“No. No. No, this can’t be happening,” I mumble and chant, over and over.
“Don’t just lay there, heifer. Get your ass up and get moving,” the bitch in my head demands.
I sit up, scanning my surroundings, catching the sights of the background, noticing how it’s a lavish, posh room. Everything is layered in cream and beige with gold accents. There is a wall of floor to ceiling windows to my right, with two double doors to my left.
A single door sits straight in front of me. There is enough room for a full living room with a fireplace, TV, and two large couches.
I hurriedly try to stand, but my head spins, knocking me back down. Bracing myself on the bed, trying not to throw up and fall over at the same time. Once the spinning and black spots subside, I stand as straight as my sore muscles allow. I slowly walk my way to the door across the room, making it half way when the door bursts open, and my nightmare stands there with the sickest grin I’ve ever seen on his face staring back at me.
“My Mouse, It’s so good to have you back home.” His voice is venomous, paralyzing me as his poisonous words freeze me on the spot and his toxins seep into my veins.
I slowly start taking small steps back from him. Frantically looking around, trying to find a weapon, something that’ll help me protect myself from him.
“Awe, don’t look so afraid. We’ve got so much to catch up on. It’s so good to have you home,” he says, his tongue slithering from his mouth and licking his bottom lip.
“I’m not home. What have you done? Why am I here? Where is the other woman?” I ramble, still trying to wrap my pain-filled brain around the fact that I’m here, and he got his hands on me.
Anger flashes in his eyes, telling me that I’ve just made a very grave mistake in denying him. He strikes out so fast that I don’t have a chance to dodge the blow that he throws my way. His open palm connects with my cheek, tossing me to the floor, and the only thought I have is that he isn’t even man enough to hit me properly with his closed fist. I don’t know what comes over me, but I start laughing.
“Dammit, Mouse! Look at what you made me do? You’re always causing me to get so angry!” he yells, pulling me off the floor by the roots of my hair.
My laughter doesn’t stop at the pain, it just causes me to laugh harder. I think I’ve finally lost it. Being back here has finally caused me to crack. That’s how it always goes. I’m at fault for him striking me. If I was better. If I would've just done what I was supposed to do, then he wouldn’t have to treat me this way. I was never good enough, my hair was never done right, my clothes were wrong, and even worse that the bruises aren’t covered well enough.
He throws me down causing me to smack my back on the rail of the bed, knocking the air from my lungs, finally cutting off the laughter. I stare up at him, finally able to find my words.
“Why me? Why do you want me? I’ve never been good enough. Could never get it right. So why go through all this trouble to get me back?” By the end of my questions, I’m in a tirade. I'm yelling at him.
He moves so that he’s within centimeters of my nose. “You are mine, and will always be mine, there is nothing or anyone who is going to take you from me. Now, there are several dress options, as well as makeup, and stuff to do your hair for the event tonight. I expect you to be ready and presentable in four hours.”
“And if I say no? That I’m not doing a damn thing you tell me to do, what are you going to do? Beat me until I can’t move? Lock me away? Finally fucking kill me?” I hiss at him, ready for him to finally do as he’s promised over and over.
“You will get ready, and if you don’t, when I’m done you will wish for death,” he spits, before turning and exiting the room without a backward glance.
I hang my head in defeat for only a moment before pulling myself up and deciding to get ready so that if nothing else, when we’re out, I might be able to find a way to break free.
If only I had known that I would be trading one monster for another, I would’ve just stayed right where I was, and let this man do his worst.
CHAPTERSIX
HENDRICK
“The headof the familysaidyou have to go,” my second-hand man says, sitting across from me at my desk.
“I don’t give a damn what that asshole says. I don’t fucking go to the parties, and I’m not going to start today.” I toss my phone on my desk, turning my back to the man to peer out the window and the city’s landscape in front of me.
“Listen, if you’re going to move forward and push through with what you’ve been plotting, then I suggest you go and get the lay of the land,” he suggests, shrugging.
Growling in frustration, knowing my man is right, yet stalling to react to his advice because I don’t trust this man completely. I understand there are those that are spying and reporting my activities back to the boss. I just need to make sure that they have nothing worthwhile to report so I look as if I’m being a good lap dog, following my every command. Well, that is until I have everything aligned and set up exactly like I need it to be so that I’m no longer wrapped up in this life.
“Fuck, I’ll go.” I sigh, reaching up and pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to stop the headache that is looming in the back of my head.
“Let’s get a move on then,” he asserts.
“I’m not going right now. I’ll be ready to head out in two hours,” I announce, glancing down at my watch to check the time. “Until then, get out of my office.” I wave him off as I lean back in my chair, brushing him off.
Once I hear my office door close, I groan in relief, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. As soon as my lids close, my mind's eye is filled with the big, fear-filled eyes from the driver of that run down car. At the sight of those doe eyes my, cock goes rock hard. I reach down to adjust myself, trying to find some sort of comfort. There is no relief. just as there wasn’t every time before now.
Sighing, I stand, knowing that the only way to find any relief will come from my own hand. Cracking my neck to relieve the tension that’s built in it, I make my way across my office, heading toward the hidden panel in the wall that leads to the attached bathroom. Once in there, I strip off my clothes in a hurry, and step into the shower, turning the water on as I do. A shiver races up my spine as I settle under the water while it’s still ice cold, praying it’ll help calm my raging hard on. As the water warms, so does my need for release. Reaching down, taking my cock in my hands, I close my eyes not having difficulty calling forth the image of those mesmerizing eyes and lips that I’ve recently become obsessed with.
