Chapter 6! Obvious warnings in general, but this chapter will be dark. Likely even darker than Chapter 3.

This chapter will include Sexually explicit scenes, physical violence/abuse, strong verbal abuse, and torture. You have been warned! Read with caution, please!

As always I do not own HOA, nor do I condone how Jerome treats Nina

On with the story!

Nina's P.O.V

"You. Are going. To pay. Slut."

Those words terrified me. I could already feel tears brimming my eyes… No. Don't cry. Don't you dare cry. You deserve this. You were a bad girl. Bad girls get punished.

It wasn't long before I felt his hand connect with my cheek, the sound echoed throughout the living room.

"You spoke to my FRIEND? My FRIEND who stayed home sick? You told him your NAME? YOU BROKE ONE OF MY DISHES YOU WORTHLESS WHORE" he screamed, each word getting louder and louder. I flinched at the volume of his voice.

"I ought to beat you so hard you FORGET your fucking name… lets see if you tell anyone your real name then, huh?" I couldn't even think of a response before he slapped me again.

I deserve this

That's what I kept telling myself, at least.

I stayed in place, frozen. Out of fear? Likely. He started taking off my clothes, starting with my loose top.

"Fucking ungrateful whore…" He started muttering under his breath while undressing me. "Did you let Fabian touch you, whore? Did you let my BEST FRIEND feel you up? Tell you that you're anything more than a fucking hole?" He growled a me while sliding off my bottoms, I shook my head no while a stray tear ran down my face.

I was fully naked. Fully vulnerable once again. My stomach picked the absolute worst time to let out a growl, why? Why now? Why when master is THIS heated?
He grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me off of the couch, over to a full length body mirror in the hallway. He made me face it. He stood behind me.

"How can you still be fucking hungry, disobedient whore?" He said in my ear, his hands wandering up and down my sides. I shivered under his touch, he proceeded to pinch and grab at every piece of skin he could and slap it when he let go.

"Oink you fucking pig"

I looked at the ground instead of my reflection, feeling nothing but shame. I felt Jerome slap my stomach.

"I SAID. OINK FOR ME." He hissed in my ear.

"O-Oink" I stuttered out, more tears falling down my face

He pushed me onto my knees just by pressing down on my shoulders, I continued looking at my own reflection. Becoming more and more disgusted by it.

"Stay… there." He said to me sternly, glaring at me before walking off into the living room, opening one of the entertainment center drawers. I heard him close it, and he came back with a leash. He attached it to my shock collar.

"I want you to crawl until I say otherwise…" he starts off, tugging at the leash roughly. I look up at him. "Follow me, slave." He demands, tugging me along while I just barely am able to keep up with him on all fours. We're in… the bathroom?
My thoughts were cut off by the sound of him undoing his pants. Oh.

Oh.

I understand what he wants me to do now.

He slides off his jeans, revealing his large bulge coming through his boxers. I wanted to make him happy, I didn't want him to be upset. I leaned forward and began practically making out with his bulge, prepping it with kisses to start while closing my eyes. Occasionally licking it through his boxers. I could feel it twitching.

"Fucking slut can't help herself, hm?"

I looked up at him while practically worshipping his cock, slowly nodding my head yes. He tugged on my leash a couple times, indicating for me to stop. I do, and stay on my knees while he slides off his boxers. "Open" he demands, I open my mouth as he says and in no time he practically rams his cock into my mouth and down my throat. After a couple seconds I gag on it, looking up at the wicked, content, sadistic expression on his face. I start attempting to suck, my tongue sliding around his shaft causing him to let out a deep groan.

"Fuck, slave…", I look up at him, "I love you so much".

He loves me… he loves me.

He's always loved me. He just punishes me when I disobey him. I understand why.

He roughly begins thrusting his cock into my throat, pulling on the leash while doing so. I loudly let out a raspy groan onto it while gagging just as loud. Before I know it, he pinches my nose closed.

I can't breathe anymore.

I look up at him, watery eyes, gagging even louder with my face turning a bright pink slowly.

"Go ahead, slave. Ask me for permission. Ask for permission to breathe." He chuckled at me.

I continued to look up at him with desperate, pleading eyes. My face only becoming more and more discolored. Being pleased with the sounds my throat was making after almost 30 seconds, he let go of my nose and quickly pulled out of my mouth and throat. I right away started coughing and gasping for air, trying to catch my breath.

"Acting like such a good girl, aren't you slave…"

I perked up, hiding a smile at his words.

"It's too bad you're still a bad girl"

I frowned.

"I still haven't punished you QUITE properly for all the rules that were broken earlier… speaking to my best friend without my permission? Letting him touch you? Breaking one of my dishes? Telling him your NAME?"

