Don’t Go

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I TRIED TO SHY away from him.

"Mister," my accent popped out with my fear.

"Please," he smiled like the cat who caught like canary. "Call me Sir."

Gooseflesh appeared on my skin, making shivers dance down my spine. "Sir..."

"Mm," he purred sensually, curling a strand of hair around his finger. "I like it."

"Si...sir, I...it's times for me to go—"

"Don't go," He licked my neck. "Stay."

"Sir, please," I begged.

"Begging only makes me want to f**k you more, myshka. "

"B-But!"

"Give me one night. Let me have you, one night and then..."

He trailed off. I don't even know why I'm considering this. Why is my belly aching?

"I'm sorry. But I don't know you well enough."

He examined me in pensive silence for a moment before grinning.

"Very well Myshka. Until next time."

He got up, and walked out of the room.

For what seemed like the first time tonight, I could breathe.

My relief was short lived.

"Diamond!" It's Brick. The sleazy grin on his face tells me he's made a s**t load of money—most likely at my expense.

"I have great news—You get to go home with the richest man in California."

I frown. "I'm not going home with anyone but some McDonalds fries."

"Actually Myshka, he sold you."

Fear crawls up my throat. I face the tall, large man who stares down at me with mischievous eyes.

"I'm not his to sell. So whatever you gave him, get it back."

I try to push past him, but he stands still as statue, unrelenting as the night. He is darkness. Just like that, I place him.

He's not an animal. Not a monster. He is all consuming darkness.

And I don't have enough light to fight him.

"I'm afraid that simply cannot be done," Brick cuts in, sneaky smirk on hi face. My hand twitches to smack it off.

"Quiet rat," The mystery man orders calmy.

Addressing me, he eyes my body. Naked and exposed, I fight not cover my most private parts.

"You have no choice. You have an eviction notice on your door, no money, no food, and two parents to take care of."

How did he...

Well, the dark sees all.

So I don't bother with that question.

I don't bother running. I don't bother trying to find a way out of the night. I just..:have to wait till the sun shows it's smiling face.

That's war my mom always said.

But somehow, as I quake under his gaze, I wonder if even the sun can drive away this night. I wonder if he's strangled the light in other women.

I think he has. And I think he enjoy it.

"Will you...let me take care of my parents'? Good care of them if I go with you?"

He nods silently.

"And you won't...pimp me out?"

He grins at the thought. A soft, maniacal grin chock full of menace. Of promise.

"What is mine, stays mine."

It's my turn to nod.

"Contract," I demand. "I want a contract."

His grin turns down into simper. "Ah Myshka. For what I have planned, we will need that anyway."

That's not ominous at all.

I clear my throat, swallowing my misgivings. A man like him won't take no for an answer, as he's clearly demonstrated.

The more I can control the better.

"Are we leaving now?"

He offers me his arm, and reluctantly, I take it.

"You will regret this," he murmurs in my ear.

That's the first thing he's said that I truly agree with.

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