Meeting the devil

"I got this for you,Clinton said with a smile on his face.

"Really? It's so beautiful." Beauty smiled; her blue eyes lit up with happiness as she stared at the beautiful lily flower in his hand.

She quickly grasped it from him and sniffed at the scent.

"The scent is charming; I love it." Beauty smiled and kept sniffing the flower. Clinton was busy devouring his eyes with her body and her s*xy pink lips.

"Hold yourself, Clinton," he said inwardly, feeling he could grab her at any time and kiss those cute lips.

"Beauty!!!" Jamai yelled from the door, Beauty flinched, and the flower fell out of her hands in fear.

It was her cousin, her wicked cousin, who made her life a living hell, along with her aunt.

Jamai marched to both of them and grabbed Beauty's arm tightly.

" Ouch!" Beauty moaned painfully; she was crushing her bones with the way she held her.

"My love", Clinton smiled and kissed Jamai, who was staring daggers at him.

"I came to see you", Clinton lied.

"Oh, really, or are you here to see my cousin? Well, we will talk at your house", Jamai said, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Let's go," Jamai sneered, and dragged Beauty to the house.

"Fuck!" Clinton scowled and scratched his hair.

They reached inside, and the first thing was a hard slap that hit Beauty's face and landed her on the floor.

"Ah!" Beauty gasped and held her cheek in pain.

"Flirting with my boyfriend because you think you are beautiful and all, but you are mistaken, I'm going to beat that stup*d thought out of your head!" Jamai yelled. 

"I'm sorry, Jamai; it won't happen again; please don't hit me." Beauty cried; her face turned red and watered with tears.

"Then get your ass to work and go wash all my clothes," Jamai yelled, making her shiver.

"Yes, ma," Beauty said, bowing her head before standing.

She rushed quickly to Jamai's room.

"Piece of trash," Jamai said with jealousy, and she dusted her palms.

***

Black Hearts Clan***

(Lord Reuben's suite)

Reuben is seated in front of his computer. It is easy to admire him because of his well-chiseled chin, his slightly pink lips, his visible cheekbones in his face, and the serious and dissatisfied look he has on his face.

"What the fuck happened to the spy?" Reuben asked in his hoarse voice, which echoed in the room.

"My lord, it wasn't our fault; he said he was going to ease himself, but he ended up outsmarting us," the guard replied, shaking vigorously. He had sweat dripping from his body.

Reuben's face hardened. He faced him and sprang up.

"You let a spy escape, a spy that could lead us to Boss Cruiz; that was our only f**king lead, and you guys screwed up," Reuben said in a rather calm but cold voice.

"Fine, those guards on duty at that time should gather in the torture house," Reuben ordered.

"Yes, sir," the latter replied and scurried out of the room.

Reuben sneered and took a cigarette, which he lit, then grabbed his gun. He immediately left the room.

****

Torture House ***

Reuben reached there and saw ten guards on their knees.

"You're all disappointment and a waste of our training", Reuben said in a hoarse voice, smoking.

"We are sorry, master," they chorused fearfully.

"I'm sorry too", he said sarcastically, and he killed the first guard who came into his room by shooting his head.

He shot each and every one of them dead; the other guards around were shaken.

"Discard them," Reuben said emotionlessly, and he walked out of the torture house.

Lord Milan's Room

Milan is lying naked on the king-sized bed with Gianna after fucking her.

"Lord Milan," Gianna called softly, her head on his chest as she drew invisible lines on his hairy chest.

"What is it?" Milan asked coldly. He pouted his lips and closed his eyes, trying hard not to lose his temper.

"I need" 

"Some money, that's all you ask for!" Milan raised his voice and pushed her off his chest before sitting up.

"But my lord" 

"It's better you keep shut before I cut off your tongue; your demands are getting outrageous," Milan yelled, and she flinched.

He grasped his gun from the top of the drawer and toiled it like a toy.

"It's urgent," Gianna said, and he pointed the gun at her.

"Leave my room," he ordered.

She bowed and slowly climbed down the bed. She started getting dressed.

"I'm saving my money for only one thing, and that is to ruin Reuben", Milan said inwardly, smirking.

*****

Lord Darian's suite

"Lord!" the poor maid cried. Her asshole had already turned red, and with the force of his large and long dick, he was plunging in and out of her.

