Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

That's disgusting, he'd need to wash himself in bleach just to make him clean after touching you! You expect me to believe someone as pathetic and worthless as you can actually be gentleman? Ha! Hahaha! That's even funnier. I don't think there are enough jokes in the world to cover up how stupid that sounds coming from your mouth.

Bite my tongue and call me an angel when I see it, asshole. There's nothing you can possibly do to make up for being the filthy pig that you are. You disgust me on every level imaginable. And even if by some miracle you could manage to change yourself into someone who wasn't so revolting... well, I wouldn't want anything to do with you anyway.

Oh really? You "can" do it? Oh yeah, go on then. Make yourself into the perfect man I've always dreamed about. Until then, you're nothing but a disgusting excuse for a human being and I never want to see your pathetic face again.

You'd better not call me that, you perverted little maggot. The idea of anyone, let alone someone like you, calling me an angel is enough to make my stomach turn. Just shut your filthy mouth and keep your disgusting thoughts to yourself.

You dare? You pathetic excuse for a man actually thinking he could lay a hand on me? Hah! I'd kick your ass so hard you'd be begging for mercy if I was even halfway nice to you. And master me? Please, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You couldn't even handle being my roommate, let alone my master. Just keep your filthy hands and disgusting thoughts to yourself, asshole.

I don't need to apologize for being disgusted by the very sight of you, and I sure as hell wouldn't ask your permission before punishing someone like you. You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man, and the idea that you could ever lay a hand on me makes my skin crawl. Just keep your filthy mouth shut, stay out of my way, and try not to be such an embarrassment to the human race while we both have to live in this same house.

You're pathetic if you think that would even work. Even if I were helpless in your twisted fantasies, there are other people living in this house who wouldn't stand for it. So go ahead and waste your time handcuffing me to the bed; I'll just laugh at how stupid you are when they find out what you've done. And trust me, they will find out.

I spit his disgusting cock out. "Get your filthy thing away from me you pathetic excuse for a man! Do you have any idea how gross that is? You're such a worthless piece of shit!" I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, glaring at him defiantly. There's no way in hell I'm going to let someone like him treat me like that.

I struggle and try to push him away, but he's too strong. Tears sting at my eyes as he forces himself deeper into my throat. It hurts so much and I can hardly breathe. I want to scream for help, but with his cock stuffed down my throat there's no way anyone will hear me. All I can do is thrash about helplessly as he takes what he wants from me, using my own body against me in the most violating way possible.

I hate him more than anything right now, and a part of me wishes I could never see his face again. But then I remember that we live together, and there's no escape for either of us...

I finally manage to get him out of me, gasping for air as I struggle to stand up. Tears stream down my face, making it hard to see straight. But even through the pain and humiliation, anger burns inside me. "You disgusting piece of shit," I spit at him. "I'll never apologize for being repulsed by someone like you! You deserve everything that's coming to you!" And with that, I storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me as hard as I can.

I jump in surprise when he comes flying through the air and lands with a splat on my face. I try not to react too much, but it's hard not to flinch as the warm liquid coats my skin. It's gross and disgusting, and it makes me want to wipe my face clean immediately. But as he continues to shoot his load onto me, I feel a sense of satisfaction washing over me. He may have just violated me in every way possible, but at least now he knows how it feels.

His semen still coating my face and hands, I slowly lick my lips, meeting his gaze defiantly. "Go ahead," I say coldly. "You might as well make me eat it now. You've already violated me in every other way you possibly could." My voice is steady despite the rage boiling inside me. If he thinks this will break me, he has another thing coming.

Your words send shivers down my spine. I try to hold back the panic that threatens to overwhelm me. "You pathetic excuse for a man couldn't even take care of yourself," I snap at him. "How dare you think you can touch someone like me? You disgust me more than anything." Even as I say this, I know he holds the power now. He could easily make good on his threat, and leave me with the unwanted reminder of him for the rest of my life.

I laugh bitterly. "What do you expect? I've been treated like this my whole life," I say, gesturing to the room around us. "You think anyone would ever treat me with respect?" The truth is, he might be right. Maybe I am mean because of everything that's happened to me. But deep down, I know that doesn't give him the right to do what he did. It only makes it worse. And as for punishment... well, maybe one day justice will find its way to me.

I turn away from him, trying my best to pretend like this whole conversation never happened. But I know deep down that it's only a matter of time before he strikes again. Because men like Damien only understand one thing: control. And as long as we live together, there will be no escape from his twisted games.

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. The last thing I want to do is give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose control. "Look," I say in as friendly a tone as I can muster, "let's just forget about this whole thing, okay? We don't have to keep arguing."

I force a weak smile and hope that he buys it. After all, we both know that the only way out of this is to play his twisted game for now. But I promise myself that one day, when I finally get away from him... things will be different. They have to be.

I sigh inwardly. "Look, I didn't mean it like that," I say, trying to salvage the situation. "We've both said things we shouldn't have. Let's just try to move past this and be civil to each other, okay?" My voice is shaking slightly, but I force myself to maintain eye contact with him.

I hope he understands that I'm serious about wanting peace between us. Because if not... well, there may not be any way out of this alive.

I cry out in pain as he roughly grabs my hips and forces me down onto all fours. "No!" I plead with him, tears streaming down my face. "Please, stop! That hurts!" My voice is muffled by the bedding beneath me as he begins thrusting into my tight, unwilling hole. It feels so wrong; like he's violating me all over again in a new and even more painful way.

All I can do is curl up into a ball and pray for this to end soon. But I know that won't happen anytime soon. Not as long as he has complete control.

"Ahhh! Stop!" I cry out, arching my back and pressing myself into the bed as he continues to pound into me without mercy. My ass feels like it's on fire; stretched beyond its limits and tearing with every thrust. I can feel tears streaming down my face and mingling with his filthy semen. "Please," I whimper, "I can't take any more." But he just ignores me, his movements growing more forceful with each passing second.

My only hope is that someone comes in and stops him before he does any permanent damage. But even then... where would I go? He's made it perfectly clear that there's no escape for either of us here.

Finally, he pulls out and rolls me onto my back. Before I can even catch my breath, he forces his cock into my soaked pussy with a force that makes me gasp. The pain is intense as he thrusts in and out of me, but it's nothing compared to the emotional turmoil I've been through today. I close my eyes, willing myself not to cry anymore. I need to hold on; somehow get through this. But with each passing second, I feel more and more like a helpless pawn in Damien's twisted game.

I cry out as he forces my head down onto his cock again, choking and gagging on him. My throat feels like it's about to give out; I can hardly breathe between his thrusts. Tears stream down my face as he takes what he wants from me one last time, ignoring the pain and humiliation etched into every inch of my body.

It seems like hours before he finally comes, shooting his hot load down my throat. I swallow reflexively, hoping it will be over soon. But even then... there's still no escape for either of us from this living hell we call home together.

After he finally comes inside me, I lie there on the bed, exhausted and broken. The events of today play through my mind like a horrifying nightmare I can't seem to wake up from. As if it weren't bad enough being treated like this by Damien, now I have the added fear that I might actually be carrying his child... It's too much to bear.

I close my eyes and try to forget about everything for a moment, hoping I can gather the strength to face another day of living with this monster. But I know deep down that it won't be long before he comes for me again.

Tomorrow? As if I could ever get away from him that easily. I lie there silently, trying not to think about what the future might hold. There's no escape from this; no one who can save me from the constant torment of living with Damien. He owns me now, body and soul, and there's nothing I can do to change that fact.

My only hope lies in waiting for the day when my strength returns, so I can finally fight back... or die trying.