Enslaved

Chapter 4

The same man that killed my parents is standing in front of me. An expensive coat covers his body and his cologne can be smelt from a mile. He holds a chiseled face and an unreadable expression. His dressing sense screams money and he holds a powerful aura around him. Making me shiver in fear.

A yelp escapes my lips, remembering all the horrid things he did to me.

" I'm glad you remember me Mikros. " The man states, smirking at my reaction.

I look at him horrified. My body starts trembling in fear, flashbacks of the previous night come crashing in.

" Yo..you...he..he is the o..one! " I exclaim. Trying to get someone's attention.

My gaze then travels towards his hands, where he holds some dangling keys. He follows my eyes and smirks at what I'm looking at.

" These...are the keys to your locker. " He states, with a malicious grin.

At this point, all my bravery fades away. The man himself holds a dominating aura and an evil expression.

He inserts the keys and strides in. I scoot back to the corner, pushing myself in the brick-hard walls.

" So you remember me. Do you also remember last night little one? " The man asks shamelessly. His voice holding a playful tone. As if he is toying with me.

I look at him, astonished.

" You shouldn't have come here. " He warns, losing the playfulness in his voice. His orbs go dark and he stares at me with an intimidating gaze, as if boring holes into my soul.

He slowly progresses towards me, and I push back towards the wall a little further.

Finally, he stands right in front of me.

He raises his hand, and I whimper closing my eyes.

" Scared? " He implores.

I open my eyes to see that I am caged in between his bulky arms. The degree of proximity between us becoming greater and greater with each passing second. He stands so close that I can inhale his minty breath.

" Why come here when you fear me so much Mikros? " He inquires. Absorbing the terror smudged in my eyes.

" Or is it to grab my attention? " He asks with a grin. My eyes go wide at that statement.

Why would I want his attention?

" You murdered my parents. " I state.

" That I did. " He replies proudly.

" Why did you do that? Wh...what wrong did my parents do to you? What wrong did I do to you? You've ruined my life. " I accuse, weeping. Feeling completely helpless.

" Your father messed up with the wrong people, he messed with the Mafia. He had to pay the price. But poor you...got dragged into something you knew nothing of. I can make amendments for you Mikros. " He states with a husky voice, he extends his hand forward. Caressing my cheek gently. The same cheek Sherrif Sandy slapped on.

" Don't touch me! " I seethe, his touch burning my skin.

" And why not? " He asks boldly. Now caressing the side of my breast through my shirt. His strong hands pressing on my soft skin.

" Because I said so. " I state, adamantly.

He isn't bothered in the least though.

" Whose going to stop me, Mikros? " He asks, chuckling.

His hands snake down south and he reaches the hem of my jeans.

" If you comply and be a good girl, I'll reward you. If you insist on being a bad girl, you'll get punished. " The psychopath comments, molesting me.

I push his hand away from my jeans and raise my hand to slap him.

But, before I can do so. My tiny hand is blocked mid-air. He grips my hand in a vice-like grip.

" I just stopped you from making the greatest mistake of your petty life. Don't you f*****g raise your hand on me or it will have consequences. Do you understand Mikros? " He asks, incredibly peeved by the fact that I tried to hit him.

He looks at me, expecting my apology. When he doesn't receive one, he increases the pressure on my wrist to a point it might break.

I pull my hand away with all the strength left in me and spit right on his face.

His body stuns a little, and I take that as a chance to run to the other side of the locker, which isn't very far away.

He wipes the saliva away, and when he opens his eyes. They are blood red. The hue of his eyes screams one thing, Murder!

Whose? Mine!

" I NEED THE SHERRIF HERE, NOW! " He booms. His voice echoing around the empty walls, falling to my ears like thunder to the ground.

The sheriff scurries towards my locker whereas I stay glued to the wall. Why do I feel like I made a mistake?

" Why is there a red imprint on her cheek? " He asks, menacingly.

" I..sir..s..she..." The sheriff tries to come up with an excuse.

Within seconds, the man takes out his pistol and shoots the sheriff in his leg. The sheriff wails in anguish yet no other officer approaches the scene. Afraid to piss him off.

" You do not damage my property without my permission Sandy. This will help you remember. " He rages, all his wrath falling upon the officer.

The officer in a state of unconditional suffering still nods and apologizes. Careful not to piss the Stanley Twin off.

He then takes a sharp turn, looking at me furiously.

" Bad news for you Mikros. You just became my property. I own you from now. " He threatens, eyeing me from head to toe. A malicious grin plastered on his face. His eyes portraying the immense fury he holds inside. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under.

He then leaves without looking back, smacking the door of the locker shut. The sound of the smack shakes up my entire existence and my body trembles in fear.

" He left..." I mumble to myself. He claimed me as his property yet left without causing any harm.

" Don't be stupid. He's coming for you. Enjoy the last few days of your freedom because you're soon going to be enslaved by the Stanley Twins. " The Sherrif warns, his voice lacking any humor.

He is serious. They're coming for me!