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  Chapter 17 : Terror

Erwin raised a gun over Freznel's temple. She was horrified and instantly submitted. He moved a little away from her when she submitted.

"W-what are you going to -to-- do with me? "she said breathing fast. She moved her hands with greatest possible strength to free herself, but failed.

" Calm down, baby!" Erwin said as he moved closer towards Freznel. "Just relax... " he whispered in her ears as he slided the gun down her cheeks and then moved it away.

" Move away! " shouted Freznel with irritation.

He raised up his voice and said , " Don't shout! ", and pointed the gun in her direction.

" S-sorry! ", she was helpless. He went near her, and ripped off her clothes harshly.

Freznel was feeling too awkward, and was too embrassed when he did that.

" I never thought you would be so mean! ", she said as tears of hatred glided down her cheeks.

" Oh-oh, Hoh! I am melted! ", he said, making humour of her emotions..." You are talking too much! Shut up! ", He said as he raised up his voice once again.

Erwin licked his palm. Freznel wretched her nose in dislike and complete aversion.

Erwin rubbed his wet palms over her hand, and then slowly moved up to her upper arm.

Freznel started to sweat out of fear. She could not do anything.

She turned her face away. She didn't want to see the face of this mean demon.

Slowly, he touched her stomach and reached for her waist. Though he was raping Freznel, but he was not that cruel to go into her, harshly. He was raping her because he knew she would never agree to unite with him. He loved Freznel, but he also knew very well that the vice versa wasn't true.

Erwin knew that she loved Marldon. This thought made his moves quite harsh at times.

Freznel tried to scream for help, but Erwin immidiately grabbed her mouth with his other hand almost choking her.

He released the chain which tied her back to the pillar, and pushed her to the ground.

She was now lying on the ground, with her hands bolted to the ground above her head. He pushed her legs aggressively on the ground to stop her from kicking him. He ran his tongue forcefully accross her smooth, fair leg, continuing over her stomach, rising up to her neck and paused when he finally reached her lips. He forcefully and desparately kissed on her lips, keeping his hand over her head so that she could not move. After he felt satisfied, he put a cotton ball in her mouth to prevent her from screaming.

He then unfastened her, keeping a strong grip to her hands and made her stand up. He fastened her hands with iron chains and locked them up to the clamps on her both the sides.

He then removed his shirt and lowers. He teased her every body part, and finally united with her body.

When his pleasure was fulfilled, he unfastened only her right hand and gave her clothes to wear again. She struggled hard, but was finally able to put it on, using only one hand. As soon as she covered her body, he re-fastened her right hand with the iron shackles, and again chained her in the same position, with her back tied to the pillar and her hands bolted to the ground, legs stretched free.

He left her alone with the darkness, and walked angrily out of the room. She felt terror from Erwin.

Freznel spat the cotton ball forcefully on the ground. She breathed hard. She could not control her tears, and her body grieved with pain. She went into depresssion after this incident. She would remain lost for most of the time of the day after this incident.