"I don't know why you're resisting so much, pet." He leans in closer and runs his nose along my face, breathing me in. "This could be a rather mutually beneficial proposition for you."
I glare at him and wish there was a box cutter near so I could drive it into his fucking jugular and watch him bleed out on this fancy rug.
"Whatever you want, I can buy it. I can take you shopping, get you..." He peers at my oversized clothes. "Something that fits." He releases my chin to run his finger along the sleeve of Alec's shirt I'm wearing. "Something sexier."
"I'm quite fine with what I have."
Ricardo narrows his gaze and hesitates before slapping me across the face with the back of his hand. "You donotspeak to me in that tone, do you hear me?"
I clutch my cheek and tears well in my eyes. "I hear you."
"You hear me, what?" He tilts his evil face at me.
"I hear you,sir."
"That's my pet." He tips my chin with his index finger and then returns to the other side of the room to refill his glass. "Every Sunday between now and when our agreement is fully in place, you will meet me here. I will have various items that you must try on and model for me." He turns toward me and sips his drink, watching me over the rim.
My breath catches and the reality of the situation only continues to sink in. He owns me. And I don't really see a way out. I have three weeks of being his personal model before I become his sex doll to use as he pleases that he plans on impregnating the second he can.
But the sooner I get it over with, the sooner I can return to my life. Only...even if he gets me pregnant the first month, there's no telling whether it will be a boy. I might get lucky the first time but I still have to keep the pregnancy viable and spend close to a year carrying his offspring.
How will I ever be the same after something so terrible?
"You start today," he continues and points toward the door. "There's a bathroom at the end of the hall on the right. I want you to go change for me now and meet me back in here. If you try to run, if you try to evade me, I will have my men stop you and hold you down while I fuck you unconscious. Do you understand?"
I nod. "I understand." If I thought there was any getting out of here today, he just completely took that away from me. It's only a few outfits, that isn't enough to risk him assaulting me today when I have a guaranteed few weeks of freedom.
He flicks his fingers to shoo me. "Go then, pet. Hurry back. I'll be waiting for you." Ricardo repositions his groin, and the nausea I felt earlier rises to the surface again.
I leave out the way he told me, stepping into the hallway where no one else is. I glance in both directions and consider bolting to the left, but that's exactly what he wants me to do. He wants me to run. He wants me to cause problems. Because if I do, then he gets exactly what he wants sooner than later. I was bold for negotiating with him once before, but the time for that has passed, and if I want to make it out of this alive, I have to play along.
Even if it kills me a little inside.
Tiptoeing down the hall, I approach the last door on the right and reach for the handle, turning it slowly and slipping inside.
"Who the fuck are you?" a girl says as she's pulling her satin pants up. She buttons them, flushes the toilet, and approaches while I stand there looking like a deer in the fucking headlights.
Finally, words appear from my mouth. "Sorry, I..." I crane my thumb in the direction I came.
The girl, who is very much a woman, probably close to my age, with gorgeous red hair that falls in waves on her shoulders, says, "Oh, you're probably daddy's new pet, aren't you?"
She washes her hands at the sink and wipes them on the towel hanging nearby.
"I should have known." She motions to the stacks of clothes on the chair in the corner. "Daddy always likes to play with his pets."
"He's your...dad?" I fold my arm over my chest and study the person in front of me.
She's nothing like him. She's pretty and well put together and despite not being completely near her, she doesn't stink so bad it makes me want to vomit. She almost looks...normal. Aside from the designer clothing from head to toe and the very put-together appearance.
The woman exhales and puts her hand on her hip, reminding me a bit of myself, just much classier. "Unfortunately, yes."
"What happened to the other girls, his pets?" I ask her without fully realizing the question is out of my mouth until it is.
She turns her nails over and looks at them, not paying me much attention. "Honestly, I don't know what daddy does with them, but if I had to guess..." She meets my gaze, her green eyes staring into mine. "He probably drives them mad."
I swallow but there's nothing there, so I end up coughing.
She walks past me and pats my shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
