Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

Immediately, I flung the door to my bedroom open, I bounded right into the bathroom to throw up everything I had just swallowed. It got to a point when I just started dry heaving as I had puked out the entire contents of my stomach.

I burst into tears as the stale odor of my vomit filled the air, coupled with the all-too-familiar taste of Ryan’s cum that was still present on my tongue.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wipe myself off the surface of the earth.

I had given up on everything before it even started.

If I could, I would jump into a lagoon or lay on the railway tracks to leave the world but the thought of my dad, couped up in the hospital bed, and in terrible pain made me reluctantly shrug the decision off.

The monster–Ryan had already paid me for my services, and it wouldn’t be ethical for me to just leave like that.

Even though I doubted he’d even feel bad if I die. The man was clearly heartless, seeing how he had talked to me while he was doing…that to me.

After I was done puking, I slumped down on the floor and buried my face in between my knees as I wept bitterly because I knew Ryan had only shown me the tip of the iceberg that night. I didn’t want to imagine the horrendous act that he’d carry out on me the next time he got into one of his moods.

That was the first time I had seen Ryan act like a senile person, now that I thought of it, I still didn’t know why he had gotten mad at me, and has asked me who my master was when I stepped into his room.

I was too tired and devasted to even think about it.

I swallowed the heavy lump of sadness in my throat as I shuddered when the image of Ryan’s sinister smile appeared in my mind’s eye. To get the thought of everything that happened away from my head, I decided to brush my teeth to remove any traces of Ryan from my body and my mouth.

I frantically brushed my teeth like I was a deranged person, my gums burned with pain as I kept assaulting them with the toothbrush. It was as if something had ticked in my head, it was only when I looked into the mirror and saw how possessed I seemed, brushing like a mad woman that I dropped the toothbrush into the sink.

I cried as I rinsed my mouth clean and put the toothbrush back into its case.

Afterward, I exited the bathroom and stepped out of the room to head over to the kitchen for a glass of water and maybe some snacks.

I tiptoed across the quiet hallway as I inwardly hoped Ryan had fallen asleep because it was obvious that my existence badly irked him. I had gone through the hell that night, and I wasn’t ready for more.

When I saw that the coast was clear, I stealthily meandered down the stairs with my heart almost bursting with anxiety.

The sitting room was so eerily quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

There was no one in sight as the workers had all retired to the worker’s quarters, even the old man who was Ryan’s butler wasn’t there.

I gulped harshly as I made my way to the refrigerator to grab the bottle of water, I was about to pull the refrigerator open when….

“Ophelia,” I heard someone call, and I screamed in fear with my hands crossing my heart as I turned to see who it was.

I sighed in relief when I saw Jason staring at me in confusion.

“You scared me, I thought I was the only one here,” I whined, and his face morphed into a smile.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to,” He said, to which I huffed and nodded.

“Please don’t do that again, don’t sneak up on me like that. I get pretty scared easily,” I chided him, and he nodded obediently like a petulant child who had just gotten scolded by his parents.

“So, why are you in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Do you need me to make you a snack?” He asked, already making his way over to the refrigerator, and I shook my head in negation before I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and showed it to him.

“I can’t sleep,” Jason said after a while as he stared down at his feet.

My hands tightened around the bottle cap as I stared at him, “Oh, why? Did something happen?”

“Yeah. I’m just worried about stuff. A lot of stuff at that. I have my finals in two weeks and my girlfriend broke up with me some days ago. I feel extremely unmotivated to do anything, Ophelia,” Jason complained, and my mouth curved into a sympathetic “oh”.

“I’m sorry about your break up. Take heart and don’t let that ruin you. I thought you said your passion was teaching right?” I made sure, and he nodded in affirmation.

“Then, just think about your passion and you’ll see everything will go fine. Imagine yourself in a couple of years in class, teaching your students and having them look up to you as one of their first role models. You like the vision, don’t you?” I asked, as I watched his lips arch upwards into a smile and he nodded.

“Yeah, I do. Thanks for motivating me, Lia,” He smiled, and I nodded.

“It’s fine. You don’t need to thank me. I’m glad I was able to help,” I beamed back at him, as my worries momentarily evaporated from my mind and I felt at peace.

It felt so warm to be around Jason. And no, it wasn’t the butterflies-in-my-belly sort of warmth. It was a comforting type of warmth.

Like I found him trustworthy enough to be my friend.

“I noticed you didn’t ask me what I came here for while we were talking earlier today,” I stated as I stared into his eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by asking. It’s clear you’re not a worker here, and I know that you’d have told me if you wanted to,” Jason explained, and I felt a stab of guilt in my chest as my breath hitched but I managed to nod to him.

Yeah, Jason was right. Being Ryan’s sex slave wasn’t something worth being proud of nor was it something I could tell anyone.

An awkward silence enveloped the ambiance as my gaze remained rooted to the floor and I nibbled on my lower lip.

I had barely known Jason for a day, and I wasn’t going to start spitting lies to him about my purpose in Ryan’s life. I’d rather remain silent than speaking about it.

“It’s quite late in the night already, so I have to go get some rest before the day breaks,” I cut into the silence to tell Jason.

“Oh, same. Me too. I have an important class to attend in some hours, goodnight,” Jason replied, to which I nodded and smiled at him.

“Goodnight,” I said, and exited the kitchen to head back to my room.

Again, I studied Ryan’s room carefully to check if there was any movement before I swiftly sprinted to my room with my heart almost falling out of my fear in anxiety.

When I creaked my bedroom door and trekked into it, I heaved a sigh of relief as I quickly locked the door before I rested against it with my hands placed against my chest to soothe my throbbing heart.

Afterward, I plopped onto the bed with an exasperated sigh as I set the bottle of water on the nightstand before I slipped under the bed covers.

My eyes remained open as sleep failed to visit me, leaving my horrendous thoughts to assail my mind and keep me awake.

It was around three in the morning that my eyes finally fluttered close and succumbed to the tiredness of the day before.

When next I woke up, it was already midday and I quickly shuffled out of bed to get myself ready for college.

After a month and a half of skipping college to work overtime at the strip club and also tend to my sick dad, I was finally going back to college and I couldn’t be more elated.

I had informed Ava some days ago, and she had happily squealed in excitement.

I had missed attending college so much. Even if I wasn’t studying my desired course, I had somewhat grown attached to it. Sometimes, I even found myself getting enchanted by the course, though deep in my heart, I knew cooking was my true passion.

And honestly, I’d do anything to leave the mansion for some hours to get a breather.

Going to college meant that I would be away from the suffocating atmosphere of Ryan’s mansion, and most importantly, Ryan’s imposing presence.