JOLIE
Iwoke with the sound of my brain trying to chisel away the walls of my skull so it could escape. Clutching my head, Irolled onto my front and whimpered in agony before nausea gripped my stomach and Irolled onto my back again.
“Oh God,” Iwhimpered as Ifought to control myself. The room stopped spinning and Iopened my eyes, my gaze landing on asmooth white ceiling lit with an elegant glass lampshade.
“Breathe slowly, in through your nose and out through your mouth. That should help,” amale voice said.
Istarted to sit up, startled that someone was in the room with me, but my eyes rolled back in my head and Igroaned again. Irolled onto my side, turning my head to focus on the man in the room. He was sitting in an armchair by the side of my bed, one leg draped casually over the knee of the other as he watched me. His suit was black, his shirt black—hell, even his tie was black. His olive skin, full lips, and warm brown eyes gave him ahandsome, alluring look that would no doubt put most people at ease. And that perhaps was the most frightening thing of all; he was beautiful. He was the sort of man that Iwould have given my number to. The sort of guy Iwould have set afriend up with. He was the devil in disguise.
Iopened my mouth and screamed at the top of my voice, until my throat felt like it was breaking, before diving from the bed. Iran to the only door in the room and began hammering my fists on it, screaming to be let out. The soft carpet between my toes made me freeze and Ilooked down, realizing that Iwas wearing different clothing.
Instead of my tight black leather pants and vest top, Iwas wearing ablush-colored baby doll dress. Igasped and looked over at him, noticing that he hadn’teven bothered to turn around. His back was to me as he waited patiently for me to come to terms with my situation.
He clearly had no idea who Iwas, or what Iwas capable of.
“Where the fuck am I?” Igritted out, marching to stand in front of him. “And who the fuck put these clothes on me?”
He looked up at me seemingly without concern, his appraising gaze moving up and down my body.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Fuck you, that’show old Iam.”
His face split into adevilish grin as he dove up, grabbing me quickly around the waist and throwing me onto the bed. Iimmediately tried to climb back off it, but his hands were there again, gripping me and throwing me back down with surprising strength.
Over and over we went, me getting madder each time, and him laughing with glee.
“Stop it!” Iscreamed after the sixth or seventh time. “Or Iswear to God…”
He chuckled. “You can swear to God or the devil or whoever the fuck you want, sweetheart. You’re mine now.” He stared down at me, his hands pushed into his pants pockets casually.
“You can’tdo this,” Iyelled, my chest heaving.
“Can’tI?” He turned around and began walking toward the door.
My eyebrows rose in fury and frustration before Igritted my teeth and dove off the bed. Running toward him, Iswung afist, intending to punch him in the side of the face, perhaps managing to shove him out of the way as he opened the door, but as Iclosed the distance between us he turned, his raised fist catching me in my right cheekbone.
Crying out in shock, Iflew backwards, hitting the floor, my body atangle of limbs before Ifelt his heavy weight collapse onto me. His body covered mine like an animal mounting his partner. Bucking beneath him, trying to shift his weight off me, Iscreamed, pain lancing through my face from where his fist had collided with my jaw.
“Should Ibreak you in now, do you think?” he whispered breathlessly against my ear. “Show you your new life. All new beasts have to be tamed. Let me tame you. Iwill go easier than others will, Ipromise.”
Fear burned through me, my heart freezing as panic gripped me. Icontinued to buck and flail beneath him until he grabbed my hair and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling us both up to kneeling. He pressed his mouth to my neck and Ifelt his tongue glide up toward my ear. Once there, he sucked my earlobe into his mouth causing my heart to constrict further as he bit down on it with enough pressure to make me wince.
Iwas going to gouge his eyes out as soon as Igot the chance.
“Get off me,” Isnarled. My entire body was tense, every muscle and nerve ready to explode from his grip, given the chance.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Fuck you!” Ispat out, my nails clawing at his hands.
“Do that again and I’ll chop off those pretty little fingers, Jolie,” he warned, and my name on his lips made me pause. “Yes, sweet girl, Iknow exactly who you are.”
“Then you’ll know you just made the biggest mistake of your life,” Ireplied, forcing out adry laugh. “You know who my brother is then, Ipresume.”
“Ido,” he said, his words soft against my throat.
“Then you know what he’ll do to you if you hurt me.”
