Yes, Master

"You. Your breath. Your body. Your soul. Your everything belongs to me. I can do the hell I want to do with it. Try to use this fucking hand of yours to push me again I swear I will do worst than just breaking it... " Valerie Have no idea of her last name. She was born in an orphanage. Grown up there but with only one thought... Being a slave of her master... She was born for him. She was grown up with keeping his name in her mind as her master. The person who owns her. Her days went by hearing his name continuously. Her nights went sleepless as her dreams also caught by his presence... There wasn't even a single day when she didn't hear herself called as his slave. Whore. Slut. She knew she was his but again why her heart doesn't want to accept him. Why she still want to be rebel when she knew she's helpess... Him. Her master. Her owner. Her saviour. Her destroyer. The one who not only owns her body but also her soul... She's his to play. His to Destroy. His to do as he wished... Him. Xavier Valetino... WARNING... Let me tell you guys this story is completely different from my other stories. This story is not only dark. But contains extreme violence. Rape and abuse.. There is nothing like romance in this. It's all about submissive and dominant with an interesting plot... Trust me if your below 18 then this story is not for you. Don't blame me if you got traumatized... I warned you... Risk is on you...