His Possession

Three

"Would you like to say that to my face?" he asks calmly, even though his eyes are murderous.

"What are you talking about?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Do you really want to play this game, Angel?"

"I don't want to be here," I hiss out. My drunk mind is making me foolishly brave. "Not in this house full of society degenerates."

The glares I'm receiving from everyone right now could probably kill. Andrew grabs my arm and digs his fingernails into my skin, leaving marks that will need to be healed later. I don't care, though. I'm not going to pretend to be nice to any of these foul people.

"We're going home," he says, falsely pleasant, with his teeth clenched, "and you're going to wish we would have stayed here," he whispers to me, so no one else can hear him.

"You're a sorry excuse for a man," I say bravely, trying to hurt him. He ignores me.

He drags me over to the group of men as everyone looks at us in surprise. "We have to leave," he says flatly. "My little wife here doesn't know her place yet." I would be mortified if I actually cared about anyone here, but since I don't, I could care less the way he's speaking about me. He smiles slowly at me and it's frightening. "Apologize to our host for acting like an ungrateful bitch."

"No," I say solidly, looking only at him.

I flick a glance at the group of girls. Samantha and a few others are smirking at the situation but most of them are looking away, clearly uncomfortable. Andrew nails dig into my skin again and I whimper.

"It's alright, Drew." My face snaps to Greg. He's leaning against the fireplace mantle with a wine glass in his hands. "She had a lot to drink. She's pretty drunk and probably didn't mean what she said."

He doesn't look at me but I want to hug him. I guess not all of them are as terrible as I thought. "That's not the point," Andrew hisses out. He looks to me again. "Say you're sorry right now."

His voice leaves no room for argument, so I look at the ground and give in. "I'm sorry," I say tightly, not meaning it.

This is horribly embarrassing now. "What are you sorry for?" Andrew says again like I was a small child who did something wrong. It really surprises me how far he can go in making sure I'm his respectful 'little girl'

I turn to him with wide eyes and he raises an eyebrow. He has so much power over me because of my parents. I gulp loudly before continuing. "I'm sorry for being ungrateful," Nails dig into my skin again; a small cry leaves my lips. "I'm sorry for being an ungrateful bitch." I whisper out.

Greg gulps his wine and sighs loudly. "It's alright," he says flatly and then he shakes Andrew's hand before we leave.

Andrew takes us back home, and as soon as we enter the hallway, he smacks me hard across the face. I'm not use to being hit like that. I never thought I'd end up in an abusive marriage but, then again, this is something that I really didn't choose. With a mad gleam in his eye, he pushes me against a side table, and traps my body under his.

"How dare you disrespect me like that," he snaps, calmly, through clenched teeth. He's livid. My face burns. I don't want him to strike me again so I look down submissively. I wish I could kill him. Maybe I will one day.

"Let's get a few things clear, little girl," he says, his breath hot on my face. "The only reason why you are alive right now is because of me. Being the only girl in your family would have been a tempting prize for any of my friends and I can assure you none of them would be as generous as I have been with you."

I realize that the sad thing about all of this is that he actually thinks he's being nice to me. His body pushes into mine again. "Look at me when I talk to you," he snaps harshly. I look up into his silver eyes and shiver at the fury I see there. "From this moment on things are going to change."

I don't know what he could possibly be talking about. I haven't been here long enough for things to change…

"I have tried to be nice and patient with you, but you proved tonight how that just blew up in my face. Now we do things my way."

"What do you mean?" I manage to ask with a tight throat.

"You will have to beg me for everything …." he cuts off as his phone ring. "Go to your room," he orders tightly, steps back from me and glares at me for a few moments as my eyes well up with tears. "I'll be back later." 

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