"Please. "She wailed as he mercilessly shoved his cock inside her, enjoying every bit of screams and moans she made, her tears wetting the desk.

"Say my name louder, bitch!" He commanded and spanked her red cheeks.

"Lord, please!!" She cried; her pussycat kept hitting against the desk; blood was dripping down her thighs. First he disregarded her, and now this

"Moan to your lord, Darian", Darian ordered with a smile on his face. He was enjoying it.

A knock came on the door that made him pause his thrusting.

"It's your mistress," Ivy said from the door.

Darian had no choice but to pull out harshly from the maid, who landed on the floor gasping.

"What do you want?" He asked and tucked his dickey in his trousers.

He faced her and zipped up, a cute smile on his face, like he had just found a gem. He licked his lips.

"Are you planning to kill all the maids in the mansion?" Ivy asked in a serious tone. She was about Reuben's age.

"Not because you are my father's wife means you can interfere in my affairs. Get the fuck out of my room, please", Darian snarled, brushing his blonde hair with his fingers.

Ivy scoffed and walked to the maid to help her up.

"Rita, let's go wash up," Ivy said, supporting her by standing.

Darian simply smirked and left the room to roam about. He wasn't satisfied yet.

****

Queen of Heart Bar**

Beauty is the star of the night; she's the lead singer of her aunt's bar, and her sweet voice, body, and face bring in customers.

She's seated on the podium, singing Unholy by Sam Smith.

"Mummy doesn't know Daddy's getting hot. At the body shop, doing something unholy," she sang with that enchanting voice of hers.

Lord Milan's eyes were stuck on her; he drove here every night just to watch her sing, and he seemed not to be the only one.

"He's lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh).

He's lucky, lucky, yeah," she continued.

"Yeh, yeh," the backup singers chorused.

*'**

After an hour of singing, Beauty was sent on an errand by her aunt.

She left the bar and was striding there, just for a man to block her path.

"Sorry". She apologized, thinking it was a mere coincidence.

She was about to walk again, but he blocked her path again.

"Excuse me," Beauty said in a low voice, but he blocked her path the third time.

She looked up at this hefty man, and her breath shuddered. This time she tried running, but he grabbed her and carried her on his shoulders.

"Ah, put me down!" Beauty yelled, but Eugene smirked and carried her to a corner.

He dropped her harshly on the floor and crawled onto her.

"Let me go, please," Beauty cried, but he gave a crooked smile instead.

He leaned on her and started kissing her neck.

"Stop! Someone help!" Beauty cried. He only pinned down one of her hands.

Her other hand kept going all over the floor, and then in his pocket, she felt a knife and drew it out. Eugene stopped kissing her and raised himself up. She slashed his face with the knife and pushed him off her.

"Ah!!!" Eugene screamed and held his cut face.

Beauty ran as fast as she could; a car was following her.

"Enter," Milan said, but she didn't listen to him.

Eugene was already giving her a hot pursuit.

"Enter!" Milan yelled, and Beauty stopped running. Eugene was already reaching her.

She entered the car, and Milan drove off.

"You are dead, you bitch!" Eugene yelled in pain.

….. 

Milan was still driving, then suddenly stopped.

"I have an offer for you," he said, and Beauty faced him. The urge to pounce on her increased with that vanilla scent of hers.

"You will be my slave," Milan said.

"I don't understand," Beauty said in confusion.

"You will be my slave for life; be in my clan," Milan said like an order.

"Meaning I won't live with my cruel aunt or cousin anymore," Beauty said, and he nodded.

Beauty pouted her pink lips like a baby.

"I accept," she said, without thinking about it.

"What?" Milan was surprised. She didn't know what she was getting into.

Since I won't be with my aunt and Jamai again", Beauty thought.

"I accept to be your slave for life," Beauty said with a pretty smile.

(Her seduction)

Milan was still gazing at this naive girl, who didn't know the danger she was putting herself in.

"Why do you really want to be a slave?" Milan asked, squinting at her.

"My aunt and cousin always mistreat me; it's terrible living with them. Since my parents died, they've always treated me badly. I don't want to go back," Beauty said, playing with her fingers, her lips pursed and pushed upwards.

Milan cleared his throat.

"Fair enough", Milan smiled and turned on the ignition of the car.

Beauty smiled before releasing a loud sigh.

