Chapter 3

SEPTEMBER'S POV

"Em, uh Zachy bro has..Look I've to get you ready for the party you're attending with him." Grace stammering voice entered through my ear.

I rolled my eyes at the mention of her 'Zachy bro'. For f-ck's shake, a bloody monster like him don't deserve to have any relation with anyone.

"What made you think that I'll let you doll me up?" I asked bluntly, completely not being in the mood to talk sweetly.

My head is throbbing due to this stupid headache and here she's going to make me ready for god knows what.

She frowned and sat next to me. I mumbled few colourful words under my breath because she had ruined my sleep. That sleep which I've got after damn much struggle. Since the day Zachary had destroyed my life, I was having insomnia.

"Please Em, just get ready. I don't want Zach to get pissed. He-He will hurt you."

She breathed out and then handed me the dress to wear.

Hurt me? Well what else is left for him to hurt me more when he had already made my emotions hollow?

But despite of anything I took the dress and entered into washroom to change. I stripped from my clothes and rinsed my face with a cold water, several times till my skin's temperature falls. The faint sound of tap on the door made me to unlock the door and step out.

I blocked my mind to think anything and let Grace do whatever she wants. After good amount of passing minutes which seemed like infinity, she took me in front of the huge wall mirror and gestured me to have a look of my reflection.

I was dolled up in a black black less dress which was clinging to my body like a second skin. It went only up to my mid thigh, exposing enough of my skin to my liking. My hairs were pinned up in a bun and face, well it was caked up with makeup in blood red lipstick and all those cosmetical craps. My feet were slipped into black heels for which I don't have a bit idea that how I am going to manage walking in them.

"You're so hot, sister in law." She winked and then walk out of the room.

I laughed, humorlessly at my reflection. I used to dress up like this to look pretty and now it feels like I am nothing but a whore. A whore of my own husband.

I was not ashamed of wearing dresses which exposed my skin but not now. Because now my confident was replaced by self hatred.

"F-ck, my wife is so delicious."

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

I shivered in disgust and stared into the mirror to saw his reflection lusting over me. He was dressed in a black suit and red tie which was matching the dark shade of my lipstick, his hairs were all aligned in perfection, his face was clean and shaved.

I blinked and fixed my eyes on the floor. He pulled my back more closer to his chest. Uncomfortably, I tried to get away from him but he pressed his hard erection against my butt. I pressed my eyes shut in fear and felt his tongue running over my back of bare shoulder. The wet sensation on his tongue released goosebumps on the spot not in pleasure but in disgust.

The harsh sound of his breathing and the wild rate of his beating heart was all I needed to confirm that my virginity was not going to survive for more days. He will taint my body, whenever he want and I will not be able to stop him, anyways.

"One day I will f-ck this sweet ass of yours and you'll beg me to do so." He moaned and slipped his rough fingers up to my butt through the end of my dress.

I stood like a statue with my closed eyes and mind going through various turmoil. The urge to slap his hand away was the most I suppressed.

He creased the skin of my butt through his thumb and all of sudden pinched it harshly making a gasp escape my mouth. His chest vibrated due to chuckle and next I know, I was facing him and his lips were moving ruthlessly against mine.

"It wouldn't harm to have a little fun before going to the party, right?" He smirked.

I swallowed a cry as my nerves started freezing in terror. The lust burning in his eyes was too much for me to keep my composer calm. However I say that he had made me numb but when it comes to my dignity, I feel nothing but an urge to save myself from him.

He bend to pick me up and then put me on the table. His eyes remained fix on my face as he loosened his tie and curled his lips into malicious grin full of nothing but lust.

He went on his knees on the floor and then parted my legs, wide open.

I stilled my breath, neglecting all my instincts to fight him because I knew that in the end he will claim my body.

He pulled my black panty down to my thighs and then without wasting a second he tilted his head and pressed his lips on my core. A strange sensation erupted in my belly and it was as if my whole body was sat on fire. His tongue started licking each and every corner in desperation. My mind went numb, unable to think anything not even disgust. It was all blank.

"Say that you're my whore." He demanded in a dominating tone in rough voice.

And then only tears welled up in my eyes and all the disgust came back. I chewed my inner cheeks in shame and shook my head.

"SEPTEMBER." He barked, biting the flesh which only made those salty tears to escape my eyes.

"I-I am..your w-whore." I shuttered, closing my eyes and tolerating the painfull sensation of his teeth.

His nails dig into my thighs as he sucked my clit, continuously.

Suddenly my body started shaking and high pressure built up in my lower abdomen. I looked at him, helplessly and struggled to breath. W-What is wrong with me?

"Who are you?"

"I-I am your...Ah.."

And then my body released the pressure which felt like...I don't even have appropriate words to explain it. My whole body relaxed in an unimaginable pleasure.

