Paying the Price

I felt dead tired after Zak exited my body. He supported me and laid me down on the floor on my side as I rested. I vaguely remember that something along these lines happened back then as well. I was exhausted and my pussy hurt and bled so much on that day. I couldn’t walk or move properly for days, and I pretended to be mad at Zak all the time until he felt so guilty. It made me feel bad, so I had to confess that I was just playing with him.

Those were such fond memories…

I must have dozed off for a short while. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a sight that I haven’t seen for many years: Zak’s backside…

I sucked in my breath as panic and fear gripped my mind. Now that it was in front of me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the lines of scars on Zak’s beautiful body. The light combined with the moonlight played on his skin, highlighting the pain and horror behind those scars to me…

“Zak…” I whispered his name, but my mind was already far away…back in the past.

“Natalia! I’m sorry, I thought you were still sleeping…” I heard Zak apologize frantically as he crouched down and cradled my head and upper body in his arms.

“Natalia…stop it. It’s not your fault…Natalia!” I heard Zak’s voice as he tried to call me back and console me but…

No, Zak. It’s all my fault.

…

** A Few Years Ago**

“I’ll have the money wired to your account right away,” Madame Francesca said to a tall man dressed head-to-toe in black.

Wordlessly, the man bowed before leaving Madame Francesca’s study. His job was over, and his work had been delivered.

Now that the man was gone, Madame Francesca firmly tore open the white envelope containing a thick pile of photographs. Slowly she looked closely at all of them, flipping through them one by one. As her eyes scanned the photographs, her face became grimmer and grimmer. The situation was much worse than she had imagined. It seemed that all the warnings she gave to Natalia wasn’t enough to deter her from messing around with her son at all.

The photograph told her everything she needed to know. A picture is worth a thousand words, or so they say. For once what ‘they’ said was correct. The photographs started with the two of them casually chatting. The next phase was them holding hands and then secretly kissing. Then came a series of photos of them hanging out of school and making out. Finally, there were endless photographs showing the two of them having sex in public locations. Most of the photos were unclear and taken from weird angles but it was clearly photos of Natalia having sex with her son.

“You are clearly his son. You inherited all of his bad taste in women…” Madame Francesca hissed as she dialed a number on her phone.

“Bring her here!” She shouted at her phone when the line connected before hanging up immediately.

This will not be the first time that I deal with vermins like her. How dare Zak play with dirt just like how his father used to. Thank God that old fool is now dead, and all his bastard children successfully hidden. If you think that being Lucien’s daughter makes you untouchable, you better think again…

…

This isn’t the first and I doubt that it will be the last time that my step-aunt, Madame Francesca, has secretly called for me to meet her alone and in private. I quietly followed a middle-aged women dressed in black maid clothes. I hated the sight of her because I knew that she would come to see me for one purpose only: to summon me to Madame Francesca. It was always the same maid.

It was a short walk from my mansion to Madame Francesca’s mansion, located right next door.

However, my destination was a small and seemingly abandoned building at the back of the mansion.

The original purpose of the small building was probably for storage, although it was much bigger than a standard storage shed. What everyone, including myself up until recently, didn’t know was that this was where Madame Francesca met with people that she…didn’t really like. I was one of them.

This is my fifth time here and I expected this visit to be like the previous ones. I hid my hand in the side pockets of my dress as I clenched them tight. Drawing in a deep breath, I entered the small building when the maid opened the door for me. As soon as I stepped inside, the door was closed and locked behind me immediately. I was now alone in this forsaken building with Madame Francesca.

“Come in,” Madame Francesca’s chilly voice sounded much louder than real life as her voice echoed in the enclosed space.

I slowly walked into the only room in that building where Madame Francesca sat on an armchair, waiting for my arrival. There was only one armchair in the entire building. It was clear that whoever she invited here didn’t need to take a seat. I stood before her in silence as I waited for what was to come.

“Do you know why you’re here today?” she asked me as her gaze pierced through me. I felt insignificant in front of her, like I was simply air.

“No, Madame Francesca” I replied, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I lied. I knew well why I was here.

“Pray tell me, why did I have to summon you here the first time?” Madame Francesca asked me, her tone icy.

“Because I spoke to Master Zak,” I replied simply with what she expected to hear.

“The second time?” She asked as she smiled a chilly cold smile my way.

“Because I encouraged Master Zak to work as a model,” I replied. Once again, I told her what she wanted to hear even if it wasn’t true. I’ve learnt that saying what she wanted and taking the punishment was the fastest and least painful way out of this.

“The third time?” She continued to interrogate me.

“Because I kissed Master Zak,” I replied, void of emotions.

“The fourth time?” She asked with a challenging smile.

“Because I tried to seduce Master Zak,” I replied without a second thought. We’ve been through this procedure together many times before.

“Seduction…the trick of dirty witches such as your mother and yourself. The rotten apple never falls far from its tree,” Madame Francesca spat as hatred burned in her eyes.

--To be continued…