PREDATOR BRIDE

Sold To The Devil

Melissa POV

I stumbled out of the car, my legs wobbly beneath me. The driver had stopped in front of the club, and the people inside had let me out, their faces twisted into cruel smiles. One of them had injected me with something, and I could feel its effects coursing through my veins. My vision blurred, and my senses dulled.

The butler said before I blanked out, and I knew those words weren't for me but for someone else, “Make sure she's safely dropped there! And inject her with this” he said, and brought out a syringe.

I looked down at myself, and my eyes widened in horror. I was wearing a ridiculous outfit that looked like a rug, with tassels and fringes that seemed to be everywhere. I had no idea how I had ended up in this getup, but I knew I had to get out of there.

The only thing I could remember was that woman and daughter's face and then… The butler.

The neon lights of the club flashed above me, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the dark alleyway. I stumbled forward, my heels clicking on the pavement as I made my way towards the entrance. The bouncer barely gave me a second glance before stepping aside, his eyes lingering on my bizarre outfit.

I pushed through the crowds of people waiting in line, ignoring their snickers and whispers as I rushed past. The music was deafening, the beat throbbing through my body like a second heartbeat. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, and my senses began to blur.

I spotted a staircase, partially hidden by a velvet curtain, and made a beeline for it. My feet pounded the stairs, the music growing fainter as I descended deeper into the club's underbelly. The air grew thick with an eerie silence, the only sound the creaking of the stairs beneath my feet.

I reached the bottom and pushed open a door, slipping into a room that seemed to exist outside of time. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with an unspoken menace. I stumbled forward, my eyes scanning the space for any sign of safety.

That's when I saw him. He sat on a throne-like chair, his face chiseled from granite, his eyes piercing and cold. His presence was solid, imposing, and yet... handsome. Strikingly so. I felt a flutter in my chest, but it wasn't attractive. It was desperation.

The drug coursing through my veins seemed to be taking effect, making my senses blur and my thoughts scatter. I felt a sudden rush of desire, a primal urge that seemed to override my fear. I pushed it aside, focusing on the man's piercing gaze.

"Please," I begged, falling to my knees in front of him. "You have to help me. They're after me." My voice was slurred, my words barely coherent.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension. I could sense the fear emanating from the people around us, their eyes fixed on the man with a mixture of awe and terror. But I didn't care. All I cared about was the man's piercing gaze, the way he seemed to see right through me.

I grabbed his arm, my fingers digging into his sleeve. "Please," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "Help me."

The man's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching for something. I didn't know what. All I knew was that I was at his mercy, and I was willing to do anything for his help.

As I looked up at him, my vision began to blur, and I felt myself slipping into a hallucinatory world. I saw strange creatures dancing around me, their faces twisted into grotesque grins. I felt the man's hand on my arm, his touch burning through my skin like fire.

"Please," I whispered, my voice lost in the darkness. "Help me."

“ Who are you?” he asked, his voice cold in the silent room.

“ I'm… I'm…. I'm Meli...ssa. I don't know….. but… please help me. And I'll also help you!” Despite the hallucination, I pleaded.

The man's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with an air of authority. "What makes you think I can help you?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt a surge of hope, mixed with a growing sense of desperation. The drug was coursing through my veins, making my thoughts scatter and my senses blur. I tried to focus, to plead my case to this mysterious man.

"Please," I repeated, my voice shaking. "They're after me. I don't know what they want, but I know I have to get away from them."

The man's gaze seemed to bore into mine, searching for something. I didn't know what he was looking for, but I knew I had to convince him to help me.

“ What made you think you could help me?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"I'll do anything," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just please, help me."

The man's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to gleam with interest. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice low and husky. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the implications of my words. But I didn't care. I was desperate, and I would do anything to escape the people who were chasing me.

"Anything," I repeated, my voice firm. "I'll do whatever you want, just please, help me."

The man's gaze seemed to hold mine, his eyes burning with an inner fire. For a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of something in his eyes, something that looked almost like interest.

And then, in a voice that was both commanding and terrifying, he spoke. "Stand up," he said, his words dripping with authority. "Let's see what you're offering."

I felt a surge of fear, mixed with a growing sense of unease. But I knew I had to do this. I had to convince this man to help me, no matter what it took.

I stood up, my legs wobbly beneath me. The man's gaze seemed to roam over me, his eyes lingering on my bizarre outfit. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, but I pushed it aside.

I would do whatever it took to survive. And if that meant submitting to this mysterious man, then so be it. I was ready to do whatever it took to stay alive.

But a voice said something, something that drew the man's attention.

“ Boss, she's the one!” the man's voice, barely audible to me.

“ Which ?” the mysterious man asked.

“ The one sold by the Pearson family!” With that, I fell into the mysterious man's body.

“ Do you know me?” His voice is husky and calm.

“No!” I replied, my hands roaming around his chest.

“ You were sold to me, lady!”

“ To you! How and why?” I whispered

“ Yes, to me. And to be my Bride!”