Chapter Four
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Mr blue-eyes, Geran and myself made our way to the sitting area down the hallway. He still didn't fully understand what had happened and why I was here. He didn't see me that night in the club when I was with Kane, He only remembered me from when I went shopping with Alex.
'What's your name?' I asked him. He smiled.
'Sterling. Sterling Poe'.
'That's a very... different name'. I said with a silent giggle. He just shrugged.
'That's the annoying thing about not naming yourself'.
'Very true'.
'So, Geran, Are you looking after her while she is here?' He suddenly asked. I felt bad for him again, Being put on the spot.
'Well, I was just showing her around. Master Christopher hasn't given her any jobs yet, So isn't getting familiar with the house better than her sitting in a dark room all day and night?' I raised an eyebrow in amusement. This guy really didn't care about his attitude, did he?
'Quite right. So do you-'
'And what is going on here?' My head snapped up. It was him. My new master. Geran stood up instantly.
'Nothing, I was just having a little catch up with this lovely lady'. Sterling told him.
'Oh brother, Don't waste your time familiarizing yourself with human waste. And you?' Now he was directing his attention to Geran. 'Did I give you permission to go wandering around the house with her?'
'With all due respect Master Christopher, I don't answer or follow your orders. I belong to your parents, Not you'.
My mouth dropped open at how sassy he was. Christopher just gave him a crooked smile and looked at me.
'Follow me'. Not waiting for me to respond, He turned on his heels and headed back out of the room. I got up quickly and giving Sterling and Geran a silent 'excuse me', I hurried to follow him.
I followed Christopher all the way back upstairs and into his bedroom. When I walked in, he turned and demanded me to close the door. I felt dread in my stomach as I did what he asked, And took a long, deep breath in before turning and looking at him.
'Here. Now'. I walked over to him and looked up, Waiting. I didn't have to wait long.
He grabbed ahold of my hair and dragged me to my small bedroom. I cried out in pain, but he just yanked it harder. I silenced myself the best as I could. Opening the door, He threw me inside before walking in himself.
I stayed on the floor, too scared to move.
'You belong to me. Not Sterling. Understand!?'
'Y-yes' I answered, nodding quickly. Though, I never questioned that.
He got on his knees next to me and began ripping my shorts to pieces. I didn't scream.. or protest or even try to stop him in any way.
When I was completely naked from the waist down, He spread my legs open. I knew I was blushing but closed my eyes and tried not to focus on it.
Then I heard a noise. It was quite quiet and I couldn't put my finger on what it was, so I opened my eyes again.
It was a pocket knife.
'What are you going to do with that!?' I yelled. He grinned.
Remaining silent, He lowered the knife down to the thigh. A million things were racing through my mind as he pressed it against my skin. Inches from my clit.
Oh god, oh god, OH GOD!!
Without much warning, He stabbed me. Deep.
I let out a loud scream and tried to move away, Digging my nails into the wooden floor in an attempted to pull away, but he just grabbed my other leg and pulled me back down towards him.
I never stopped trying to get away, but he pushed it in harder, Making me scream louder, but then his hand clamped around my neck.
'Shut the f**k up or I'll snap your neck!' He ordered, Baring his teeth. The pain was excruciating. I didn't think I could remain silent, but by god, I tried.
He started moving the knife. I closed my eyes again, Tears streamed down my face and I bit my lips and the insides f my cheeks over and over in an attempt to take my mind of what was happening.
Eventually, He stopped.
'There. Now no one will ever forget who you belong to again'. He announced, Sounding pleased with himself.
Against my better judgement, I looked down and a whimper of terror escaped my mouth.
Christopher.
He had carved his name into my body. And not small.
C H R I S T O P H E R
It ran from the top of my inner leg, down to my knee. It was ugly.. and now be a constant reminder of what my life was now.
I looked away and started crying again.
He just stood there, grinning.. and started unbuckling his belt. I didn't care.
He could do whatever he wanted to me.
And he did...
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