Chapter 18 ۵ Gag

YARA'S POV

Alejandro's words from last night still echoed in my head. How was I the one not behaving? After all I listened to everything he's said, I looked after Elena, I went to Spain with him, I did everything and still he found a way to hate everything living, breathing inch of me and I didn't know why.

We were going back to England today. I didn't want to set foot in rainy England. It was like my worries were ten times less worrying here in Spain. The warm weather masked the heavy load of anxiety running through me.

I stared at the open suitcase on the bed, half-packed with my clothes, and felt a wave of nausea rise inmy throat.

I rubbed the side of my neck absentmindedly, wincing as my fingers grazed over the hickeys he had forcefu lly given me. All I could think of was the amount of expensive concealer I had to use to cover up the multiples bruises.

I focused on the suitcase again, mechanically folding and packing my clothes. Each garment felt heavier than the last, like I was sinking deeper into a hole I couldn't climb out of.

"Pack faster, cariño (darling)" Alejandro's voice startled me, coming from the doorway. He leaned casually against the frame, watching me with that ever-present smirk. It was weird, when I first met him I'd never seen him smirk or even smile.

Once he didn't get a reply he spoke again "The flight leaves in a few hours"

I stiffened, keeping my back to him. I was letting myself be manipulated by him. I didn't know how to break the cycle. Every time I would try to stand up or do anything it would all just come falling down on me again.

His eyes felt like they were burning into me, but I didn't dare look up. If I did, I knew what I'd see, his arrogance, his confidence, the same twisted sense of satisfaction he always got when I obeyed.

"Can't speak Hm?"

No reply. I was too busy thinking of how shit my life had become to even think of a reply.

"Yara" he said, his voice cold and deathly.

"I'm nearly done" I murmured.

"Good girl" he spoke, stepping into the room. He was too close now, his presence a constant, suffocating weight. He moved behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. The touch was light, almost gentle, but I knew better.

I nodded stiffly, focusing on the suitcase, trying to ignore the feel of his hands on me. "Can I move back to my dorm when we get back?" I asked. I knew he was going to say no but it didn't hurt asking.

A husky chuckle came from him "that depends on you Yara, behave and I'll let you do whatever you want" behave. I rolled my eyes, his idea of me behaving was by me acting like a complete robot and there was no way I was doing that. I mean surely this isn't legal, he can't just keep me with him.

"You know it's not up to you. I have rights and I'm allowed to do what I want" I spoke with a snippet of confidence. There was no point. To him everything coming out of my mouth was a joke.

"You can do as you wish Yara but I doubt your parents would be happy finding out you aren't in my course anymore" so he was going to blackmail me. If I don't listen to him he'll kick me out his course.

"You're a jerk. I hate you, like seriously"

"I know" he venomously smirked at me. His grip tightening slightly on my shoulders. I held my breath, waiting for whatever mood shift might come next. But then, he let go and moved away, his footsteps fading as he left the room.

I exhaled shakily, my heart still racing. There was no escaping this. Not right now. I bit my lip, pushing the thought away for now

By the time the car arrived to take us to the airport, I had steeled myself for the journey ahead. Alejandro was in a good mood this morning, which was rare but even more unsettling because it meant the calm wouldn't last. His good moods always came before the storm.

He held Elena in his arm. She was playing with his tie, ever so innocently, not knowing what her dad was capable of. How cold and heartless he truly was.

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We arrived back at Alejandro's house, and the familiarity of it instantly suffocated me. The towering structure loomed ahead, as cold and imposing as ever. The pristine glass windows, the perfect symmetry, the manicured garden, all of it felt like a prison disguised as luxury. It was the place where Alejandro controlled every part of my life, every decision, and every move I made.

As soon as the driver opened the car door, Alejandro stepped out, holding Elena securely in his arms. She babbled happily, oblivious to the tension that hung between her father and me. I followed them inside, dragging my suitcase behind me. The moment I stepped through the door, the sterile coldness of the house hit me, making me shiver despite the warmth from outside. Everything here was immaculate, too perfect, too precise, and too far from anything that felt like home.

Alejandro handed Elena off to Camila, who had been waiting inside, and she eagerly took her, giving us a brief smile before disappearing down the hallway with the little girl.

"What do you need me for?" My quiet voice spoke, the last thing I wanted to do was upset him by giving myself a fake sense of confidence.

I followed him to wherever he was was going. He headed straight into his office, a reply still not coming out of his mouth. My hand reached up to his shoulder trying to get his attention "Alej-" he stopped in his tracks.

