His Possession

Disobedient

MILES PETROVA'S POV

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Elaine came walking into the dining hall alone , no girl by her side nor behind her and I frown . " Where's the girl ?" I ask , my hands balling into fists as she shifts uncomfortably instead of telling me straight where the girl is .

I am very impatient man .

" Elaine ." I grit out , anger bubbling in my chest . " Sir , she is asleep and refused to come ." she mutters in a soft voice , but loud enough to hear her . " Refused ? Did you even try to wake her ?" I raise a questionable brow at her and she nods .

A girl gets kidnapped and refuses to do as she is told ? What the hell ? Does she have a death wish ?

" Room number ." I demand . " Ten ." her eyes meet the floor and I had the urge to throw this butter knife laying in front of me at her . " Leave ." I grit out as I push my chair out . As I stand up , I button my blazer up and stride towards the door . Walking down the long hallway , going down the steps at the end of it and scan my hand print at the grey door . It flicked green before it made a loud clicking sound , unlocking . I push the door open before striding into the cellar , investigating the floor for any sign of dirt , which luckily there isn't . I don't come down here a lot , but when I do unexpectedly , I expect it to be cleaner than a hospital .

Striding towards the doors , stopping in front of the door with the number ten on it . I scan my hand against the padlock and it unlocks . I push the bottom of the door open with my foot before entering the small room . I look at the shower , sink and toilet and then my eyes flick over at the double size bed . The girl looks so petite , she doesn't look eighteen , but that is what her file says . Her dark wavy hair is spread out on the bed and I lean back against the small wall that cut the toilet off , staring at the girl that's curled up into a ball .

She stirs and my eyes widen as she suddenly turns around , her light orbs flick open and then shut again and then back open again . I notice her body tensing up before she sits up , her eyes locked with mine . " Who the hell are you ?" she grits out .

Feisty , perfect .

She frowns at me , but her eyes curiously swallow me in . " The one who invited you to dinner ." My eyes narrow into slits . She raises her eyebrows at me , as if expecting more . I want to smile at her expression , most girls behave , look away and do as they are told , but she's .. different .

" Aren't you something else ?" I chime in amusement and she shrugs at me , she probably thinks she is ordinary , but I can tell she's far from being like everyone else . " Why am I here ?" she asks and I notice how her small hands clutch the pillow in her fists .

A disobedient girl doesn't get the answers she wants . " You're actually very pretty ." I inform her as I intertwine my fingers in front of me . I don't lie , she is the most beautiful girl I have seen in a very long time . " I don't think I asked for your opinion on my appearance ." she mutters unamused by my compliment .

I hate it when they're stubborn .

I stride over to her , my tall frame leaning over her sitting one . I stare down at her , " I don't care what you think ." I grit out . I felt relief as she seemed to look frightened . " Ditto ." she snarls at me and I snap . I reach for her dark wavy hair , grabbing a fist full of it .

It's so soft .

I pull her head back , staring down at her I could feel my darker side grow . I could feel my eyes changing and I knew I should stop , but I couldn't . Her blue eyes was so bright , it felt as if my anger was drowning away in them . Her eyes widen with panic and she takes in a deep breath , her hand clutching around my wrist as she tries to pull back . " Stop being such a brat ." I grit out , glaring down at her . " Let me go ." she yells and I could hear the plead in her voice , but it was so relaxing . " You shut your trap or I'll shove something inside it to shut you up ." her mouth clamps shut and I smirk at her . With every plead that escapes her lips , my c**k hardens and I don't want to f**k her , yet . " So your ears do work ." I raise my eyebrows at her before I loosen my grip on her hair , shoving her backwards and she hits her head against the wall , a yelp falling from her lips as she reaches for the back of her head , rubbing it .

That felt empowering . " You will get dressed for dinner in something .. purple . Don't make me come down here again . You have five hours ." I grit out before I turn and stride out of the room , pulling the door shut behind me . " I hate you !" she yells as I pull the door shut and the words were like music to my ears , except I hate music , the loud noise in my ears gives me a headache .

I don't particularly like her either , but she has soft skin . Her hair is so soft , touching her was an accident , I don't usually touch the girls I have over . I observe them , study them and then decide what I would do with them , drop them off with their minds wiped , drain them of blood or just plainly murder them . I know it's silly , but I keep them all around until the rooms are full , feeding them , taking care of them and when I don't like the last one , I get rid of them and start over . All the girls in these rooms have dark hair , but the way this girl's hair felt between my fingers was soothing , it felt right .

"Elaine ." I bellow as I walk towards the kitchen , I need blood . Elaine runs into the kitchen , holding her wrist out and I grin as I grab a knife , taking a wine glass and placing it on the counter . " What is that girl's name ?" I could not help but be curious . I cut her wrist over the glass and blood pools into it . " Peyton Rose ." she hisses at the stinging of the cut and I watched the red blood fill the round glass . " Pretty name ." I mutter , grabbing a cloth and I hand it to her . " Thank you ." I nod before picking up the wine glass and walking out of the kitchen , sipping on the fresh blood .

" Oh , she is expected for dinner in something purple !" I yell back to the kitchen door and I hear Elaine mutter a " Yes sir ."

I like it when people obey me , like Elaine , she's a blonde , she listens and she does as she is told , probably because I compelled her to do as I say , but nonetheless , she never fails me . I found Elaine when I moved to New York , she was on the street , begging and because she has no one else , she was the perfect candidate for this job .