He looked up at me with a smirk and then raised his eyebrows in a gesture to complete my earlier words. I licked my dry lips and bend my head in shame. " I am your whore."

"Yes, you are." He placed a lingering kiss on my core and then stood up.

With his eyes fixed on my face, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He then fixed his tie and came to me and slide my panty back and make me stand with his hand wrapped around my waist.

We sat on backseat and soon the driver turned on the engine.

I wiped my tears and my head automatically bend to rest on his shoulder due to exhaustion.

My mind was still in daze. Now I've known very well that there's no escape from him till I fall into the arms of death. My body has even started to betray me. How can I stoop so low to feel the pleasure when I should be disgusted by his actions? He was right to make me say that I am his whore after all which respected woman will enjoy his filthy touch? What will Hunter think about me to know that his girlfriend was enjoying the sexual pleasure from that person who had killed him?

This time it wasn't Zachary's fault but all mine. He had only done what I've expected from him that is to exploit my body but what about me? Where was my self control?

When we reached the destination, he again wrapped his arms around my waist, possessively and lead me inside. I roamed my eyes everywhere and found the hallway full of typical creepy people like Zachary but to my utter most shock, there was not a single female except me. And then it all started when everyone's attention fell on me, they all were staring at me as if I was a piece of meat. I squirmed under their lustful gaze and clinged onto hand of Zachary who was not giving a damn about the whole thing.

H-How could he? I am his wife, isn't it? Then how could he let me to such place where the men like wild animals are staring me as if I was their prey? Zachary had admitted that he had only killed Hunter because he said that loved me then what now? Why he's not bothering by all those preverts?

I bite the corner of my lips and avoided to look at anyone but couldn't helped myself from uttering " Why I am here? Why not Grace?"

His eyes snapped in my direction and he gestured me to sit on the couch, I did as I told and then searched his face for my answer.

"Because Grace is Grace. She's not a slut like you."

He spat with so much venom in his voice that my heart sank in my rib cage.

He then planned to go somewhere but by ignoring my self pride, I tugged his wrist. "P-Please, don't leave me alone." I pleaded.

He easily unclasped my fingers from his wrist and went away to talk to someone, leaving me all alone in this scary surrounding.

"What a fine lady like you doing here?" An unfamiliar, masculine voice came to my ear.

I instantly stiffened and stood up from the couch only to come in contact with a pair of horrifying eyes. I stumbled on my feet as I took a step back. He held that dangerous aura which I have only experienced on Zachary.

My heart started hammering louder and at that moment I wished that Zachary was by my side. Something in me told that he will never let this monster came to me but there was not a single sight of him.

"What's your name, love?" He asked in a husky voice.

I gulped my saliva and then answered.

"September.. I-I am Zachary's w-wife."

After hearing my reply, his face twitched into distaste and he did something which I was scared about. He pushed me to the wall and trapped me with his legs. His face leaned more closer to me and the fowl smell of alcohol washed my nostrils. No, please don't. And before I could push him away, he grabbed the fabric of my dress and riped it apart.

I flinched in shock and struggled against him to release me but instead he grabbed me by my neck and started kissing me, roughly. I cringed in disgust but he didn't stopped.

"WHAT THE F-CK ARE YOU DOING?" But then he braked, pushing me away.

"N-No..I couldn't do this. Y-You are Zachary's wife. Please don't force me to do this." He added.

I wiped my tears and looked at him back in confusion. In one day only, I have my dignity being molested twice but the only difference this time was that Zachary was my husband, if anything I have given him rights to treat me however he wanted on the cost of sparing Chris and Claire's life but this bastard? H-How could he?

"I am sorry man, your wife came and stared getting cozy with me." He spoke again in guilty.

That's when I saw Zachary standing in the corner. His jaw was locked and eyes were burning in rage. He was staring at the ripped piece of clothing on my body. I ignored his heating gaze and ran to hug him like my life was depended on him. Tears were continuously streaming down as I hide my face on his chest. My head throbbed and the unappropriated touch of that man caused a hovac over my mind. I just wanted to stand under the shower till his touch disappear from my body.

"You really are a slut, aren't you?" He asked with so much disgust lacing in his voice.

I tilted my head up and looked at him in disbelief. He thinks that I've jumped on that bastard? Fine then Zachary, think whatever you want, I won't stop you. After all you are also a monster like him. So eventually you'll end up believing him only.

"Yes, I am slut, whore or whatever you can call me. Ugh, you ruined everything. Here I was going to have some fun with that hot man but then you came. Can you please give me some time so that I can have a quicky with him?"

I asked, faking a bitchy smile over my breaking emotions.

He greeted his teeth then removed his Blake blazer to put it over my half naked body. I mentally rolled my eyes at his pathetic attempt to act like he's gentleman.

"You know what, let's better go home. Tonight I'll teach you a f-cking lesson to not ever dare to disrespect me."