18+ Mature only
( Who's a bitch?)

Sadia opens her door. Finally I'm home, She thought to herself. Tired and a bit irritated about the deadlines, She was greeted by her friend, Rachie.
" Hey Sadia, I bet you're glad you're home."

Rachie smiles and pulls her in. Sadia rolls her eyes.
Entering the living room, She sees Dussen, texting on his phone and Carven, Lounging on the sofa with a bottle of liquor.

She just got back from work to people in her sanctuary? She turns to Rachie, Arms crossed, Tensed.
" You brought guest here, as I see. Couldn't wait, much?" Sadia snorted.

" Misery loves company. Just helping you out with that, Sad Sadi." Rachie smiles back.

" Can you please stop arguing... This is annoying trying to text around here..."
Dussen huffed, Irritated.

Sadia turns and walks to him.
" Hold it! You're in my house, and you're upset That I am making a ruckus where I live?!" Sadia shouted.
Dussen rolled his eyes.
" I don't need a lecture, mom." he chuckled.
Sadia scoffed.
" That's great that I'm not..." Sadia sighed.

" Just relax. You've gotten back from work and you're worried about school. You shouldn't have to worry about it." Rachie comforted her, understanding Sadia's feelings currently. Sadia finally sat down in a chair.

Sadia nodded, staring at the floor.
" Yeah... I kinda was thinking of my project too..." She admitted.

Rachie smiles sweetly.
" I can help you with it... What's it about?" She asked, kindly.

Sadia turned to her.
"It's something about science... An evolution theory about Natural selection."

" Like a strong vs Stronger traits thing? That kind of shit? Right? "
Rachie asked.
...
Carven stares intently at Rachie after she asks her questions.
Feeling watched, Rachie turns to Him.

" What are you staring at? What did I say wrong?" She asked, Angrily.

Carven smiles a wick smile.

Sensing tension, Sadia stands up, walking towards the stairs.
" I'm going to sleep upstairs.... We can discuss the project tomorrow, Rachie."

" Ok. Good night." Rachie called out.

Dussen also felt out of place.
" Yeah, I'll come over tomorrow, Good night." Dussen left the house, a little bit jealous.
...
Rachie glared at Carven. He smiles back in return.

" What was all that about? I was just asking about the project." Rachie said.

" We're the only ones in the room. Why don't you just come over and sit next to me... We're just talking." He pat the couch cushion next to him.

" I'd rather just sit in this chair... Seriously." She replied.

"Sit down with me and let's talk. A conversation about what I meant. I don't want to get aggressive." He said, calmly, sipping alcohol from his bottle.

No. I'm not getting anywhere close to you. Stay over there. I'll talk with distance." Rachie said, denying his offer.

Carven stands up and steps towards her, with his liquor bottle. He stood in front of her, finally.
" Damn whatever you say. " He grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the chair, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Kissing her hard, He forced his tongue down her throat, Pulling her hair and swirled his tongue around her mouth once more and finished with a taste of alcohol.

She gasped at his intense actions.

As soon as he finished kissing her, He carried her to the couch. A few inches away, He throws her on the couch.
" What are you doing?" She sighed, catching her breath. She wasn't expecting him to Kiss her and then carry her to the couch with ease. Wasn't he drinking before?

" W-why are you doing this? What did I do?" She panted.
He walked up to her, smiling.

" Now Let's talk." Carven said.

" You .. Controlling bastard! Why.." She stammered, struggling to talk.

" You're talking to a leader of The Slicers, little bitch. You have no control over this situation." He declared.

" You have no control over me, Bastard." She huffed.

Carven slid off his belt and wrapped it around her neck. She gasped, surprised.

" Do you still believe that? You still believe that you have control over me? Little bitch." He said, assertively.

" I'm not a bit-"

He pulled the belt buckle tighter, and it slid much closer to her throat.
She gasped, asphyxiating from the tightness of the belt. As her mouth was opened, He mashed his mouth on hers, Raveling his tongue around her mouth, Swirling alcohol taste in her mouth.

He pulled back, along with the belt still wrapped around his hand, Tightening it.

" I'm sorry, What were you saying, little Bitch? Your leash is on a little too tight now." He asked.

She growled at him. He smirked, naughtily.

" Bastard really thinks he's in control... Fuck you, Carven." Rachie snarled at him.

" Keep it up little bitch and I'll ride the fuck out of you with a bottle of Liquor in your damn throat. " He growled, darkly.

Rachie scoffed.
" You're really a controlling bastard. As I said before. Fuck you and yourself entirely, Carven." She snapped.

Carven yanked the belt hard, Pulling her off the couch, to the floor, on all fours. While on all fours, Carven removed the belt from her neck.

It was a relief to have him take it off. He wasn't doing her no favors though. Why was he removing it? Wasn't that her leash?

*SNAP*

Before she could say anything else, She felt a sharp sensation across her ass.
The stinging was filled with heat.

*SNAP*

The second one impacted her to fall on her stomach. She couldn't get up. That lash really burned. Like it really hurted.

*SNAP*

This lash made her not want to move. Or get up. She cried out, still catching her breath.
That lash really made her flinched.

" Had enough yet little bitch, or should I pull down your panties for the next lash?" He asked, Raising the belt again, Threateningly.

" Okay, okay... I'm sorry..." She gasped in pain. She didn't believe she could get up to escape him.

He took a pocket knife from his back pocket. Then started to rip away her shirt and jeans with ease, climbed on top of her then picked up the liquor bottle.

" Now, Who's a bitch?"

























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