STRIP NAKED
1087 Words
**Abby**
I feel the unfamiliar environment and aura the moment I wake up. I open my eyes slowly and looks around. I feel a shadow hovering over me and immediately sit up, alert.
My eyes widen in shock as I find a man standing over me. His aura alone seems powerful. I suck in a sharp breath.
“Finally,” I heard him say lazily. “You’re awake. I was beginning to get bored waiting for you.” He said mockingly.
I blink my eyes rapidly cause I'm confuse for a minute and can't seem to know this man or where I am.
“Where the f**k am I? Who the hell are you?” My voice tremble as I ask, caught between fury and panic but I force myself to say it louder and bold.
He stand tall at the edge of the bed with his hands in his pockets while he lock his sharp eyes on me.
“Interesting," He murmur. His voice is low but it sounds dangerous. “You sound like a woman who has no idea why she’s lying in my bed, in my house and under my roof.”
He then chuckle dryly. "It seems the knocked out from my guards makes you lose your memory. Poor thing.” He said with a mocking tone, edge with cruelty. “Or maybe you really don’t know what your dear father has done to you.”
And then all the memories came rushing in all at once. Hazia’s betrayal, Tristan cheating, My father using me for his cold and selfish bargain. All the memories flood in until my chest ache with raw pain.
He straighten himself with his expression hard and his aura unshakable. “I’m Don Alexander,” he declares, each word dripping with authority. “Your new master.”
Fucking Hell. "W-What?" I stammer out.
No. I can't do this. I can't stay here.
I need to get out of here. There is no way in hell am going to be someone property and prison. I won't be used as a means of exchange. NEVER.
My body jolts into action. I throw the bed covers off and get up from the bed, my legs wobbles as I run to the door.
I barely take a few steps before a firm grip clamp down on me and in one swift motion, Alex haul me back and shove me down on a sofa.
He is strong. I give him that but it's terrifying. I barely have time to fight back before I'm been pin down.
“Leave me the f**k alone!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I try to break free from his hold with my voice full with panic. “I am not your property! I am no one’s property!” I said sternly to him.
I kick him and lung for the door again. But he is faster. He fist his hand on my hair and jerk me back with a cruel snap. He drag me back and push me on the sofa once more.
“Sit down,” he growl, his voice sound and dangerous now. It vibrate through the air like a warning shot.
I fight against the tears burning my eyes and said to him. “Please...Let me go.” I pleads with my voice c***k. I struggle against his hold on my hair, the pain is becoming too much.
“You can’t leave.” He said firmly, while leaning in on me. His face is merely inches away from mine now and I can feel his breath brushing my face. It makes goosebumps rise on my skin.
His dark and merciless eyes bore into mine as he said. “You’re mine now. So shut the f**k up and do what you're here for.”
“I would never be your s****l slave.” I voice out with my voice shaking. “Nobody owns me. I’m not an object. You can’t just have your men bring me here and decide I’m yours.”
He study me for a while and then smirks. His expression turn cold. “From the look of things, you do belong to me now." He firmly said. "You're mine to possess and I would to anything I want with you, at anytime and anywhere I want." He adds with a wicked glint in his eyes.
The words make my stomach twist. My throat feel dry and I almost choke. “You can’t be serious. I have my own life. I have a career. I’m a medical student for f**k’s sake! You think I’ll waste two years of my life locked in your world? No. No, I won’t.” I lift my chin and said firmly to him. “Never on this earth. Not even in your dreams.” I challenge him.
“Your father owes me millions of dollars.” he said flatly, as if it explains everything.
“I’ll pay you back!” I blurts out cause I'm desperate to get out of here. “I will pay you back every penny. I’ll find a way, just—please—let me go.”
He smirk and shake his head. His eyes gleam with dark amusement. “You can’t pay me back.” He say bluntly.
"Enough with the talking." He raise his hand to shut me off. "Now, strip and go on all fours."
"You must be crazy to think I would do that." I glare at him. "You know what?" I hiss while glaring at him. "f**k yourself."
He grips my neck in a brutal hold, nearly choking me and his face twisted with rage. My chest rises and falls in sharp bursts as he leans closer with his breath hot against my lips. His palm slides over my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.
He lean closer to my ear and whisper in a low and dangerous voice. “I don't want to forcefully touch you. I don’t want to tie you up either. So don’t test my patience. I hate disobedience… and I hate stubbornness even more.”
"Strip naked now!"
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