I flinched at his words. He was right. I had been a bad girl.

He pulls me by my leash over to the toilet, lifting up the toilet seat while I kneel in front of it. Afterwards, he lets go of my leash and uses that hand to get a grip on my hair tightly. "Will you ever disobey your Master again and speak to Fabian, or anyone for that matter, without my permission?" He whispers in my ear,

"No Master"

After those words he plunges my head into the toilet, I immediately start struggling under his grasp, but it only seems the more I struggle the harder he pushes me down. After around 10-15 seconds, he flushes the toilet. It gives me a small break, but not a great one. Soon enough the toilet fills back up, and I can't breathe again. I feel his free hand slap my ass over and over while he holds me under. His muffled voice degrading me while he continues holding and pushing my head down.

Dizzy.

Pain.

I start to feel both of those things when he finally decides to pull me up, chuckling as I gasp for air and try to get ahold of my surroundings again.

"What are you right now, slave?"

Eyes closed; I knew the answer to that.

"B-Bad…I-…A….A Bad girl…" I barely stutter out

"Correct slave, you have been a very, very bad girl. And what do bad girls deserve?"
"N-Nothing except p-punishments"

"Correct again" he whispers in my ear,

"You're mine, slave. End of story. I know I already control your mind. But why not your actions? Why do you insist on breaking my simple rules so often? Why do you insist on being such a bad girl?" I whimper in response to his words.

"Do you not love me? Is that it? Because I love you, slave. I love you very much."

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, "I'll always love you Master"

After I say those words, he tugs my leash upwards. Motioning for me to stand. I obey, and he pushes me against the bathroom counter. I could feel his groin press against me from behind while he strokes what he can.

"Look at yourself, slave. Take a good look in the mirror. What do you see."

I look up to stare at my reflection.

"A girl…" I start off, "An ugly girl…" I continue, my tone sounding sadder, "A fat, ugly girl… who's more than lucky to be owned by someone like you. Lucky to have someone like you give me your time of day…"

Suddenly I felt him thrust into my pussy from behind, my body being pushed against the bathroom counter while I attempt to grab onto it. I let out a loud moan while he uses one hand to hold my leash, and the other hand to hold my waist. Pulling me onto him with every thrust. He gives my leash a tug, "What are you again?"

"Your w-whore. I-I'm your whore" I moan out, causing him to smile.

"You sure are. Be a good whore and don't cum until master gives you permission"

I nod my head lightly, moaning loudly after every thrust while my breathing only gets more irregular.

"Y-Yes master" I eventually stutter out in response while continuously moaning.

My thighs start trembling, and by now he's pounding into me so hard with each thrust that you can audibly hear his skin slap against mine.

I feel him give my ass a couple more slaps.

"Not yet, slave…" He grunts out, I can't do anything except for bite my lip to try and stifle the extra sounds I desperately want to make and nod my head.

After a few more second my thighs were noticeably shaking.

I could feel my walls clench around his member, I wanted to finish so bad.

I was going to be a good girl though.

His good girl.

"You can cum now slave" he grunts into my ear, I don't need to be told twice.

Within the few seconds after he gave me permission, I started cumming on him. Groaning loudly in a deeper tone while finally releasing, his thrusts getting slower but still just as hard. While I'm cumming I suddenly feel a shock coming from my neck, my collar.

While I groan in pleasure I grunt loudly at the end from the shock.

Once he takes his finger off the "Shock" button, he thrusts for the last time. Hard.

Leaving his cock inside of me, he leans down against my back and starts kissing my neck from behind me, causing me to moan and practically melt into him.

"You'll never speak to Fabian or anyone without my permission ever again, will you slut?"

I shake my head no.

"You'll never tell another soul your real name either? Are you going to stay my good girl?"

"Yes master"

Slowly, he pulls out of me.

"Good. I'll speak with him about never calling you by that name in the future, and you can back me up on it if you're present. You are not Nina anymore. All you are is my slave, all you are is whatever I call you."

"Yes master" I respond before he cups my face with one of his hands and kisses me on my lips, I happily kiss back.

"I love you"

"I love you too master"

He started dressing himself again, leaving me bare naked. I cleaned up the broken plate shards from earlier while he put his clothes on, and before I knew it he was leading me downstairs again.

He led me into my room, and chained my ankles to the wall.

"Goodnight, slave"

"Goodnight master"

He closed the door to my room, locking it.

Maybe I was crazy for loving him. But he treats me better than anyone has in my life.

He has rules, but he owns me. Rules are rules.

I never want to disobey him again, I was stupid for doing so with Fabian.

I will never speak to Fabian ever again unless instructed to by my master, first.