Owning Her Body

Chapter 5: You will get used to me

The final words he uttered reverberated in my mind, repeating and halting abruptly. Was I in a dream, or was this reality? Was Lucas's offer real?

"I want to own your body..."

This sentence not only echoed in my mind but also felt like a harsh slap across my face. Each impact shook my entire being. It was an immense request, weighing heavily on me. Just an hour ago, he had suggested that spending one night with him could solve my troubles, but I had declined, unable to sell my body.

Now, he sought complete ownership of my body.

One night or complete ownership? Which was the lesser evil?

Both options seemed daunting. His mere kiss had stirred a storm within me, and his touch felt like a hurricane. As I gazed up at him, his hand remained on my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. Once again, he awaited my response.

"What do you mean by owning my body?"

"You declined one night, now I want it indefinitely. I repeat, I want to own your body, Victoria!"

I remained silent, unable to speak.

"This offer..." he continued. "You won't refuse this time, will you?"

Still, I couldn't find my voice.

"Why the silence, Victoria? From now on, your responses will be limited to yes or no. I'm not one for patience; waiting is not in my nature. You will come to understand this in due time."

When I had previously agreed to do whatever he wanted, I never anticipated a proposition like this. The day I crossed paths with Lucas Morrison, I pondered the significance of power.

Indeed, power held importance. With strength, one would never be at the mercy of helplessness. Everything could be resolved with a single word. Yet, in my weakness, I found myself with no option but to accept this offer.

On the contrary, Lucas Morrison instilled fear within me. In my attempt to flee from one devil, I found myself kneeling before another.

"J-just one night," I managed to say, but he cut me off, refusing to let me continue.

"You are not in a position to negotiate. I already told you. That was the offer an hour ago. This is my offer now. Either you accept it, or I'll leave you here. I won't care about you!"

The only word that resonated in my mind was 'cruel'. He chuckled as if he could sense my thoughts.

"I can almost hear you thinking 'cruel' right now. Yes, I am cruel. Life has made me this way."

"I didn't say that," I replied.

He gently caressed my chin. "Don't deceive yourself, Victoria. I understand, and it's alright. Remember, no one does a favor without expecting something in return. And in our case, I want it now."

His gaze held me captive as he continued to stroke my chin. Looking into his eyes heightened my unease; it felt as though there was a magnetic force drawing me in. He exuded a compelling aura that attracted others to him.

"I believe you'll agree. You're not foolish, Victoria. You're desperate, and I'm presenting you with an offer you can't refuse."

"Why me? What do you intend to do with my body?"

I felt inexperienced, a fact he was keenly aware of.

He chuckled. "Why you? If I do you a favor, what more can you offer me besides your body? Will you become my slave or maid? I have no interest in that."

I persisted, "There are plenty of other girls around you. I can't fulfill your desires."

The guards were at a distance, allowing me to speak freely; otherwise, I would have been overwhelmed with embarrassment.

"Perhaps your innocence is what entices me. Don't try to dissuade me, Victoria. I've made my offer. Now, I am asking you for the final time. I won't inquire again; I'll leave if you refuse. Do you accept it?"

He was right. No one is truly good. He wasn't good either. A tear escaped my eye, unnoticed by him.

Why did he desire me so intensely? There had to be a motive behind his actions.

"Victoria! I've made it clear that I dislike waiting! Answer me now."

Contemplating my family and my own well-being, I realized he held the power to rescue us from the clutches of that man. I had no other recourse.

I nodded in agreement. "I agree."

A smirk played on his lips. "I knew you would agree. You had to, Victoria. I mentioned something to you in that room, remember? Nobody is truly good. Actions can be deceiving. I advise you to bear this in mind. Do you comprehend it better now?"

"Yes," I murmured.

As I continued to gaze up at him from the ground, he grasped my arm and helped me to my feet. Now, I stared into his eyes more intently. They were as dark as night, much like him.

His gaze seemed to engulf me in that darkness, and willingly, I allowed myself to be drawn into its depths. It was as though I was succumbing to that darkness, willingly drowning in it.

"Following this—"

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence. He anticipated my thoughts and swiftly took action. Lucas Morrison was even smarter than I thought.

"Get into the car without looking around! We'll discuss this further later. For now, you have a task," he instructed, gesturing towards the vehicle behind him.

He warned me not to glance around due to the presence of bodies.

"Get inside, Victoria."

"Okay."

One of the guards called out to him, "Boss!"