"Don't fucking touch me Yara" he gave an icy cold look, sending shivers down me. So he was allowed to touch me all he wanted and I wasn't even allowed to tap his shoulder. I wanted to say sorry for some reason but I refused myself to give in that easily to the monster in front of me.

He settled into his sleek chair, his posture relaxed, but the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable. I stayed standing, feeling too restless to sit. He lit a cigarette, taking a puff of it, his calculating gaze still remaining.

"What do you mean?" He finally replied. His voice deep and dark.

"I don't get it, you want me as your nanny but Camila does all the work for Elena. I'm basically here for no reason" a look of amusement came over his face.

He smirked "you're right Yara" he stopped to take another puff of his cigarette "you are pretty fucking useless" the cigarette dangled in his mouth.

"Then why am I here?" my voice strained.

"Elena likes you, more than her own mother. She needs you" his voice low and controlled.

"Well then why can't I just go back to my dorm and visit her occasionally?" He started taking off his suit tie  "you want to be away from her that bad" he mused, making me roll my eyes.

"No, I want to be away from you that bad. I love Elena, evidently you're the problem not me" I crossed my arms. I clenched my fists, feeling the familiar frustration bubbling up.

He started unbuttoning his shirt "please, just let me go back to my dorm Alejandro" it looked as if he wasn't listening to me, he was too busy taking off his perfectly white ironed shirt.

"How many times are you going to fucking ask Yara?" He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was clearly annoyed.

"This isn't what I agreed to, Alejandro. I never said I'd stay here indefinitely. I have my own life, you can't just keep on manipulating me like this. Maybe if you'd treat me a bit better I wouldn't hate being here this much"

"Maybe if you'd be a good girl and behave I'd be able to treat you better"

"Please......I'm sorry"

"Sleep with me" his random command caught me off guard.

"W-what? No, I'd rather kill myself than lose my virgi-" he looked at me and huffed.

"You aren't as innocent as you seem you stupid girl" he spoke and that's when I realised he wasn't on about that kind of sleeping. Why am I like this? I mentally face palmed myself, absolutely embarrassed.

"W-well I'm not doing that either" I spoke still trying to recover from the self inflicted embarrassment I felt.

"Not a choice Cariño" of course it's not a choice. Sometimes I forget I'm a prisoner in his home not a human being.

"I thought you hated me" I spoke trying to get even a hint of explanation from him.

"I do Yara" I couldn't help but glaze my eyes over his percent built body, his abs looked sculpted and his tattoos made me shiver. To think this was my professor was beyond shocking.

"You done staring?" He smirked.

Alejandro closed the distance between us in a few quick steps. He towered over me, his presence suffocating as he looked down at me with that cold, controlling gaze.

"You're not a prisoner, Yara" he said softly, though the threat in his voice was unmistakable. He lingered his finger of my jaw, down to my hickey covered neck "But let me be clear, as long as you live under my roof, you follow my rules. You don't get to make the decisions anymore. I do" I bit my lip, my mind racing. He had me cornered, just like always. Every time I tried to assert myself, he found a way to pull me back under his control. "Why are you like this?" I said bitterly.

His lips curled into that familiar, venomous smirk "be in my room before 10pm"

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing alone in the center of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I watched him go, feeling a wave of anger and helplessness wash over me.

Once I was sure he was gone, I sank into one of the chairs, my mind racing. How had my life come to this? I had once been so sure of who I was, of what I wanted. Now, every decision felt like it was being made for me, every move dictated by someone else.

I sat there, heart still pounding from Alejandro's words, his command echoing in my head. l. The power he had over me wasn't just in the words he said, it was in every look, every touch, every time he manipulated my mind into believing I had no way out.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 8pm. Two hours until his twisted "deadline."

A chill ran down my spine. I needed a moment to breathe, to get away from this oppressive house and everything Alejandro represented. The suffocating perfection of his mansion, with its pristine surfaces and cold decor, mirrored how trapped I felt inside my own life.

I stood up quickly, my heart racing as I grabbed my coat. The need for fresh air, for space, overtook my sense of fear. I wasn't running away, not yet, but I needed a break from him, from this suffocating weight pressing down on my chest.

The crisp night air hit me as soon as I stepped outside. The garden was eerily quiet, the lights casting long shadows over the manicured bushes. It was beautiful in a way that felt unnatural, too controlled, too perfect, just like Alejandro.

I walked aimlessly, the cool breeze helping to calm the storm of thoughts in my head.

I found myself at the edge of the property, staring at the massive gates that sealed off Alejandro's world from the rest of the city. The temptation to keep walking, to leave it all behind, was overwhelming. I could call my parents. I could go back to my dorm, pack up, and disappear. But I knew it wasn't that simple.

