and I had built together.

The man released his hold on my chin and I immediately felt his lost. Inside my head, I curled into myself harder, hiding away.

My eyes snapped open when he touched me again. His gaze was still on mine as he caressed the top of my head. He combed his fingers through the length of my black hair.

My heart stuttered at the sweet touch. Too sweet for the devil.

His palm cradled the back of my head and he pressed me down until my cheek was lying on top of his thigh.

My body was still between his legs, still cradled in the safety of his embrace. He stroked my cheek now and my body relaxed. My eyes closed as I melted into his warmth.

I never wanted him to stop touching me.

The world...every single ugliness in it vanished into thin air.

I floated far far away...in a magical land.

Where the devil was my prince charming.

Where we lived happily ever after.

But all of that came to screeching halt. So suddenly. Too quickly I was snatched away from my happily ever after and through back into the dark abyss.

A bottomless pit that I kept falling into...with no one cushioning my fall.

My ears registered his voice, his words.... his demands.

"Go the bedroom. I want you on the bed, waiting for me."

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OKAY LOVELIES,

This is it...it's a slow start...but Maria's POV was very much needed for this scene.

Yes, it's a repetition of the previous scene but its important for you to understand her. I couldn't just skip this POV and go straight into the next scene. It wouldn't have made sense from Maria's POV.

Next chapter you will definitely get Lyov's POV again. Depending how long it will be, you might get Maria's POV too.

Please remember that this is a short story. Maximum 10 chapters. *Sigh* But you know me, I might even make it 12 chapters because when I start writing, I can't seem to stop. But please know that it's going to be a fast-paced love story because I have to fit everything in 10 chapters.

Did you feel the connection? The chemistry? Maria's pain and confusion?

She most definitely broke my heart in this chapter.

Well, until next time....

Lots of love, Lylah xoxo