As Lucas Morrison's attention shifted towards the commotion, I followed his gaze and was left speechless. The guards were escorting a man by his collar, indicating they had captured someone.

"We caught one of the escapees. They are still searching for the other one."

Lucas proceeded towards them, his presence exuding a dangerous aura even as he walked.

The guards held the man firmly by his shoulders.

I remained a few steps behind him, feeling as though I had been forgotten as Lucas grasped the man's face between his index finger and thumb.

"Why did you flee from us? Are you afraid?" he inquired, his tone firm.

The man trembled under his gaze, and I observed the scene unfold, reminiscent of that day.

Oh, Victoria... old habits die hard. Lucas would surely be displeased if he noticed my failure to follow him to the car, but I found myself rooted in place. I wondered if the man would divulge any information about my father.

"Speak up! Did you contact your dishonorable master? What did you tell him? Did you inform him that Lucas Morrison arrived and instilled fear? Or did you claim incompetence and that you defeated us? Which one?"

"I didn't make any calls. There were no phone conversations, but David would come once he realized we were delayed. The cars have GPS devices," the man responded.

Lucas chuckled coldly. "I prefer this response. Now, tell me. Where did your companion go?"

"Which companion?"

Lucas let out another laugh, his attempt at manipulation evident in his demeanor. As he began to tighten his grip on the man's face, the man's pained moans revealed the pressure he was applying.

"If you don't want me to refresh your memory, just speak up!" Lucas demanded.

"I'm not sure, he went in the opposite direction. Perhaps he contacted David's group. They may arrive soon," the man responded.

"Let them come. In fact, their arrival would please me. They won't pose much of a threat to me," Lucas stated confidently before releasing his hold on the man's face.

"Take this wretch! Escort him to the car. Locate the other man immediately. Extend our special hospitality to our guests. You understand what I mean," he instructed the guards.

As the guards led the man towards the car, Lucas turned his attention towards me, his expression marked by a deep frown. As he approached me, a foreign, deep voice interjected.

"David Thompson has arrived! Say hello to me!" the voice announced. Following the declaration, a gunshot rang out, and I found myself on the ground with Lucas shielding me.

A sudden shot had been fired, but in the darkness, I couldn't discern the source. Stunned by the moment, I noted Lucas's angry command.

"Apprehend him at once!" he bellowed.

The searing pain in my arm felt like fire, a sharp contrast to the shock of being shot. The intense agony in my right upper arm made it difficult to move. I had been hit. Struggling to cope with the pain, I noticed Lucas examining me closely, his face hovering in proximity to mine.

He inquired, his breath brushing against me, "What happened? Were you shot?"

"The pain in my arm is unbearable," I whispered, the intensity causing my head to spin.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I observed his rigid posture.

"I instructed you to head to the car! You must learn to heed my words, Victoria."

Unable to respond, my eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the pain. In his arms, I succumbed to unconsciousness.

***

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a room. My right arm still throbbed with pain. Gingerly touching my hand, I noticed it was bandaged, causing a sharp stinging sensation when I withdrew.

I was in deep trouble once more.

A surge of panic swept over me as I realized I was wearing only a bra.

He stole from me!

Frantically, I checked beneath me and saw that my jeans were still on. Taking a deep breath, I realized he had only removed my top to dress my arm.

Sitting on the bed, I scanned the plain room encompassing a wardrobe, armchair, and bed.

Spotting a zippered sweatshirt on the armchair, I hurriedly put it on, catching a whiff of Lucas's scent.

Struggling but managing to don the sweatshirt, I turned my head and was taken aback by what I saw.

We were in a towering place. Before me, I beheld the towering skyscrapers in clear view.

Given my background in architecture, I had sketched such buildings before, but this was my first time inside one.

Turning at the sound of footsteps in the hallway, the door then swung open with a bang in less than two seconds.

Lucas changed out of his suit and into more casual attire. I was relieved that I had worn the sweatshirt.

As he stood before me, a hint of a smirk graced his lips, and without hesitation, he spoke, "You're awake."

"I just woke up," I replied to him.

In truth, I was hungry, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

"How's your arm? Are you in pain?" he inquired.

"It stings a little," I responded.

"Come to the hall," he instructed before leaving.

I followed him and found myself in a plain yet functional hall. The simplicity of the house struck me, yet it contained everything needed. My eyes landed on the table, noticing that breakfast was prepared.

"I'm going to the bathroom, but where is it?" I asked.

"It's in the room at the end of the hall," he directed me before heading to the table.

