Chapter 3

• JUDY’S POV
• “Look what you made me do, Judy…”
• I stood there in my room, feeling utterly humiliated, my heart heavy with emotions I could not quite place. The tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was so angry, and yet there was a deep ache in my chest I could not ignore.
• My hands trembled as I clutched my thighs, trying desperately to keep myself together. How had everything gotten so messed up?
• “Chris…”
• I called out trying to turn, but he restrained my movement. He held me by the nape of the neck and pushed me gently against the wall. At least, he did not shove me into the wall hurting my face. The warm concrete against his cold demeanour made my stomach churn.
• “You want to look at me, Judy?”
• I stayed quiet.
• “Answer me!”
• “Y-yes.”
• I had no idea why I said that but I regretted instantly.
• Now, as I stood in front of him, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. His cold eyes pierced through me, filled with a level of disdain I had not seen before. His anger was sharp, a jagged edge that cut deeper than I ever imagined it could. How had we gone from being inseparable to this?
• It was not the marks themselves that caused the burning shame to spread through me. No, it was the way he looked at me, as though this was something I deserved.
• There was no empathy, no understanding in his expression—just a cold, calculated assessment. I could not bear it.
• He stepped back, his gaze scanning me with a clinical detachment.
• “Now enough! Turn your ass to me!”
• He twirled me quite violently and I found myself facing the wall yet again. I could feel his eyes lingering for a moment longer on the faint red marks on my skin left by his belt.
• However, he gently touched the bruise, as if some unseen force had taken hold of him, shifting from his fiery anger to a surprising tenderness.
• All of a sudden, I felt his finger slide into my panties making its way to my vaginal entrance.
• “No! Chris! Please, no!”
• Even though I was scared of him or what he might do to me, I could not let him know my secret. I never wanted Chris in this way; I had always dreamt about him making love to me. What he was doing to me was not love, but something demonic. It felt more like a ritual before getting sacrificed.
• Chris was quite brawny and his finger was big compared to my petite stature and feeling his finger at my entrance made me panic. I was a virgin and to be honest, I had preserved myself for him.
• “Chris… Please, let me go.”
• Unfortunately, he paid no heed to my pleas. Instead, he inserted one of his fingers inside.
• “You’re such a fucking slut! Look how wet you’re and you want me to let you go?”
• Gosh! He found out my secret and now I was more shameful than before. I sensed that my body was betraying me and instead of me having control over it, it had given the power to Chris.
• But why was he calling me a slut?
• “Please… Don’t…”
• The more I protested, the more he increased the speed of his finger playing with my clit, urging me to come for him.
• “I’m not leaving until you cum for me, slutty Judy.”
• How dare he call me that? What did he say? Cum for him?
• “No, Chris. Please, let me go.”
• “I can let you and your family leave this very instant if you want to disobey me!”
• I felt more pressure inside as if, he was determined to hurt me if ever I refused to comply. He was so serious that I had to obey him. I could not believe that he was blackmailing me in this manner.
• “I want you to cum for me, slutty Judy.”
• This time, he was not harsh, but thrust his finger in a pleasurable manner. First pain, and now pleasure. What game was he playing? I closed my eyes and I could feel the tears burning my eyes.
• However, now my mouth was betraying me. None of my body parts was cooperating with me. A moan escaped from my mouth as I felt Chris’ cold finger arousing every inch of me.
• At that instant, he removed his finger before I could come and just when I thought this nightmare was over, he wet his finger and brought it to my pussy, doing his best to make me cum. The wet finger was a bigger torture, yet so pleasurable.
• “Come for me, slutty Judy.”
• I could not do it instantly. Whenever he would call me a slut, that was the time I would not be able to bring myself to do as he wished.
• It seemed that he could sense my retraction.
• “Think of your family! I don’t have time to waste like this, slutty Judy.”
• This time, his tone carried a sense of impatience and authority. I had to do it fast and get away from him as soon as possible.
• In no time, I cummed on his finger. While it was a great release for me, I regretted coming for him while he was shaming me.
• “Good bitch!”
• Then he removed his finger, grabbed the tissue from bedside table and wiped all of my cum.
• “If you weren’t the slut you’re, I would have licked your cum off my finger… But you don’t deserve it, slutty Judy.”
• I turned to him and I could see how satisfied he was bringing me to such a lowly level. While I was catching on my breath, he stood there watching me.
• Suddenly, his voice broke through the silence, sharp and unwavering.
• “Stay away from Jason,” he said, each word striking like a blow.
• His tone was so final, so commanding, as if he had any right to tell me what to do.
• “If I see you with him again, it’ll be worse next time.”
• I stood frozen, the weight of his words crashing down on me. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I felt like I could not breathe. What was happening to him?
• His words hung in the air, harsh and unforgiving. It was as if a different person stood before me, someone I didn’t recognise.
• I opened my mouth to speak, to ask him why he was doing this, to demand an explanation. But the words wouldn’t come. My throat closed up, and I felt like I was suffocating in the space between us.
• Chris was taking great pleasure in my discomfort, in my pain. The thought of it made the tears burn even more, yet I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not now.
• Ultimately, he left the room without looking back at me. While it was such a relief, his hurtful words still bothered me. Immediately, I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself washing the humiliation. Even water could do no good to me.
• Every time I would touch myself, it would remind me of Chris’ mortifying behaviour would make me shiver. Even the tears wouldn’t stop.
• Finally, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts racing.
• I could not imagine what would have happened if I had refused his command. My father who had been working so hard would have lost everything in one shot. Anyone getting fired from Chris Stanley would have no chance to work anywhere.
• How about our education and our dreams? Chris very well knew that if he would kick us out, neither me nor my sister would be able to complete our studies and fulfil our dreams.
• As I tried to make sense of it, I could not help but wonder what had changed him. Then, my mind inevitably went to Jason. I had never imagined Chris would react this way to me spending time with him. It was supposed to be innocent—just a dance, a simple evening—but Chris had turned it into something far more.
• The person I had trusted most in the world had become a shadow, and I was not sure how to reach Chris, if that was even possible anymore.
• Yet, something kept nagging at me. How could I derive any sort of pleasure from the pain he inflicted on me? How can shame bring me pleasure? Was it because Chris had inflicted me with pain and then made me reach my climax.
• Despite he kept calling me slut, I still cummed for him as he wanted. I hated myself for giving in so easily and he got away satisfied with this sadomasochistic behaviour.