Savage's

CHAPTER 4

*Daisy*

I sat at the dinner table with this unknown family, all dressed up like I belonged with them, even though I know I don't. I know he didn't buy me to wife me, so what is it that he wants from me? My body? That could be the only alternative, and the thought alone had me curling in towards myself.

Before I could dwell on anything else, several servants came out of the kitchen with their hands full of plates. They set one down in front of each of us, including myself. I was shocked to see the food they were serving me was the same as theirs, a filet steak with sauce drizzled over the top. Corn on the cob and mashed potatoes were served on the side, along with some bread rolls. They poured red wine into my glass, and bowed before exiting the dining room.

The first bite was mouth-watering, and I had to refrain from devouring the meal within minutes. I took my time, savoring the flavor, enjoying it. I couldn't imagine this would be a nightly routine for me, but I guess anything can happen.

"Happy birthday, son. We hope you've enjoyed your gifts," the man at the head of the table announced, holding his wine glass up for a toast.

"Use them wisely." The woman gave an ominous grin, one that caused my stomach to churn.

Everyone, including myself, took a sip of wine, and the dinner concluded. The woman steered me back upstairs, to the same room she dressed me in, and shoved me into the room. She shut the door, and began ripping the dress off my body. Her touch was aggressive, as she pushed me against the wall, pulling the dress off. I heard the dress tearing, until I was completely bare. She kept me pressed up against the wall with one hand, and I didn't dare fight her. Fear took over, and I stayed where she wanted me.

Before I knew it, I heard a loud sound, and a stinging sensation dug across my bare back. I heard it again, a loud whip, and another welt across my skin. She's whipping me... and the third swing was one of the worst, but she doesn't stop there. Five lashes, and she's panting, out of breath, as am I.

Both of my palms are flat against the wall, pressed against it hard, as if someone were forcing me into it, but they're not. She didn't have to hold me against the wall, I was doing a fine job of that, because I wanted to escape her so badly.

I felt a tear trickle down my face, and she spun me around to face her. I stared into her bright green eyes, wondering what caused her to whip me like that. All I saw was anger, a fury that ran deep beneath her skin. Her eyes twitched, and she walked over to the closet nearby. She retrieved a satin dress, and slipped it over my head. I winced, as the fabric glided over my freshly wounded skin. It dropped to the bottom of my shins, and she draped a light cloth shawl around my shoulders.

"You're going to obey my son," She spoke in a stern voice, "No matter what he wants. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I murmured, nodding.

"I'll be checking in on you two." She winked, and opened the door, nodding her head for me to leave.

I walked out of the room, and back down the hall that led to the stairs. As I walked down, I heard someone talking, and it sounded like the man that just bought me. I rounded the spiral staircase, and locked eyes with him. He was talking to his father. I'm assuming it's his father, and the woman I just dealt with was the mother.

I walked up to the young man, standing beside him, waiting for my orders. The father chuckled, sparing a brief glance my way. He patted his son on the shoulder, and the man guided me out of the mansion. I was thankful we were leaving, so I could get away from his lunatic mother, but it also made me fear what would happen when I was alone with him. What does he plan to do with me?

As we walked outside, I noticed the sun was already setting behind the mountains, and soon it would be nightfall. The man steered me towards a black Mercedes sedan, where he opened the passenger door for me to get in. I paused for a brief moment, unsure why, and he attempted to lightly press his hand against my back. The pain that coursed through my body in that moment, was almost worse than the whipping itself.

I groaned and fell into the car at an angle, avoiding putting my entire back against the seat. The man stared at me in shock, as his eyebrows began to furrow. He gently scooped my legs in the car, and shut my door, while he walked around to the other side. In those two seconds I had alone, I released the largest scream I could afford without anyone else hearing. The pain was almost unbearable at this point. I could feel the cloth wedging itself between the gaps of skin, and it caused my eyes to water uncontrollably.

The man got in the car, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip, anything to take my focus off the pain in my back. He glanced at me, and put the car in drive, quickly driving away from the mansion. I heard him take a deep breath, and hold it for a minute, before he started speaking directly to me.

"My name is Grayson," He started, his tone gentle, "And don't worry, you have nothing to be afraid of, not with me anyway. I don't want to hurt you, Daisy..."

He paused, glancing at me again, and I could tell he didn't like my silence, but there was no way I could speak. All I wanted to do was cry, and get the f**k out of this seat. I want to lay on my stomach, take the pressure off of my back.

"I understand if you need time to trust me, and I don't blame you. I don't know where you came from, or what you've been through, but I can assure you that I'll be different," Grayson promised, something I wasn't expecting.

His words gave me a sliver of hope, but he was right, I needed more time to trust him. I wanted to say words, show that I hear him, but I was starting to lose the battle of consciousness. It was all I could do to focus on my blurry surroundings, until suddenly everything went dark. Everything was quiet, and best of all, my pain disappeared. Everything was put on hold, just for a moment.