Lucas remained silent about his proposition from the previous night. I sensed his gaze on me as I moved about.

As I approached a door, I heard his sudden warning, "Don't!"

Turning towards him, I paused.

"Don't go into that room! It's not the right time! The bathroom is on the other side!" he clarified.

I hesitated, retracting my hand as if it had grazed fire. What lay beyond that door? Why such a reaction? Moreover, what did he mean by "not the right time"?

I quickly made my way to the bathroom and upon returning, he gestured towards the food to his right.

Since I couldn't use my right arm, I struggled to eat with my left hand. I found it challenging to eat while being observed, and despite my hunger, I managed only a few bites.

While he ate, his gaze remained on me.

"Don't enter that room until I give you permission," he instructed.

"What's in there?" I inquired.

"If I intended to tell you, I wouldn't have stopped you from entering. You'll find out when the time is right. Just follow my instructions for now," he directed firmly.

I nodded in agreement. The allure of that room piqued my curiosity. Would he be displeased if I ventured inside?

Victoria, your curiosity won't lead to anything positive for you!"

Swiftly banishing the thought from my mind, I refocused on the present.

As he wrapped up his meal, engrossed in his phone, he glanced up upon hearing me speak.

"I..."

"Let's attend to your arm first before we converse. Don't rush."

He wanted me to be patient, as if he wasn't in a hurry.

After breakfast, we settled on the couch once more. As he excused himself to the bathroom, I watched him, noticing how his t-shirt clung to his form, accentuating his muscles. He exuded an intense, captivating energy, akin to a burning fire.

My lips still tingled from our previous encounter; the sensation was undeniable. My hand instinctively moved towards my lips.

Upon his return, I withdrew my hand, only to hear him abruptly command, "Take off your clothes!"

Startled, given I was only wearing a bra, I stammered, "I-I don't want to," my gaze meeting his in alarm.

"Remove it immediately before I rip it off!" he demanded angrily. "I already saw everything last night!"

As my cheeks burned with shame, he approached me with purpose. Without seeking my consent, he began to unzip my garment, each slow pull causing my heart to race. The anxiety in my chest surged, driven more by fear than excitement - or so I tried to convince myself.

"When I give you an instruction, Victoria, follow it. It's for the best for both of us," he asserted.

"This is too much for me," I protested, meeting his gaze.

Ignoring my words, he gazed at my face as he unzipped the garment, brushing against the side of my right arm, yet leaving the other side untouched. Though his gaze averted from me towards my arm, our proximity remained intense.

Studying his features in the daylight, I observed his harsh yet handsome appearance. The conflicting thoughts raced through my mind.

He unwrapped the bandage, examining it closely and remarking, "It looks better," before re-bandaging it.

As his index finger trailed provocatively from the bandaged area downward, a shiver ran through me. The sensation intensified as his touch crept up my ankle.

"W-What are you doing?" I questioned, taken aback.

"Shh," he hushed me, silencing me.

His hand moved upwards, reaching my shoulders and ultimately landing on my birthmark, where he began to caress it gently.

With my eyes closed, I felt his touch on my birthmark, his fingers tracing its outline. As he brushed my hair away, a shiver ran down my spine, his breath warm against my ear as he inquired, "How did you get this mark?"

"At birth," I answered softly.

"No one else will see it, only me. Keep it concealed beneath your hair or clothing," he pronounced firmly.

I didn't understand that when he said it. What kind of nonsense was this?

"I don't understand..."

"Don't question it, Victoria. Just follow my instructions. Your birthmark will remain hidden from others," he reiterated before lowering his hand.

As the front of the sweater lay open, it easily slid down without any hindrance. My body reacted distinctly when his touch grazed the exposed part of my chest. A surge of discomfort surged through me, particularly when his index finger brushed against my n****e over the bra, prompting me to push him away. "Don't do that," I protested.

He pulled his hand away but was still close. "You will get used to me slowly, Victoria. I will slowly prepare you for myself. I know you're a virgin. You will only be special to me. Remember this, I won't do more unless you want, but you'll want it too! You will beg me to continue!"

How long will this continue? I ceased questioning why this was happening to me. Lucas Morrison's was strange. He harbored profoundly intense desires.

"How long will this go on? What if I wish to leave?" I questioned him.

Suddenly, he seized me by the waist and drew me closer, brushing his lips against mine. "You will stay with me until I permit you to leave! No one can separate you from me! Understand this clearly! Henceforth, you are exclusively mine!"