Hello, salut , salam, shalom, hola. I've just realized that my fans are from all over the world. I'm so happy and excited that his story has reached a worldwide readership. You're my muse guys. I've been busy lately but I'm working on this fiction and on Awkwardness at the same time so be patient. This chapter is my best (so far),I hope you will enjoy it the way I did while writing it.

Previously

"Nice to meet you Heidi" he leaned back to meet her eyes that were fixed on the ground.

"It's Hayley" Hayley was handling the conversation with kid gloves, doing her best not to vex him because she knew she was prone to rudeness when it came to her persecutors. But this one wasn't any regular one.

"I'm Klaus, Friends and family call me nick, my domestics address me by Lord Nicklaus. You however" he placed the back of his hand on her face before he added emotionlessly "will call me Master. Crystal clear?" he was stroking her cheek with his smoldering fingers, conspicuously studying her delicate features. Hayley nodded acquiescently, still unable to control her increasing fear now that he was outlining playfully her bottom lip with his thumb. She closed her eyes in the hopeless aim of escaping his, but how could she escape her fate? Especially a one that was worse than death.

Rebekah was still wearing her sequin dress and black louboutins when she knocked on Klaus' bedroom door with the back of her finger. He didn't show up at their friend's party Marcel and she felt obliged to leave early sing. After all, he should have known better before leaving his room unlocked. No one should forget locking their room in a house where Rebekah Mikaelson resided.

Last time she sneaked into his chamber was a few months ago and she was caught red handed. Things went so bad between the two and he threatened to leave the house for good. Her mother had to intervene to settle their argument. If only he knew she was doing it solely for his own good.

She opened his wardrobe and began to dig into the drawers and the pockets of his fancy suits. Thus far, she hadn't, to her surprise, chanced upon any brow-raising items, until she caught the sight a piece of folded paper behind a small wooden box.

That was the long-sought Aha moment of Rebekah. Her eyes widened with excitement. Now she could finally put her doubts to bed.

She picked the paper quickly and started reading.

"Dear sister,

Keep your well-groomed prying hands out of my things. Maybe it's time you stopped snooping about my room and mind your bloody business.

Your extremely incensed Brother

Klaus Mikaelson "

To say that Rebekah was pissed off was an understatement. She couldn't believe what she read. He literally got her.

Bastard!

She stormed out of the room before placing the disappointing letter exactly where she had found it.

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"Are you a virgin?" Klaus asked with a pronounced lisp, or maybe he was too drunk to articulate properly. She shook her head no and he dimpled down to her.

"Then stop acting like one. Let's get rid of this ugly uniform, shall we?" he spoke as he dropped his hands to the hem of her knee-length black dress. Hayley's body tensed and she unwilling clutched his hands to dismiss his advances. Shocked by her defiance, he pulled away and glared at her disbelievingly.

"Did you actually expect kissing and cuddling or am I misinterpreting the principle of this ceremony?" he mockingly hissed at her as he grabbed her shoulders tightly.

"No I .." she was at loss of words. Hayley had never been susceptible to mockery but his words came across too offensive.

"I was instructed to keep my clothes on, except my panties" she justified self-consciously, simulating an unfazed composure.

"Instructed by whom? The aunts? You don't answer anymore to them, you answer to me now. When I decide to see you naked, you simply obey. Or else! "He smirked and she could pretty much mark time by the rhythmic sound of her heart beats banging into her ear drum. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she felt his grip tightening against her shoulders. He reached to the end of the dress and began to lift it at an agonizing pace, slowly exposing her thighs. She brought them together nervously. His grin widened, amused by the dark pinkish shade that crept up her cheeks. She squawked indignantly when he saw her black panties.

"I haven't even started, raring to go?" he said sardonically, earning an offended glare from her.

No more dilly-dallying.

He lift the dress altogether and threw it on the floor in one swift motion. She was barely recovering from the shock of being totally exposed when he circled his arm abruptly around her tiny waist, catching her completely unawares. She rested her both hands against his chest, obviously revolted by the proximity. If only she had the spunk to pull his loose tie so tight until he choked to death. That could have been the most satisfying way to end this torture. Luckily, she wasn't daft enough to compromise her plan for escape on her first night.

He leaned on and she pulled back again.

She was being stubborn.

Again.

Outraged by her outright defiance, he grabbed a handful of her ass cheek and began to squeeze it tight. Hayley could feel his hardness growing now that her whole body was pressed against his. Their noses nuzzled together before she took her face away, upsetting him even further. His grip on her ass tightened and she could feel his nails sink in her skin as he kneaded her firm glutes. She winced in a pleading tone, urging him to stop.

"it hurts …" she opened her mouth, her perfectly shaped brows creased under his touch and he couldn't take it anymore.

His lips crashed against hers, forcing her to fall on her back on the bed. He landed on top of her. She writhed in all directions when his tongue delved into her mouth, claiming it his hungrily. Her hands still fighting to free themselves from his grip. He was being rough and she knew that the worst was yet to come. She had never been kissed this painfully. His teeth were devouring her lips in the most suffocating way.