Just as I turned to head back to the house, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and stared at the screen, Alejandro's name lighting up the display. A lump formed in my throat as I answered, knowing what was coming.

"Where the fuck are you?" His voice was cold, clipped, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Something darker.

"I needed air" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

There was a long pause on the other end, and for a moment, I thought he might hang up. But then his voice came through, low and dangerous "Get back inside. Now"

My chest tightened, a mixture of anger and fear bubbling up inside me. "I'll come back when I'm ready" I shot back, surprised at my own boldness. My heart raced as I waited for his response, the defiance sparking some kind of rebellion inside me.

Silence.

Then, his voice cut through the night like a blade "You have five minutes, Yara. Or I will come and get you myself. And trust me, you won't like how that ends"

I knew better than to test him. His threats weren't empty, they never were. I turned on my heel and walked quickly back to the house, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to calm the fear that had spiked inside me.

When I reached the front door, Alejandro was waiting. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were anything but. Dark and menacing, they watched my every move as I stepped inside, the tension between us crackling in the air like a live wire.

"You think you can just ignore me?" he said softly, dangerously, stepping closer. "You think you can play games with me, Yara?"

I swallowed hard, the defiance I had felt moments ago slipping away under his intense gaze. "I wasn't ignoring you, I-"

Before I could finish, his hand shot out, gripping my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. His touch was firm, bordering on painful, but not enough to make me pull away. "Don't lie to me" he hissed, his voice low and filled with warning.

My breath hitched, my mind racing as I tried to think of a response, but words failed me. His tattooed fingers tightened slightly on my jaw, a reminder of just how easily he could break me if he wanted to.

"You think you can just walk away whenever you feel like it?" he murmured, his lips dangerously close to mine now.

After receiving no reply from me, he signed "go upstairs. I'll deal with you later"

His words sent a mixture of dread and anticipation coursing through me. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, to run. But instead, I nodded, pulling away from his grip and heading toward the stairs.

As I lay back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, the dread that had gnawed at me earlier returned with full force. I didn't know what Alejandro had planned for me. But one thing was certain, I wasn't ready for it.

I stood up, pacing the room, trying to shake the feeling of being caged. The walls felt like they were closing in, and I needed to move, to do something, anything, to break the anxiety threatening to overwhelm me.

But there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

I had made my choice. I had stayed.

There was a knock on the door, soft but commanding. My heart jumped into my throat, and I froze, staring at the handle. This was it. He was here. He didn't wait for a reply before opening the door.

The door opened slowly, and Alejandro stepped inside. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark as they swept over me. He closed the door behind him, the sound of the latch clicking into place unnerving. There was no escaping.

"Do you understand now?"

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening "I understand"

He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek in a way that felt both gentle and possessive.

"Good" he murmured "That's what I wanted to hear"

Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his hand sliding down my lower back, resting a few inches away from my ass.

I stepped back, putting some distance between us, my mind racing "What do you want from me, Alejandro?" I asked, my voice stronger this time. "What is it you really want?"

He watched me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, dark and dangerous. "That's a complex question Yara, but to simplify it........I want to take your innocence and when I'm done you'll be free to go" I felt nauseous, disgusted. It confirmed that all the positive feelings I previously had for him were pointless because to him I was just a body to fuck.

"And what makes you think you'll ever take my innocence. I would never have sex with a man like you. Your personality is vile, why don't you go and find some local stripper to trap in your house?" Anger surged through my veins. His lack of affection made me despise him even more.

"Fuck you. You're sick Alejandro" I said, my voice shaking.

"I know baby......I know" he said caressing my head.

Without another word, Alejandro turned and walked toward the door, his movements deliberate and controlled. As he reached the threshold, he paused, glancing back at me with a smirk that sent a wave of unease through me.

"Give me what I want Yara and I'll let you live your old life" he said, his voice laced with dark promise.

"I'll never give myself to you Alejandro. Never"

"My room 10pm"

And then he was gone.

The room felt colder the moment Alejandro left, but the tension he left behind clung to me, thick and inescapable. My skin still tingled where his fingers had grazed, and the air seemed to hum with the electricity of his presence, even though he was no longer there. I should've felt relieved, should've felt like I'd won some small victory in holding my ground. But instead, I felt a storm brewing inside me, a dangerous, overwhelming mix of anger, confusion, and something much darker, something I didn't want to name.

The clock showed 9:45. Fifteen minutes until his so called deadline. But I wasn't going to wait. I wasn't going to let him dictate when this would happen, or how.

If he thought he could control me, I'd show him just how wrong he was.

