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Lay On The Bed
Brigitta returned to Ragnar Marshall’s house and on getting to her room, she began to pack her luggage. She packed her luggage and set it by a corner of the room, waiting for 9PM to clock.
Then she placed a video call across to Nikolai and once he answered, she began to have conversations with him and the kids, promising the kids that she would be with them this night.
She planned on picking the kids up at Nikolai’s place and then escaping the city with the help of her godfather. She was surprised that Ivan didn’t call her to cook today but it’s nothing to worry about since she only gets to cook for Ragnar Marshall once a while.
But Brigitta can’t deny the fact that she’s scared eventhough her protection had been promised by her godfather. 9PM clocked in no time and she sauntered outside, she looked from the exit of her room to the left and right to be sure everywhere was quiet. Indeed, it was all quiet and there was no sign of anyone.
But what if she was going and the butler suddenly appeared? Well, she just have to try. She went back inside the room and carried her luggage then walked out. She soon got to the main exit door, she opened it slowly and stepped out carefully. To her greatest surprise, there were security men standing at alert around the house. A few even had their stern eyes on her as soon as she appeared. But none of the security men said a word.
She was perturbed. Why did security men suddenly came over here? In all her stays here, she had never seen any security man come here. Was something happening here that she didn’t know of?
Well, she wasn’t a prisoner and can surely leave whenever she wants to. She proceeded and began to move to the main gate of the house but two of the security men stood before her, blocking her from moving.
“What’s the matter? I’m the wife of Ragnar Marshall, I have somewhere to go.”
However, the men remained mute.
“Let me go,” she said again, not understandig why the men were mute. She excused them and wanted to pass the left to continue walking but more security men blocked her way.
Then her phone rang, seeing that the caller ID was her godfather, Miguel Marcola, she answered the call and moved back towards the house, “father, some security men are here and they aren’t ready to let me go.”
“He must have suspected. Just go inside and wait for further instructions. But be rest assured that you are leaving that place today,” he said.
Before she could utter a word, she felt something covered her nose and she passed out at once. On opening her eyes, she found herself in an extremely dark room, she felt cold on her bare back so she quickly stood up, that was when she realized that she was laid on the bare floor.
Frightened to the gut, she looked around but couldn’t see a thing, she couldn’t even tell if she was blind or not. On touching her body, she realized she was only wearing a bra and a pant. Fear gripped her heart at the thought of what might have happened. Was she raped? She touched her private part but she didn’t feel any sour nor pain there. The room was a little bit cold.
Who stripped her naked and brought her here?
After trying to figure out how the room looks for a long time, she got tired and sat with her butt to the floor, awaiting her fate. All of a sudden, she heard a creak of the door and she immediately stood and covered her body with her hands.
Then the light suddenly came up and the door got shut. Seeing the familiar figure before her, she furrowed her brow in shock. “Mr. Ragnar…” She called, feeling embarrassed before him as she was half naked. All her thighs are exposed, her cleavage and her belly were. She felt so shameful. Was he the one that kept her here?
He took a step forward, standing gallantly, his dark expression set on her and he said, “I told you not to make an attempt to escape.”
“Yes you did… I’m so sorry,!” She quickly apologized. Her hands still curled around her.
“He is your godfather!” He said. “Miguel Marcola.”
“Yes… Please don’t hurt me,” Brigitta remembered Miguel telling her that she needs to leave Ragnar’s place so she wouldn’t suffer the consequences of the beef between Ragnar and Miguel.
He hummed and walked closer to her, he halted when he was just an arms length to her and said, “All your godfather’s men were executed today but somehow, he managed to escape.”
He quickly added, “since he’s no where to be found, you will pay on his behalf.”
“I don’t have money, Mr. Ragnar plus I’m your wife. Please don’t be cruel to me…” She begged earnesly.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“Money?” Ragnar Marshall believed the woman before him is so ridiculous. How could she think he meant money?
“Everything your godfather did to me, I’ll do it to you until the day I find him. You even disobeyed me by trying to escape again.” Then he closed up the gap between them.
He grabbed her two wrist with one hand and slammed it to the top of her head. That way, her two hands were up and knitted together by his hand while she looked up at him in fear, “Mr. Ragnar, I am innocent of whatever my godfather did to you.”
He slapped her cleavage with his second hand and she moaned in pain, he dragged her bra down forcefully and she felt pain as he did, seeing her two breasts exposed made her shut her eyes as if trying to avoid shame. He was her husband, yes, but their relationship hadn’t reached this level yet.
He held her left nipples and pinched it hard, she let out a loud scream and tears immediately filled her eyes, “please…”
He ignored her and pinched the second nipple in a very hard way, her nipples turned red and sour immediately, tears streaming down her face.
He let go of her arms and commanded, “lay on the bed.”