“And a gun is what I have, so I guess that means you need to get your funky ass up and do what Staress says before you taste metal.” Tone took a step forward, he grilled me. The deranged look in his eyes said more than he had to speak with words.
I stood slowly, I felt itchy all over. I did need a shower and some damn food. My mind needed to be clear to plot my next best move. If they wanted to kill me, it probably would have already been done by now. It was Grand, that they worked for and feared probably. I just couldn’t figure out why the fuck did he kidnap me.
“You got a mouth; I’ll give you that. Just don’t get shit twisted. You belong to the Grand Master now. Even when you feel like you don’t, you always will.” Tone chuckled evilly.
I glared at him and forced my tears back. My body shook at his words, suddenly I wanted to collapse back down on the couch.Keep fighting, Mira.I started to chant those words in my head before saying…
“Fuck you!” I spat with spit flying out my mouth. I silently wished that it would have landed all over his face just for being such an asshole.
The sadistic smirk on his face was quickly replaced with something cold, and dark. He quickly reached out and pinched the bottom of my chin with his index finger; his thumb nail dug into my skin.
“You better fix that mouth while you clean that pussy before seeing him tonight.” He growled out.
His hands slid to my jaws; he squeezed so tight I was sure his fingerprints bruised my face. Staress stepped up and slapped his hand away.
“Go get the food. Let me handle her, you know damn well Grand wouldn’t want you up here scaring her!” She snapped.
“Handle her and do it good before I do.” He stepped back, eyes never leaving mine.
“Grand wants you to play tonight, and you better play like your life depends on it.” His voice softened. He seemed worried for Grand; his voice carried a weight like he was in charge of making sure Grand was okay.
He turned and walked towards the chess painted wall. I zoomed in on him placing his entire hand on one small part of the wall. It made a beeping sound then slid open. I had a strong urge to run out; I envisioned myself socking Staress in the eye then running up behind Tone to kick him from the back in the balls. My vision was short lived when Staress brushed the tears away from my cheeks.
“Tone is not as mean as he appears to be. When it comes to Grand, he is overly protective. Come on, let me get you in the shower.” She walked off.
I let her lead me, my legs moved even though I didn’t want them to. The room that they kept me in was huge. It seemed Gothic themed with nothing but black everything. Black curtains, couches, there was even a huge round king-sized bed next to the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the streets of L.A.
The storm was still going strong, and it would probably go down in history as the worse storm to ever hit California. The streets were flooded, disappointment coursed throughout me. I wished like hell that I could be home, with some hot chocolate and a good book to read on my own couch.
I looked up and noticed a white owl watching me from the rafter, it blinked with a look of judgement as it tilted its head and continued to stare.
“Where are the rest of them?” I asked lowly.
Staress turned and immediately looked up at the owl that was on the rafter close to the glass ceiling.
“All over, Grand sometimes opens the roof and let them roam. He loves his owls, they’re probably with him eyeing the rest of the men counting up his money.” She chuckled.
“Who is he?” I asked as I watched her turn toward a huge chess piece statue.
She pulled on it like a lever and waited until it opened up.
“Long story short, he’s the king of L.A.” She stepped inside of a dark hallway.
She tapped the wall and the lights came on. I gasped at how beautiful the hallway looked even though it was still dark themed, it looked to be something created from medieval times. The walls on both sides were basically a beautiful mural of different species of owls. Small black crystal chandeliers hung every couple of inches down the hallway. There were four black doors. Staress opened the first door that was a room turned into a closet.
“All of your clothes are inside of here, panties, bra, shoes, jewelry. Tonight, he wants you to dress elegantly. You can undress and then I can lead you to your bathroom. I’ll stand outside and wait for you.” Staress smiled and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
What the fuck?I stood still for minutes taking in the room. It was overloaded with nice pieces that looked expensive. Clothes with tags still on them, New Balance tennis shoes of every color were stacked to the ceiling in glass boxes. Next to the shoes were heels then nice sandals. There were even Birkin bags on the other side of the room next to a huge vanity with bright lights.The walls inside were bare, yet the black paint on the walls reminded me that I was still held captive in a dark place.
I walked towards the vanity and looked at myself. I had bags underneath my eyes, my skin was ashy, and parts of my hair was matted down. I got lost staring in my own eyes, all the heavy burdens that I felt came tumbling down at once. A painful lump crawled up my throat as I pressed my hands against the top of the white vanity. I rocked back and forth and let out a loud wail.
I thought my heart was broken enough, but it shattered more as I continued to cry what was left of my soul. All of this was nice, but I had a gut feeling that this was going to be the opposite of how good everything looked. I didn’t know what the hell this Grand guy wanted from me. Staress said this wasmycloset…then she would take me tomybathroom as if I really had a permanent place here.
This was some sick twisted shit, the type of shit that I would only read about now I was living through it. I got myself together ten minutes later when Staress knocked at the door. Swallowing down my sorrows, I took the funky clothes off then placed them in an empty hamper. I told her to give me five more minutes, then went through the racks of clothes.
He wanted me to dress elegantly; I planned on doing the opposite. I went to the black wood dresser and found that this sick fuck knew my sizes well. The panties were a one X, the bra a thirty-four double D. I sat them on top of the vanity and picked out a black Nike T-shirt dress with sandals.
On the back of the door was an all-black Versace robe. I didn’t want to funk it up but had to since I didn’t want to walk out of this room ass naked. I opened the door and Staress was engrossed into her phone. She looked up at me and smiled warmly then nodded her head to the left for me to follow her.
