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2. You're my prisoner

"no! Please, you can't do that!"

I screamed before my brain could think about what I was about to do. He turned to me with a weird curve on his lips.

"I can't?"

He asked as if trying to test my audacity. I was speechless but I found the courage to say something. Something that I'd hoped would save my life.

"You can! You should but, please spare my life. I'd do anything, I promise you this."

He paused. Perhaps my words did have some effect after all. He came closer to me and I could feel the cool breeze from his breath. I started to wonder what his lips would taste like. Shut up, shut up, you're about to die.

"Anything?" He said, with one hand caressing my hair. Perhaps it was only me, but I saw something sparkle in his eyes. Something that looked like interest. Did he..like me?

"Yes..yes, anything," I said, nervously.

"Could you make me a million dollars in an hour? Could you hunt down all my rivals so I wouldn't have to be bothered at all? Could you satisfy my sexual hunger? " With every question, he took a step forward, and I took a step backward until we met a wall behind me and he put his hands to my sides. I swallowed. This was as scary as it was exciting. I felt something inside me tingle.

"I...I can't do all that."

"Then you're useless. I'm going to make your father pay. Sending you to me doesn't cut his crime. How dare he??"

"But..but why didn't you just go for my father Instead?"

I asked quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear me.

"Because I like to destroy my enemies completely. I'll take away everything he loves before taking him out."

He responded so hoarsely, that I shuddered at the sound of his voice. How could one person shift his voice to so many tunes?

"My ..my dad doesn't love me. He stopped loving me ever since his new wife came into the picture."

I said, as my sadness flooded the environment. He put down his hands and fixed his eyes on me. I didn't dare look at him.

"Well, better to rid your father of the trash that you are." I took in sharp breaths at this. I felt like a knife had just slashed across my heart. Perhaps he was right. My father willingly gave me away, knowing I'd get killed.

He turned and walked away from me.

"So, Boss. Do we kill her already?"

One of the men asked but immediately felt stupid.

"The Boss already said to kill her. What the hell are you asking about again?" Another one corrected him immediately. I could feel the fear that was seeping through the three henchmen. What was it about this man that just had them excruciatingly terrified?

"Don't." The Boss spoke one word.

All four of us looked confused. What?

The three men threw one another suggestive looks about who would certify what the Boss was trying to say.

"Don't kill her."

Everyone, including me, was very surprised at this declaration. But I was mostly thankful that I wouldn't die.

"Oh..okay Boss."

"She'll be here until I decide what to do with her. I'm puzzled at her being."

I wanted to take it as a compliment but my brain put me straight. He's yet to decide what to do with you. What if he decides to turn you into a guinea pig? He called you interesting. Worse still, turns you into one of his henchmen and sends you off to a robbery where you'd get caught by the police and spend the rest of your life in jail. How happy your stepmother would be about it?

I sighed. My brain sure knew how to ruin my mood, even in this terrible circumstance.

"You're letting me go?" My stupid mouth spoke too fast.

I covered my mouth, regretting that I spoke too fast. In a split second, one of the henchmen was right beside me to give me the correction smacking. I wondered how my face looked at that point.

"No. I'll probably still kill you but for now, I'll let you be. "

With that, he gave a hand signal that made the henchmen follow behind him. They shut the door behind me and the room turned completely dark. I was so glad it was still noon. Perhaps I could try to escape, I thought. But all signs read that that would be a silly act and it could get me killed.

I couldn't hold back the tears that were now splashing down my face. Life wasn't fair to me.

I laid down to rest my back and my poor face from all the hitting and hassle. It didn't take long before the door swung open again. I didn't have enough strength to rush up so I slowly sat up.

"The Boss summons you. Get up!"

Was it traditional for henchmen to be rude and just mean? I was so annoyed but there was little to nothing I could do about it. All my life, I'd been pushed around; at least for the most part, I remembered.

There were good times, like when my mum was alive, and when dad was still single after she died. I sighed. Good times.

"I'm sorry."

I said and got up. He covered my face yet again, with a face mask and I almost let him know that I didn't like it. He continued shoving me. I heard automated keys playing again. I knew we were going into a fancy place, I wasn't stupid. We came to a stop and there was silence all around me.

Oh my goodness! Is this the part where the sword chops off my head in an instant?!

I heard several footsteps, and then silence once again. The mask came off my face because the Boss removed it.

I gasped as his lips curved sinisterly.

"You, are going to be my slave." He started with a commanding tone. The seriousness in his eyes made my stomach turn. I was nervous from head to toe, I thought I would pee my pants.

"What is it?" He folded his arms and gazed at me. He had to lower his head when staring at me and I had to lift mine when staring at him. He was tall and slender, yet he had a rock-solid frame. I found myself wondering how it'd feel to hug him.

"I...I can't make you a million dollars in an hour. I can't fight off your rivals, I can't rob for you..I-"

"You can be my plaything. You can quench a certain thirst of mine when it comes to matters of intimacy."

"Sex?"

"That's rather rude. You mock what I stand for with that defiance in your tone."

His voice was getting deep. I quickly adjusted myself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I rubbed my cheeks, remembering the number of smacks I'd gotten that morning.

"You'll..." He started, taking steps toward me. He walked around me, as though he were scanning just how good and succulent my body was. He placed a hand on my waist. I felt a spark throughout my body but I fought hard to hold back my reaction. His hand slid across my waist as he stopped right behind me.

What is happening...I asked myself, but even I couldn't respond to that.

"You'll serve my bed well.." he said, right above my ear. I shivered. His hand crawled up to my boob and I gasped...

"I... I'm a virgin.."

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