"No!" she gasped between his lips and he finally pulled back, his eyes were a canvas of lust, fury and confusion.

"What the fuck is wrong with you" he bawled at the terrorized handmaid, grinding his body against hers.

She looked at him, breathless, still recovering from his assaulting kiss. Her tears began to well up in her eyes and was this close to scream bloody murder.

"I can't, I'm sorry" and that was the last straw that broke the camel's back. She was weeping beneath him and she didn't know what was worse; her being in the middle of a breakdown or him sending scornful look to her as if she was losing her mind.

"I'm afraid I can" he spat, not quite moved by her pleas.

"I'm begging you to let me go this time, I promise I'll be ready tomorrow" She couldn't believe she was soliciting him.

"Sorry you're in no position to make ultimatum. I'm the only one who decides when this starts and when it ends, maid" His words hit her like bricks.

He freed her left hand to unzip his pants and used the other to rip her panties.

"Don't! "She wrestled in panic as she scammed the room for something to hit him with, but nothing was within her reach.

Klaus spread her legs with his and pinned her hands against the mattress, leaving her completely paralyzed. She could feel the tip of his blunt penis positioned at her entrance as he was tearing her bra with his teeth. She didn't know whether his dick was that big or her scare was playing a trick on her, but it felt enormous. He begun to nudge it slowly in her slit and she jerked her head back. Her nostrils flared up and her lips turned crimson red from biting them. He knew he was causing her much pain but couldn't bring himself to stop. He wanted to take her to oblivion, losing himself completely inside of her.

"uhh .. no!" she gasped as she felt his member breaking her tight walls.

He brought his entire body higher until they were facing each other and gave her a deep thrust inside her core, causing her breasts to heave up and down in a tidal motion. He looked at her beseeching eyes that were driving him hornier than he had ever physically been with anyone. He propped himself on his elbows, framing her face with his forearms and he thrust again, this time rougher, eliciting from Hayley a sharp cry. He paused for a moment, allowing her a few seconds to catch her breath before he began to pump her hard, taking her completely by surprise. The harder he hit the hungrier he got. The bed was shaking and so was her entire body. He released her hands shortly to take off his shirt, along with his tie, and slammed them again against her wrists. A cross pendant with the letter K in the center dangled from his chain in front of her face. Hayley was momentarily distracted by his necklace that swung back and forth on top of her.

"Stop it" she implored.

"You're not helping at all" he muttered in her ear, loosening slowly his grip on her hands to opt for another position. Hayley finally looked into his eyes and did something neither of them saw coming. She grabbed his necklace and pulled it downwards. Her last move was resolute and he saw no fear in her eyes, only adamance. He responded with a frown as he caught her hand swiftly before she could pull any tighter.

"What's wrong maid, kinky much?" he was about to add another nasty remark when he felt her right hand clasping the necklace and she was pulling so tight. Hayley was holding on it for dear life, pulling with all her might. He was coughing and gasping for air, nearly dying. There was no coming back. With both hands, she gave another strong pull but the necklace she thought was strong enough to strangle him to death broke suddenly into peaces.

Oh snap!

Now that her last ditch attempt to retaliate failed miserably, she had to face the music.

He was coughing for air while scratching his neck to assess the damage. Hayley couldn't feel her lower body anymore. She was completely seized by panic, knowing that his wrath wasn't something she could handle. He threw her a murderous look that was scary enough to haunt her dreams for the next few weeks, if she ever made it alive through the night. Then, his hands ran straight back to her wrists before he threw a leg over his shoulder.

"That was a very bold move" he groaned menacingly and she felt the blood drain from her face.

Her intent to yank her leg free was interrupted by a knife thrust inside of her, giving her no time to adjust. Another deep and particularly hard thrust followed after he withdrawed a few inches, and they both cried at the same time. He kept slamming his dick against her buttocks as audible slapping sounds were produced from his skin meeting roughly against hers. That sound was feeding his lust and he was picking up the tempo with every move, longing for her screams. It was the sole thing he wanted to hear.

"Get off of me" he elicited another cry from her that he ignored.

As her went in and out on her, her moans reverberated in the room as he wished, probably in the entire mansion. She was in anguish and she made sure that everyone in this house know it. Maybe it would stir buried feelings of pity inside their cold hearts. Maybe by some miracle they would come for her rescue. If not, she wasn't going to let her pain unshared, they needed to know what kind of monstrosity they sent her to and how vile and diabolically wicked this poor excuse of ceremony was.

The night was still young and Katherine hadn't found sleep yet. She could hear the maid's screaming, which were loud enough to wake the dead. Elijah's soft snoring abated slowly and he opened his sleepy eyes that were blurred by drowsiness.

"He could have gagged that bitch with her grandma panties, it won't do her any harm. I would have never picked a scream queen to be our maid if you have taken me to the center Lijah" Katherine sat up on the bed to switch on the night light.

"She will get used to it and so will you" he mumbled while rubbing his eye.

