Sold to a Ruthless Lord

Chapter Five

Valerie's Pov

The monster finally unchained me after he was done. He kicked me and pulled me to the ground like a criminal. I cried, my face buried in my lap. I cursed him under my breath. I cursed my half brother for putting me in this mess.

"Please let me go," I begged as I made to cover my bare body with my arms. He flashed a wicked sneer at me. A growl formed at the corner of his lips as though he were to consider my plea, and soon he got up from his seat, which stood behind the large table in the room. The hooting sound from his massive leather boots crushed against the marble tiles.

I recoiled into my skin, folding my legs against each other as he approached me. I trembled with fear, a type that made my heart fall out.

"Not again," I prayed in my heart.

He stopped a few inches away from my face, and then he bent down to meet me.

"You are mine; I own you!" he yelled angrily into my face and walked away.

Streams of tears began to roll down my cheeks. My eyes were swollen due to long hours of crying. My entire body arched. I craved water, food, and a bath. He had seized my clothes from me and left me to lay bare-skinned on the ground. My core arched and burned with pain. I tried to move my leg but stopped as the pain grew worse.

I couldn't tell how long I had been trapped in this large, dark room. I closed my eyes.

I wiped away pain and wished my parents were alive; at least all of this wouldn't have happened. I had to look for a way to escape this death trap. Soon, my eyes became very heavy. I sulked and laid on the ground. In a few minutes, I was swept out of my sleep. I don't know how many hours I slept. I was woken by the riffling sound from the door. I got up shaking in fear, and from the tiny rays of light that illuminated the room from the tiny space in the thick black blinds, I could tell that a new day had emerged.

I shook, trembled, and waited for the man to whom I had been forcefully enslaved.

"Please don't hurt me," I cried and begged.

He was silent. Only the ruffling keys could be heard, and then the door creaked open.

"Don't hurt me, please," I said softly. Too scared to speak.

He walked in and shut the door behind him.

I caught his eyes—the very same ones I had seen last night. They had hazel-grey, bright, large eyes. A perfect set that matched his face.

"Who are you?" I asked as I covered my legs and wrapped my arms against my chest in a crisscross.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked with a tiny smile forming at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were bright and hopeful.

He walked closer to me, and with each step he took, I coiled back, almost disappearing into the wall.

"You don't have to be scared," he said, running a quick glance across my body. When his eyes finally rested on my chest, I tightened the grip on my skin with my arms.

He smiled and went over to the other end of the room to get me a black cloth. He wrapped it around me.

"I am Carlos," he said in a soft yet deep tone. My heart skipped a bit, and I wasn't sure why it leaped.

"Valerie". I replied shyly. My eyes focused on his boots.

From his face, I could tell he had a slight resemblance to the one who had violated my body.

"I brought you food," he told me, pushing the flask of food that he had walked into the room with.

"I can't eat that," I managed to respond, even though I was starving deep down. My body needed the food, and my stomach wanted the food, but I couldn't bring myself to eat anything that came from the den of my abuser.

"You have to try and eat something. Rambo is away on a short trip and will be back tomorrow.".

This information lifted my spirit, but then I had to be a woman. A little bit dramatic.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked.

"Help?" He chuckled.

"Just eat; we get caught."

I grabbed the flask and began to eat hungrily from it.

He waited patiently for me to finish, and just as I was about to hand the flask back to him, we heard steps approaching the room.

"We are in deep trouble," he muttered under his breath, snatching the flask from my hand. He got up and took a short stroll to the door. Panicked and shocked, he didn't know what to do at the time. He had to save his head and mine and if truly it was the most dreaded Lord, then I am doomed. I feared for my life, but I had it in my mind that if someone had to live her life, then it had to be my guardian angel. We looked at the door. My eyes grew bigger, almost building out of their vets as I prayed in my heart. Beads of sweat formed on my head while another line of sweat traced down my back.

"Don't move", Carlos told me as he tiptoed to the door. I watched him, tension grew heavier. I swallowed the thick lump that had formed in my throat and waited for my doom. I shut my eyes the moment I heard the keys ruffle into the keyhole. And like a flash the door flung open. I jerked, shaking profusely as he stamped his feet into the dark room. His eyes widened when he saw Carlos standing a few miles away from me.

"What are you two up to?" he asked, glaring at me with bloodthirsty eyes.