****

Black Hearts clan

They arrived at the huge mansion in the morning. Beauty was stunned by how huge it was. It looked like a castle or was painted white and looked not too modern, and the area was like a grave, really quiet.

Beauty was lost gazing around.

"Follow me", Milan ordered, and he walked to the mansion.

Beauty strode behind him; a maid opened the huge door, and they walked in. It wasn't a sitting room but a large space, with only a chandelier in the ceiling. Apart from that, there was nothing else in that large space.

Beauty followed Milan till they got to an inner room. It looked different and beautiful. There was a large bed, an arm rest, a lamp, a wardrobe, and a woman sitting on the bed staring at a book.

"Mistress," Milan called, and Ivy looked up.

"My lord," Ivy smiled, and with a bow, she stood.

Milan revealed Beauty, who was standing behind him.

"A new slave", Ivy said, but her smile vanished as she gawked at Beauty. She disliked her almost immediately.

"My name is Beauty," Beauty said.

Ivy was jealous of the maiden standing in front of her; she felt threatened by how beautiful she was, even in her slightly dirty clothes.

"Show her around and teach her about her duties", Milan instructed, and she left the room.

"Yes, my lord," Ivy muttered, glaring at Beauty.

"Follow me," Ivy said, and she walked out of her room. Beauty simply followed her to a chamber.

In that large chamber were a lot of girls. Beauty's jaw dropped.

Ivy suddenly halted her steps and faced her. 

"These are minions, and you are to get along with them; you are to do chores and other activities," Ivy said to her.

"Yes ma'am" Beauty muttered and bowed slightly.

"It's mistress to you," Ivy said with a frown.

Ivy went to another room. Beauty and gave her the slave dress—the dirtiest one. She wanted it to disguise her beauty.

"Freshen up and change."

Beauty went to freshen up; she changed swiftly and came back to her. Ivy's anger multiplied.

"How can she still look so beautiful in this?" Ivy said inwardly, staring at Beauty.

Her hips and curves were displayed in the slave dress, as were her smooth, glistening skin, her sexy and pretty legs, and her hair slightly dripping wet.

"Katie", Ivy called, and Katie rushed out of the kitchen to the dressing room.

"Yes, Mistress," Katie answered with her eyes on the ground. 

"Take this slave to the kitchen and let her do some work; I don't want her lying around", Ivy instructed with a stern face, and she headed out of the room.

"Hi," Katie smiled and waved.

"Hi, I'm Beauty". Beauty smiled broadly.

"The name suits you well," Katie commented.

"Anyways, I'm Katie and your new friend", Katie smiled in a friendly manner.

"Thanks for being kind." Beauty smiled.

"Let's go; we don't want to get in trouble," Laurie said, holding Beauty's hand.

Beauty smiled and allowed her to pull her out of the room.

*****

Lord Ruben's suite

Reuben was smoking the fifth stick of cigarettes and drinking from a tumbler of whiskey.

A knock came on the door, but he didn't bother turning back.

"It's me, Ivy," Ivy said more informally.

"Enter", Reuben ordered, and she obeyed.

He dropped the cigarette on the ashtray and rose to his feet.

Ivy bit her lower lip, staring at his back. She was in love with him; she had loved him since the first day she stepped into this mansion, but he had never noticed her.

"What brings you here?" Reuben questioned. 

Ivy smiled shrewdly and walked to him.

"I have something to say to you," Ivy said, mustering courage.

He faced her slowly.

"So…"

"So, I came to say that I like you and..." Ivy trailed off fearfully.

Reuben smirked and lowered his face to her level.

"You like me," Reuben muttered, his alcohol breathing on her face. It made her shudder.

"Yes." She nodded.

Reuben smiled. She was shocked to see him smile, but it didn't last long.

He grasped her neck and shoved her against his table. The ashtray bounced off and fell to the floor.

"How dare you come to me and tell me nonsense? What do you take me for?" Reuben yelled, choking her.

Ivy held his hands, getting choked.

"I don't eat leftovers; I'm not interested in my father's sex toy, so let that stick in your brain!" He yelled and banged her head on the table.

His green eyes were filled with hate and disgust.

Ivy couldn't talk or breathe anymore; her eyes were slowly shutting.

He threw her on the floor. Ivy coughed boisterously; her eyes were red, and her hands were on her neck.

"Get out of my room", Reuben frowned and sat down.

"Reuben…" Ivy muttered, tears flowing out of her eyes.