"I didn't get the chance to see her, how does the soon-to-be pregnant maid look like?" she asked as she adjusted the pillow behind her back.

"I don't know if it's a coincidence but she looks a lot like you. Maybe it was my mother's plan for a Katherine look-like baby"

"This is complete bullshit" she rolled her eyes at him.

"My mother's wish for a mini Kathy or Hayley's striking resemblance to you?" Elijah asked teasingly.

"Who's Hayley?"

"The handmaid, her name is Hayley" he replied ribbingly.

"Why call her Hayley when we can simply refer to her by "handmaid", it's not like we have more than one" she puffed and he was hiding his chuckle with his forearm. It didn't recall the last time he saw Katherine acting this jealous.

"Good night darling" he closed his eyes, leaving her alone with her grim thoughts.

Although she was the one who insisted on hiring a handmaid, she couldn't deal with the amount of wanton hatred that had been eating her alive from the inside ever since this Hayley settled in their house. She wouldn't admit to anyone, even to herself, but Katherine viewed her presence as a threat. A Threat to what? She didn't know but she knew that the handmaid's arrival was putting everything she held dear in jeopardy.

The bedroom felt unbearably hot, her paranoia was kicking in again and she found herself walking to the door.

Her naked body was curled into a small ball on the bed, rocking herself to sleep like a child. Physically, she was alone but mentally she could feel him everywhere. She could still sense his breath against the nape of her neck that would startle her awake every time she closed her eyes. Fluttering images of his smirking face came in short sequences into her mind, driving her to insanity. It was impossible to shake off the awful memory of him banging her to infinity and beyond then leaving her semi-dead with a victorious smile. The worst part was that if she didn't get pregnant by the end of that month, she would have to endure another dreadful night with him, and who knows what vile things awaited her for the next time. Surviving another ceremony would certainly be the end of her, or him. But she pledged to herself that she would never be that weak girl who hang herself on her first night, she wouldn't let her abuser break her that easily. It's too soon to wave the white flag.

Her muscles were all sore and couldn't even reach down to the blanket. Her head ached, stomach rumbled and eyes burned from crying .With her twitching hands, she wiped her tears and pulled down slowly the light blue duvet to cover her lower body. Her chances of finding sleep were as weak as her hope to escape, she nevertheless forced her eyes shut. but how could she close an eye when he would come back at any given moment. The best way to ease her irreconcilable fear of his return was to think about something else, like the million things she could do to take revenge on everything he had done to her. She wished him karma, misery and every lethal disease a human body could catch. She wanted him humiliated and broken the way she was at that moment. She wanted him dead.

He stepped leisurely into the shower, steam filling the room. He let out a deep breath and cleared his throat that was sore from the amount of alcohol he drunk up. His body was anxious for the warm water.

Everything went so quickly and his memory was in shred, failing to retrieve any clear detail of what happened in the handmaid's room. He knew he did like it and that he hated himself for that. He developed the habit of blaming the alcohol for all his misdeeds, which had been many lately. Although, the exhilarating feeling of power that his status as a master brought about was so overwhelming, he couldn't deny that he went too far this time. And he meant the alcohol by too far. Because that stupid handmaid was going to kill him. She deserved everything he did to her. Had she complied, nothing of this would have happened.

"Bitch" he groaned inward as he rubbed his neck.

That necklace was the worst gift her ever received if he could recall. It was poison, just like its bestower. Maybe it was a good thing he lost it as it attracted only bad memories and unforeseen accidents.

Water streamed down his body like an endless waterfall and all the things he wished he couldn't remember were coming suddenly like vivid photographs. His senses began to heighten and the picture got clearer in his mind. His life was a mess. A child was probably on the way. This country was a prison. His future was a mystery. He hated the idea of being a father. He wouldn't make a good father anyways, something everyone he knew, including himself, agreed upon. Maybe it was best he gave it to someone else after all. Someone capable of unconditional love and mercy. Someone like his eldest brother.

He was preparing himself to leave the shower when a drop of blood landed on the white floor. Klaus's eyes widened and he turned the tap off. Was drunkness playing a nasty trick on him or did he actually saw blood. He titled his head down and couldn't bow any further due to the splitting headache that was cutting the center of his skull like a saw-toothed axe. He blinked his eyes twice but was still seeing double. The one drop of blood became two, then three. When his sight finally got less blurry, he started to inspect his body from head to toe. Feeling his face until his finger touched his upper lip which was stained with blood. His nose was bleeding and it wasn't the first time it happened.

He swung out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. With heavy steps, he staggered back to his room and threw himself on the king size bed.

The night wasn't chill but his body was freezing cold. How strange. It was like his blood ceased to circulate and his body was about to declare a clinical death. The room felt direly smaller and darker. He couldn't breathe anymore as if oxygen was sucked out of his lungs. What was happening? He wanted to scream for help but words wouldn't come out. He attempted to stand up with the last bit of strength he had only to fall flat on his chest. He was choking to death. He was dying.

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