Chapter 0: Serrano fucks Isabella in front of a mirror (Mindbreak, Rough Sex, Dominating)

"To you?"

"Yes, because I am the one who recruited and trained them, and I will be the one leading them into battle. I have always been the one behind the scenes, and that is how I prefer it. And if you want their loyalty, you must prove that you deserve it."

Isabella swallowed hard, trying to keep her fear and uncertainty at bay. "I am Presidente. I do not need to prove anything. They listen to you, and you listen to me."

"And yet how easy it was for me to lead you out of your palace, into mine. I listened to your father, Isabella, because he was a great man. He was one of us, and I would follow him to most certain ****, without hesitation. But you? A weak, helpless girl? You belong to me now."

Isabella was trembling.

"What do you want from me, General?"

"Everything. I will show you what it takes to lead this country, to be the woman you need to be. And the first lesson is obedience."

Serrano grabbed her hand and pulled her to one of the buildings. Isabella screamed and tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. She struggled, but his other arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground. Her screams only made him laugh, and soon he was carrying her inside, her legs flailing.

"No! No! Put me down, please!"

He ignored her pleas, carrying her through the hallways until he found the room he was looking for.

The interior was spartan, with nothing but a bed, a mirror, and a dresser, with the only light coming from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. He closed the door and locked it.

He threw her onto the bed, and gestured for her to stand before him.

"Take off your clothes."

"No."

He slapped her tightly across the face, eliciting a shocked sob and leaving her cheek stinging.

"Take off your clothes, now!"

Tears filled her eyes, but Isabella did as she was told. She slowly complied, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her plump breasts, restrained by a tight fitting brassiere of white silk.

As the shirt fell onto the floor, she tried to cover herself, but the general **** her arms away.

"Don't be ashamed. You're young and beautiful, and you should embrace that."

His hands roamed over her bare flesh, squeezing and caressing. She shivered at his touch, but tried not to make a sound.

He pulled her close, his lips pressing against hers in a deep kiss. She whimpered and pushed against him, but he held her tight. His lips were salty and rough and his tongue **** itself into her mouth. She bit down on it, and tasted the metallic tinge of blood as he roared in pain and shoved her away

"You little bitch." He spat, as blood frothed at the corner of his mouth. She fell to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Please, please stop."

"Don't beg. I will teach you to obey. And I will teach you the consequences of disobedience. You're mine now, and I'll take what's mine."

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the mirror, forcing her to look at her own reflection.

"Look at yourself, and tell me what you see."

"I don't want this."

He slapped her again, his fingers digging into her face as he twisted her neck to **** her to look at the mirror.

"Tell me."

Isabella gasped. Her lip was swollen, and her cheek was red. There was blood on her teeth and she could feel it trickling down her chin. Her dark brown eyes stared back, and her long black hair, normally cascading down her back in neat curls, was tangled and disheveled.

She looked a mess.