Untold Misfortunes

[b]Third Person[/b]
Jimmy continued on, "When Ivy first met Luka, she thought he was genuine and for quite some time, he was. After some odd months, he was controlling and abusive; however Ivy doesn't speak much on what truly happened to her because of him,"
Matt made a face of anger, balling his hands into fists, but he kept quiet.
"Luka, for better words is an abusive Dominant. He's into the kinkier side of sex - BDSM - but he does not do it in the form of how it should be done. When he first started work on Ivy, she was against it, but he beat her until she became a mindless girl. He broke her in other terms.She would do anything he pleased, it was almost like she had no thought in her head other than to please him." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
"I don't know all the details or everything he did to her to make her like that, but it took her years to recover from that. There was only one moment where she became herself and when she did, she came to me and I could see her struggling with that part in her brain. That was why she disappeared. I sent her off, so she could heal. I couldn't stand seeing my baby sister that way."
"I fear, if we ever get her back, she won't be able to be 'fixed'. I fear strongly for her sanity." He said softly, looking down at his hands.
Brian spoke up, "Then should go and save her?"
Jimmy struggled to find the right answer for a moment, "We can't."
Matt fumed, "Why?"
"Luka is psychotic, unpredictable and enjoys watching others struggle. He expects us to show up and try and get Ivy back. He [i]wants[/i] us to go get Ivy, but I know he has an elaborate plan to do something sick to her, while we watch." Jimmy shook his head. "There's no way I can go through with it."
"Then what do we do?" Zacky asked, obviously aggravated that Ivy's own brother wasn't doing anything to help the loveable girl out.
"We wait for his move. If it's a game he wants, he plays first." Jimmy said with finality.
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Ivy was envied by the other girls at Luka's house. She strutted around in the finest lingerie and had free roam of the house and could do as she pleased. They envied the petite woman, who had made a rather quiet return. Ivy did not mind one bit that the other girls would look away from her or stare at her with vehemence. She enjoyed how she could make them squirm with her eyes. She knew she was the queen within the house and she loved displaying it in front of those who stared.
"Ivy, are you torturing the other girls?" Luka asked as he came in to the dining room.
The small girl looked up at the handsome man, her eyes showing nothing but adoration. "Sir, I am only flaunting what you are most proud of." Came her soft reply and a grin broke out on the man's face.
"You're so naughty, Ivy, but I'm pleased you know how appreciated you are. Come here, sit on my lap and feed me." Luka gestured to the meal that had been laid out in front of him.
Ivy was quick to move as she settled on his lap, in a way she could access the food and his mouth. He used one arm as her brace, to make sure she didn't fall back. The woman was careful not to let any food or crumbs fall on to her master's clothes. She gently cupped her hand underneath the spoon or fork full of food she brought the man's lips, waiting patiently until he was done chewing before she would go for some more.
When Ivy was in this mindset she was only caring and kind to her master, the man who would give her pleasure, food, clothing, warmth or anything she may need. She knew that by his hand, she was given everything as long as she obeyed. She was careful to never ever make a slip up. She had seen the girls that had slipped, they were beaten and tortured. They were not given food or warmth, just dirty water and a cement flooring.
Ivy once knew what that was like, but she learned that she was Luka's favorite, because would moan for more and never reject the idea of something new. She gave blind trust to the man who controlled her pleasure and if that meant feeling a little pain before things turned into white hot pleasure, then so be it. She craved for the rewards of being master's [i]good girl.[/i]
Luka liked his girls this way; vacant eyes except when they were staring at him. They had no soul, no morals of right or wrong, just the thought of [i]please master[/i]. His only true success was with Ivy and that’s what made her his favorite. He always liked how she screamed out his name as she came from the pleasure he delivered to her body. She never realized she said his name, she was too far gone, but he never punished her for it because he loved it. He loved her, in a sick and sadistic kind of way. And when Ivy was like, he was sure she loved him too. He only had to keep her this way.

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