I opened the door without knocking, stepping into the darkened room. Alejandro was there, standing by the window, his back turned to me as he stared out into the night. His posture was relaxed, but I could see the tension in the muscles of his shoulders. He blew deep puffs of smoke out into the air, unbothered by who entered his dark room.

I took another step inside, feeling the pull of the moment, the intensity of the energy crackling between us.

"I didn't expect you this early, feeling defiant? " he said, his voice low and smooth, but most of all unbothered.

I stood my ground, not letting how terrified I am of him show "I'm tired of waiting for you to decide when things happen"

Alejandro chuckled softly, still not turning to face me "You think coming here early means you're in control? Is that what this is about?" He chuckled at me mockingly.

I swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. "I want this to stop. Whatever game you're playing, it ends tonight" At that, he finally turned around, his eyes locking onto mine. The intensity in his gaze was like a physical force, pinning me in place.

Alejandro's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, and the air between us crackled with electricity. "This isn't a game" he murmured, his fingers brushing over my thigh, teasing me.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering over my ear as he spoke. "But if you want to play..........we can"

My breathing was heavy and I was sure he could hear my loud heartbeat. He suddenly moved away "the truth is Yara, you'll never walk away from me. Not because you can't, but because you don't want to. Such an obedient little girl, hm" he jeered.

"You really think I don't want to walk away from you? You're a manipulative bastard and my worst fucking nightmare. If i leave you'll only make my life more of a hell"

"Hell? Am I really that bad Yara?" He teased.

"What do you expect Alejandro? You treat me like shit" my voice croaked out the last bit.

"Because you behave like shit"

"Behave like shit? You locked me in a basement because I forgot the way back to your house, how is that fair?" Hot tears were now pricking my eyes. I watched him light a cigarette in an attempt to block out my voice.

"A-and I worked hard to not let any man touch my body. And then y-you come along......and you fucking touch me without my consent. Do you know how shit that made me feel? Do you?" By this point tears were painted all down my cheeks, tears of anger and frustration.

"And now you aren't even fucking listening because you think that low of me. Trust me Alejandro I would give anything to be able to walk away from you" I was a sobbing mess, I cried even more when he had no response to my words.

The one time I speak up to him and instead of listening he lights a cigarette and ignores me.......great!

"I have nothing to say Yara"

I was in disbelief how did he lack this much sympathy. Fine if he has nothing to say then there's no point of me staying in his room and following his stupid orders. I abruptly walked to the door but just as I was about to open it, he spoke.

"Don't" his cold command split through the air.

Rolling my eyes, ignored his order and continued to open the door.

Then suddenly, the door slammed shut, making me flinch. I was caged in my him, his hand was on the door keeping it shut. I could feel my back brushing against his front.

"Turn around" my breath was shaky, I couldn't turn around and face him. My legs physically couldn't move.

When he realised I wasn't responding he forcefully turned me around with his hands.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

"N-no"

"So then why are you leaving?"

"I......." For a second he looked like he was lost, stuck in another dimension. A trance.

He tilted his head slightly, studying me like he was waiting for something. Then, without warning, he slid his thumb against my lips, a slow, deliberate movement.

I froze, my breath hitching in my throat.

I hesitated for a second before parting my lips to say something, but instead I felt the soft brush of his two fingers as they slipped inside of my mouth. The heat of him made me tense, my body rigid as he slowly pushed his fingers just enough to brush the back of my throat.

The involuntary gag reflex hit me hard, my body jerking slightly in response. I tried to pull back, but he didn't let me. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer.

"Relax" he murmured, his voice calm, as if this was all so simple.

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening around his fingers as I tried to steady my breathing. His hand moved slowly, testing my limits, watching how I reacted to every small shift. His fingers pressed deeper, and another wave of nausea hit me, my throat tightening again. I found my hand wrapping around his wrist to give a sense of comfort.

A small, satisfied smile played on his lips, like he enjoyed watching me squirm and gag on his fingers.

I felt like I couldn't breathe properly and my eyes were going watery. I lightly pushed on his smooth, bare chest.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled his fingers back, slow and deliberate. I gasped for air, my chest heaving as I tried to regain control. My pulse pounded in my ears, and I hated how shaky I felt, how vulnerable he'd made me.

His words hung between us, and I clenched my fists, my throat still raw from the sensation.

But I didn't move. I couldn't.

And he knew it.

"You should sleep. You have university in the morning" how did he manage to brush off what happened two seconds ago so easily.

"Uni? You're going to let me go Alejandro? Really?" He smirked at me, amusement and mockery filling his blue orbs.

"Yes, cariño" I smiled at him for what felt like the first time.

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