His Possession

PEYTON'S POV - I thought the worst day of my life , was when my last parent died , my mom . She wasn't always the best , we argued and we fight , but I know that she loves me . I have always been a daddy's girl , he was my rock , my everything . My mother and I never got along , until he died of an asthma attack . He was at work when it happened and I remember it like it was yesterday . I laughed it off like a joke , but when I how my mom started to cry , a scream ripped through her throat and I felt it , the pain of him being gone hit me like a train . My mother died of a heart attack , caused by high blood pressure two weeks ago and I thought it was the worst day ever , the thought of losing my last living relative , but here I am , trapped in a trunk of a moving car . How did I get here ? I was walking back to the foster home to gather my things , because I am eighteen today and can no longer live there . I was grabbed and stuffed into this compact trunk — that stunk like rotting meat . Oh god , what if I'm about to die ? What if others died here before me and that's why it's rotting ?  God no , I don't want to die on my birthday !  The car began to slow down , it made a right turn before it came to a halt . I start to kick against the trunk , screaming " Help !" , hoping someone , who can save me , would hear me . I hear whispers of voices right outside . It sounds like they're right here , so I begin to scream again . " Help ! Someone please help !" I yell , my voice cracking as I choke on my own tears . " Shut her up !" A man's voice booms and I freeze as fear runs through my body . Of course this would happen to me on my birthday , because why ?  Because people don't care about other's unless they're rich , famous or pretty -- which if you didn't guess , I am not one of those . And the best part is , I am a orphan so literally nobody is going to look for me because the sad truth is , nobody knows that I am gone .  I flinch my eyes shut as the trunk opens , the sun beams shining right down into my blue eyes . A pair of large hands grabs my arms . I yelp as he tugs me out of the awful smelling trunk and for that , I am slightly grateful as my feet hit the ground . Opening my eyes , I freeze , my breathing stops and my heart skips a beat . I am surrounded by men in suits . " The boss said to put her with the rest ." the one demands , but I did not see who spoke . " Please no , I don't want to die ." I choke out as a sob threatens to leave my throat . " Shut it ." the man who's holding me tightens his grip on my arm . " Ow !" I hiss as I try to pull away , but I'm only struck in the face . My dark hair hangs over my face and I'm left speechless . He just hit me . " Now keep your mouth shut before I shove something down it ." he whispers and I look around , trying to recognise where I am , but there's no luck . We're a big yard , a big grey mansion was right next to me as the man dragged me around it . " Please let me go . I won't tell anyone ." I plead as he pulls a cellar door open that led into the ground . " No one would believe you anyways ." he shrugs as he drags me down the slim steps .  I was surprised at the tidiness of the place , I expected dust and dirt , but there was a long hallway filled with closed doors , except one , the last one on the left . " What is this ?" I ask , looking around curiously and the man only scoffs as we come to a halt in front of the open door . " Maybe your hell , maybe your freedom . I don't care ." he says so calmly that it actually makes me shift uncomfortably . " In ." he shoves me through the doorframe and I trip over my own feet , falling to the cold white tiled floor . Before I could turn around and look at the man to ask him why I'm here , he shuts the door in my face . " What the hell is going on ?" I grit out as I stand to my feet , looking around and the only light came from the small lamp next to the double size bed .  This is too strange . I glance over at the shower in the corner , a toilet in the other corner behind a wall about a metre long and the sink in the middle of it . There was a towel on the chair and I stride over to the wooden closet that is painted white . Taking in a sharp breath , I pull on the doors , gasping as I peak inside . It was filled with fancy clothes , sleepwear , underwear .. everything . I gulp as I pull a shirt out , seeing it's my size , but how did they know ? Have they been watching me ? Was this a planned kidnapping ? A shiver runs down my spine , making my legs weak . I slowly step back , the back of my knees hitting the bed and I sit down . This can't be happening . It must be a dream . I hurriedly pinch myself , hoping that I would wake up , but I don't .  My toes , in my dreams I have extra toes .  I hurriedly bend down , kicking off my sneakers and I start to count .  One , two , three , four , five - I look at my other foot - six , seven , eight , nine , ten .. No extra toes .  I close my eyes , praying that I won't die .  If they wanted to kill me , then I'd be dead already . Or if they wanted to kill me , they wouldn't be looking after me like this . A loud beeping noise echoes through the room and I grimace at the sound .  " It is time to eat , my new lovely , please take a shower and get dressed in something red . Someone will be at your door in half an hour to collect you ." the man's voice rings through my ears and I frown . Wait what ?  I stare at the clock on the bedside table , noticing it's two pm . Who the hell eats at two thirty if the afternoon ? Rolling my eyes , I look around . I am not eating with whoever had me kidnapped . I sit on the bed and ten minutes pass by when I hear the door unlock . I pull my knees to my chest as I blankly stare at a woman entering the room . " Why haven't you showered yet ?" she asks baffled , as if I was going to do as I am told .  " Because I don't want to ." I scoff . " Listen here lady , or you can quickly shower and I get you to that man on time or you can starve for a week , maybe two . It depends on how mad you make him ." her voice isn't threatening , it's shaky and she seemed frightened . " Who is it ?" I ask . " Someone you don't want to piss off ." she sighs and I glance at the floor . " I don't care . Then I'll starve ." I grit out annoyed . If someone wants to kidnap me and force me to do things , they better do it themselves and stop sending people to do his dirty job . I could feel the woman's gaze on me , but I didn't care .  I lay down on the bed , turning my back to her and I face the wall . The bed is comfy .  I lazily turn onto my other side , my eyes fluttering open and shut and then open again . My body tenses up as I notice a man standing against the wall near the door . I sit up , frowning at him . " Who the hell are you ?" I grit out , he wasn't old , but it was clear he wasn't my age .  " The one who invited you to dinner ." His eyes were narrowed into slits , his dark hair gelled back in a slick style that made him hotter than he actually is . I raise my eyebrows at him in response .  So he is the man who I shouldn't piss of , but what the hell is he going to do ? Starve me ? Been there , done that . I am use to it . " Aren't you something else ." His eyes were cold and his stare was hard . I shrug at him , clutching the pillow in my hands . " Why am I here ?" I ask , having no shame . His eyebrows raise in surprise . " You're actually very pretty ." he hums , his hands locking in front of him . " I don't think I asked for your opinion on my appearance ." I mutter as I hold his stare . He strides over to me , at first I didn't think anything of it . If he wants to act big , go ahead , but I have seen worse in this world . " I don't care what you think ." he grits out , his honey eyes glares down at me as his tall frame hovers over me . " Ditto ." I snarl at him , which I realize was a mistake the second he grabs a fist full of hair , pulling it back and my neck aches at the quick movement of my head snapping backwards . His eyes pierce right into me and I gulp as his eyes darken , the whites around his brown orbs turn almost black and my heart stops . I yelp out in pain as I try to winch away from him , but there was no hope . His hold on me was too tight .