Deep love: insatiable lover

Brisa had an unmistakable sense of what was happening.

Since everything had come to light, Roberto no longer used drugs to keep her delirious before conditioning her, but kept her perversely awake and stiffened her to watch her body being humiliated.

He hates it, but he can’t do anything about it.

Each day was tormenting and devastating for her.

His will was constantly breaking and his mental state was deteriorating. And as time went on, even more horrible situations occurred, silently.

-Look, your body already remembers what it feels like to be violated by every accessory. No matter what you pull out, you show a different look of desire, of excitement. You’re starting to like these tools too, aren’t you?

Roberto grinned like a demon from hell tempting to fall, his wild eyes full of frenzy pointing out his abnormality.

-No, I am not.

Brisa’s mouth resisted, but to her horror she discovered that her body even actively desired the tools.

-It’s not me, it’s not me!

Brisa collapsed and screamed as her high hips actually took the initiative to reject the objects in Roberto’s hand. Struggling to escape, but her body was out of control.

He watched as Roberto put something in it.

-Look how your body enjoys it. Baby, you can’t stay away from them. It’s comfortable, isn’t it?

said Roberto with narrowed eyes and an intoxicated look in his eyes.

The more Brisa struggled, the more incredible her excitement became.

Needless to say, it must have been another nip and tuck enough to keep Roberto entertained.

When it was all over, he dropped the tools in his hands, slowly removed his medical gloves and looked coldly at Brisa, who was languishing on the floor.

His white body was now covered with bruises, some of which were broken, red and swollen, and dripping with blood. His face was an unnatural shade of red and his mouth was wide open as he gasped violently.

Despite the desolate appearance of her body, Brisa’s eyes were misty.

It was clear that he was still in a state of inebriation.

Roberto tugged coolly at the corners of his lips, suddenly finding her gaze uninteresting.

Tsk.

It didn’t look like it would be long before he got bored again.

For Roberto, what he enjoyed most was the taming process. Once the pet was tamed and became more than just a wagging tail, he found it boring and uninteresting. At that point, he would find someone to sell the pet after he had tamed it.

The club is full of men who want well-trained pets.

No matter how old they are or what they look like, their hobbies are the same.

Once you have sold the pets that bore you, you will look for a new target and start a new round of taming.

What happens to the pets that are sold is none of your business.

Roberto lit a cigarette and took a slow, deliberate drag, watching the ecstasy in Brisa’s eyes turn to despair and sorrow.

He pursed his lips and crouched down in front of her, looking at her condescendingly.

With mocking eyes, he said.

-What is it like to fall from heaven to hell?

-You are a demon.

Brisa’s voice had become hoarse from shouting.

She looked sharply at Roberto, his coarse voice too unpleasant even for her.

-What a bad behaviour, obviously your body loves it.

Roberto laughed derisively and slowly took the cigarette out of his mouth under Brisa’s furious gaze. The cigarette wandered along Brisa’s white back, dotted with ambiguous marks, as if searching for a suitable place.

Brisa’s body trembles uncontrollably.

It was painfully torturous and exciting at the same time.

-You are a criminal.

Roberto said contemptuously, the cigarette stopped where the nest of Brisa’s waist was. Her lips were coldly curved, her eyes cruel and excited.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

-Ah! That hurts.

The cigarette was pressed hard against Brisa’s waist, the burning pain making her stiffen and hiss in pain. The smell of burning flesh permeated the bedroom and Roberto sniffed loudly in enjoyment.

-My grandfather will never let you go! I’ll make Dylan kill you.

Brisa snarled through gritted teeth, glaring harshly at Roberto with a look full of hatred.

-Dylan? Heh, it’s Dylan Moya, right?

-Hey, now that you know Dylan, hurry up and let me go!

Brisa scoffed and said.

-You’re ridiculous. -So what if it’s Dylan? Would I, Roberto, be afraid of him? Don’t forget who took you last time. Could I take you off Dylan’s hands and still be afraid of him?

Roberto was slightly surprised to learn that Brisa had mentioned Dylan.

He had wondered who the person was who had locked Brisa up earlier, but he hadn’t asked. He had called her and taken her right away, and even now that he knew he had accidentally offended Dylan, he didn’t care.

Dylan was just a businessman, no matter what.

And as he was a businessman, he had nothing to fear.

Roberto got up with little concern, patting the non-existent dust from his body carelessly, and looked at Brisa, who was still on the floor.

-You thought I was going to send you back after hearing Dylan’s name, didn’t you? How naive. Don’t forget I have all your videos in my possession. One day I’ll pick one at random and put it online, and you tell me, what’s going to happen?

-How dare you?

-Why wouldn’t I dare?

Roberto scoffed, glaring at Brisa, who was only pretending.

-It’s something I’ve played with, I don’t know how many men have seen your slutty face. Do you think Dylan cares that you’re dirty? He’d be lucky if he didn’t think you were sick.

Dylan’s status was such that he could not worry about such a woman when there were so many at his disposal.

Besides, he was tired of being willing to change hands.

When Brisa was sold, Roberto didn’t care what happened to her. The important thing was to remain unnoticed and, when the wind died down, he would still be Mr Roberto.

There was nothing to be afraid of.

-Make the most of your stay with me, after all, it may be your last good and happy time.

-What do you mean by that?

Brisa asked, wide-eyed and more nervous than she realised.

-Naturally, you will know when the time comes.

Roberto didn’t bother to talk to her any more and headed for the bathroom. Slowly and methodically, he rinsed his hands with the disinfectant over and over again, not knowing how many times he had to stop before washing them.

After taking out a clean towel and wiping his hands, Roberto left the bathroom and left the bedroom.

As for Brisa on the ground, well, who cares about her.

-Roberto, stop right there! Make it clear, stop!