Continues....

(Absolute warning of smut with nonconsent S*x) read if you must

As she sat in the room, tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't believe this was her life now. She was married to a man she didn't know, who treated her like property.

She cried silently, her shoulders trembling with each sob. He strode into the room, his expression dark and intense. He saw her sitting on the bed, crying.

"You're crying again." He said, his voice lacking any sympathy. She rubbed her face.

He walked towards her, stopping a few feet away.

"You need to stop crying so much." He said, his voice firm. "It's irritating.

"Why are you here now? Go eat your food," she protested

He rolled his eyes at her response.

"Don't tell me what to do." He said, a hint of anger in his voice.

He took a step closer to her, towering over her. "I came here to talk."Talk about what? That I disrespected your parents?" he clenches his jaw, his anger building.

"Yes, exactly that." He said, his voice growing sharper.

He takes another step closer to her, now only a few inches away.

"You had no right to speak to my parents that way."

"And they have all right to be unbothered by their doing", she asked

He felt a flash of anger at her words.

"Don't blame them for this." He said, his voice gruff."You should be more grateful. This marriage was arranged to strengthen the alliance between our families."

He paused for a moment, studying her face.

"And here you stand, tears rolling down your face like a child.

'What about my life?' she trembled, her voice laden with despair."

He released a sharp, guttural laugh, the sound echoing with an unsettling edge. "Your life? This is your existence now," he declared, his voice low and commanding. "You are my wife. You are mine, and you belong to me."

He takes another step towards her, towering over her once more.

"You need to start accepting that." He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her up from the bed.

"Listen to me." He said, his voice firmer. "I've had enough of your defiance."

He drew her nearer, their bodies nearly entwined. As he gazed down at her, his eyes were a storm of fury and longing. The warmth emanating from her skin sent his heart racing, igniting a tension that enveloped them both.

"You must realise that I hold the authority in this marriage," he declared, his voice deepening with intensity. He removed her saree roughly before she could say anything. His eyes roamed over her body again as he removed her saree. He could feel himself getting more and more aroused, but he tried to keep his composure.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire, as if each word were a tender caress. "What are you doing?" she questioned, her body shifting restlessly beneath his gaze. He tightened his grip on her wrists, his fingers warm and possessive, refusing to let her slip away from him. The air around them crackled with tension, electric and intoxicating, drawing them closer in an unspoken string.

"Don't move." He commanded, his voice firm.

He took a step back, his eyes roaming over her body again.

"You're mine now," he said, his voice filled with possessiveness.

Soon enough, he pulled her onto the bed, both naked. She feared that it was going to be torturous again; he hovered over her, not waiting a second. Before he started thrusting in her, letting out a low moan as he entered her. His grip on her was tight.

"Please, I'm still sore," she desperately begged for even the smallest measure of comfort.. He heard her desperate plea, a haunting echo that tugged at his heartstrings, stirring a deep sense of guilt within him. Yet, the allure of his insatiable desire surged like a wildfire, consuming all rational thought. Despite the turmoil wrestling inside him, he found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull of temptation.

"You'll find a way to adapt," he muttered, his voice rough and low, laced with an edge of frustration that cut through the air. His grip on her wrist was unyielding, the pressure snapping a couple of delicate bangles—each one shattering like glass and cascading small fragments of colour around them. The tension in his jaw was a stark contrast to the fragile gleam of the remaining jewellery.

He was so deeply immersed in the moment that the shattering of the bangle went unnoticed. The sound echoed through the room, but it didn't matter to him. He continued to hold her wrists tightly; his grip was almost painfully strong.

"You're mine," he said again, his voice almost a growl. His movements became rougher, nearly animalistic, as he felt himself losing control to his desire.

He repeated, his voice harsh. "All mine."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck.

"Say it." He commanded. "Say you belong to me." "Noo,nghh", his grip on her wrists tightened at her refusal.

"Don't defy me," he said, his voice low. "You must learn to obey me."

He inched closer, his breath warm against her skin as their faces hovered just inches apart. His intense gaze locked onto hers, filled with a mix of urgency and longing. "Now say it," he urged, his voice low and almost a whisper. "Tell me you belong to me."

"Never ahhh!" she screamed, her voice a mix of defiance and fear, echoing in the charged silence of moans. Anger flashed in his eyes at her refusal. He was getting tired of her defiance.

"You really are a stubborn one." He said, his voice harsh.

He released one of her wrists and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"You will submit to me one way or another." He said, his grip on her chin tight.

He let out low moans as he moved faster, his breathing becoming heavier.

She found herself in a whirlwind of confusion, torn between embracing the pleasure and labelling it as a form of torture.

He could feel himself losing control, and he was loving it.

"You're mine." He said again. "Say it." He commanded through gritted teeth.

His grip on her chin was almost painful now, and he was sure he was leaving marks.

He could hear her whimpers, and it only fueled his desire even more.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

He paused for a moment before letting go of her chin and grabbing her hips instead.

"Say it," he urged, his gaze intensely fixed on hers. "Tell me you're mine."

"Not a single moment in my life will I belong to you," she gasped, her defiance clear.

His face was shadowed with frustration at her bold reply.

"That's it." He said, his voice firmer.

He suddenly flipped her over so that she was now on her stomach.

"You need a lesson on submission."

He moved from behind. He could feel himself getting even more aroused as he moved from behind her. She cried in pain, and something more, something so fearful.

His voice was a low growl.

He placed a hand on her lower back, pushing her down, making her arch her back slightly.

"Now, say it." He commanded again, his grip tightening. "Or I'll have to make you."

"Ahh, it hurts", she winced in pain. He could feel her struggle beneath him, his grip on her tightening.

"You're not being very cooperative." He said, his voice stern.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back.

"All you have to do is say the words, and I'll set you free," he said again, his tone more resolute. "Just tell me that you belong to me."

"Nooo ahhhh", she refuses, no matter what. His expression darkened at her refusal.

"You're not making this easy for yourself."

He pulled back from her, releasing his grip on her for a moment.

"I'm going to ask you one last time," he said, his voice a slow, menacing growl that lingered in the air like a storm brewing on the horizon. "Who do you belong to?"

She met his gaze with defiance, her eyes blazing with a fierce resolve. "No one," she spat, the words sharp and venomous as they sliced through the tension. The corners of his mouth twisted into a grimace, his expression darkening further as shadows danced across his features, revealing the depths of his anger.

"You're really testing me, aren't you?"

He leaned back over her, his body pressed against hers again.

"You're being quite the little troublemaker," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, a hint of frustration lacing his tone. His movements were urgent and unyielding; he was on the brink of losing control. He grabbed her wrists again, holding them tightly.

"You truly have no idea when to back down, do you?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

He leaned in close again and pressed his chest against her back. He could feel the warmth of her back.

"You're mine," he declared once more, his voice now laced with an unwavering intensity. "You will always belong to me." The weight of his words hung in the air, a possessive promise that coursed through the space between them, wrapping her in an undeniable bond.

"Today he chained her; tomorrow, she would bring him to his knees."

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Who is the real prisoner — Siya or the Lord himself?

Author's note- I do not promote forced intercourse. Non-consensual sex is a big no, but it's all fiction, so take it like that and enjoy.