The Billionaire's New Slave

Chapter3;Mabel

MABEL

The flow of blood stopped instantly in my entire body, although I was still alive, I felt my body going cold. If I could glance at a mirror in this state, I know I would either look like a ghost or look like someone who had seen a ghost.

The little strength I had left, I summoned courage and held his collar loosely.

“Ask him which old man?”

I pleaded with him growing weak by the suspense. He remained calm and seemed to be lost in thoughts. I let go of his collar heading for the door to meet the man myself.

He grabbed me by the collar and dragged back effortlessly till I was in front of him. I couldn’t fight back or argue with him.

Without warning, his hands took hold of my breasts one at a time and ushered them back into the bra. My father and boyfriend have seen me naked a couple of times, my boyfriend had touched my n*****s before too and he had told me how strange it was that there was hair growing around my n*****s. But never have anyone touched me like that and this man standing before me was looking me in the eye as he grabbed my b**bs.

I didn’t know what to feel, I couldn’t allow myself to feel anything even if I wanted to and most importantly I couldn’t break the eye contact even though it became awkward.

“You can’t be going around my house like that!”

He whispered firmly, fixing my buttons.

“Which old man?”

He relayed my question with curiosity in his voice and eyes

“The lady’s father,”

The man answered from behind the door. I took a step backward before my legs went numb and I found myself on the ground. I could hear my new master making enquiries about the death but it was all like a dream and their voice felt distant as they spoke even though they were so close.

“How did it happen?’

“I don’t know the details but he was hit by a truck.”

“Go find out what happen and get back to me.”

“Yes boss.”

“If he’s indeed dead… take care of the corpse,”

“Yes boss!”

“I want to go see my father,”

I demanded when my senses came back.

“It won’t be possible,”

His cold unsympathetic voice denied. My eyes narrowed in shock.

“You are now a slave, my slave forever… I make the rules and give the instructions not you.”

He dictated leaving the room. No, he had to be kidding right? He can’t be telling a grieving lady that b*llshit can he? Maybe he didn’t understand what I was saying.

“My father is dead, all I’m asking for is to go see him one last time, please.”

I broke down running to him pleading in tears.

“If you take a look at the paper I gave you, you’ll see that you have work to do.”

“How can you so heartless?”

I asked following him around. He didn’t stop to talk to me, he pretended I was invincible. I watched him go about his activities without consideration. I gave up collapsing in a nearby couch, I screamed in pain clutching my shirt as I wept for my father. He had gone through a lot in life and now that he’s dead he couldn’t even get a decent burial.

My hands went to head as I bit my lower lip in regret, I yelled in anger pushing and throwing away itms that were within my reach.

He didn’t react but remained focused on his phone but deep down I knew I’d pay for the damages one way or another. At that moment, it didn’t matter, all that mattered was that I had become an orphan, my father was gone forever but I couldn’t bid him goodbye.

“Yes,”

He answered after his phone rang and he picked it.

“Find the truck driver… and make him pay,”

He instructed without blinking an eye. If he thought he was compensating me for not allowing me give my father a befitting burial by punishing my father’s murderer he would have to try again.

I didn’t stop crying, my grief was real… my father was all I had, he was everything to me… just the thought of life without him made my heart ache terribly.

His phone rang again and he picked it. I was a bit calmer and wanted to know what how the burial went.

“Speak,”

Does he always have to be rude and authoritative?

“Boss you need to come down to the company.”

The voice at the other end said firmly. I turned to look at him. He turned to me too on instinct, our eyes met, and I was so sure our face were totally in different conditions.

Mine was a big pile of mess with my hair sticking to my face, perspiration, tears and phlegm decorating it. His on the other hand was in perfect shape, his hair was well combed and some strands of hair fell beautifully at the side of his face. His eyes and lips were parts of his face you can never miss when you look at him. They were so sexy and calling. One close look at his lips and I knew I might lose control even at a sensitive time like this.

I diverted my eyes to his hand immediately as I sniffed in hard.

“What’s going on there?”

“It’s very bad boss,”

The man answered and like a flash of lightening he was up and at the door. I struggled to my feet wiping my face hastily.

“I’m coming with you,”

I announced scurrying towards him.

“I derive pleasure in skinning ladies alive that’s why there are no women in my mansion,”

He paused to allow his confession sink and instill fear in my heart still maintaining eye contact,

“You won’t be the first, neither will you be the last.”

He added before imputing his password on the door and exiting his chamber slamming the door which entered lock immediately. I didn’t move and my mind failed me for the first time in my life.

I have been kidnapped by my father’s murderer

I need your help to escape, come quickly and come alone.

I’ll text you the address.

I texted Max my boyfriend. My new master has met the wrong girl. Grief and pain makes me stronger.