The Billionaire's Enslaved

Sassy Roommate

Melissa was taken to a temple-like building at the far end of the large compound and was dumped at the feet of a woman who stood by the door.

This building was like an isolated building, little wonder Melissa had not seen it when she first got into the compound with her mother. Unlike the other three buildings which were closely built together with the tall mansion at the centre, this one was secluded.

With her head bowed and her ginger hair all over her face, Melissa bit her lips hard, trying to stop the tears that had now welled up in her eyes from dropping. She didn't want to give any of the men the satisfaction of knowing that what they were doing was getting to her, even when all she wanted to do was coil up in a corner and cry her eyes out.

Never in her life had she felt so humiliated and maltreated. She had always thought her Aunt Myra maltreated her but nothing she had faced at Cumbria could be compared to this single action of the men. They had dragged her away from her mother to this building, refusing to listen to her pleas.

Melissa felt so much anger and hatred welling up inside of her at the men and the fact that she could do nothing to them made her angrier. Her hands balled into a fist as she gripped the fabric of her blue dress tightly.

"Another worker?" The woman asked and Melissa's grip on her dress tightened. Another worker? Who was the worker?

"Yes. You know what to do." The irritating bearded man said and Melissa cringed; she had never felt this angry in her life. It didn't even help that the tears she had been trying to hold were now slithering down her cheeks. Thankfully, her long thick ginger curls which had fallen across her face when she had been pushed to her knees shielded most of her face.

"Alright." The woman replied. "You don't have to worry, Louis."

Louis? So it wasn't the infamous Jordan but a Louis? Who then was Louis and what power did he possess to manhandle her this way? What was going on?

Melissa's fists were already turning white from her tight grip on her dress but she didn't stop holding it tightly. Suddenly, she found Louis stooping next to her, his face inching towards hers. Alarmed, Melissa attempted to move away but Louis was quick to hold her by her arm, stopping her from moving and holding her in place.

Melissa struggled to pull her arm from his tight grip but he held onto her slim arm so tightly that it began to hurt.

"Don't try to do anything stupid!" He whispered into her ears. "Your mom is the reason you are here. If you cooperate, then you might have a chance to leave here but try acting smart and you're as good as dead!"

Melissa flinched at his words. Though they were just words, Melissa knew she shouldn't call them bluff. She could tell from the deadliness in his tone that he wasn't joking. His voice was heavily coated with seriousness, it brought chills down her spine.

She stared at him as he stood to his full length, confident that his words had communicated the desired effect. He glanced at the woman at the door once more, before walking away with his men.

"Get up!" Melissa heard the woman say after a while and she finally looked up at her through the fallen hair across her face.

Standing before her was a quite elderly woman whose face was heavily caked with makeup. Her lips were bristling red and she had a little fan in her hand which she fanned herself with. She stared down at Melissa with pure disdain on her face.

"I said you should get up!" She reiterated and with much difficulty, Melissa finally stood to her feet. She could tell her knees were bruised from the way she had landed on the floor after being pushed roughly to her knees.

"I don't like to repeat myself. Keep that in mind if you wanna have a good time here." The woman sputtered, her face marring with a frown.

Melissa stared back at her, matching her glare with a glare of her own, and the woman raised a perfectly carved brow, her amber eyes narrowing into slits.

"You respond when I speak to you." She spat out, her eyes brimming with anger.

"Alright," Melissa replied after a while and the woman's frown deepened.

"You've got an attitude and it will lead you nowhere. Now, follow me, slave!"

Melissa winced at her last word, the word echoing in her ears. Slave? Was this what she was now? A slave? How did her life suddenly take a drastic turn?

Wordlessly, Melissa followed the woman inside as they walked down the broad hallway. Her head was whirling with so many thoughts but she followed quietly, wondering where on earth she was being taken to. The hallway was long and they kept walking past several doors. They got to a door which was almost at the end of the passage and the woman finally stopped.

Without knocking, she pushed the door open and walked in with Melissa following behind. A gasp escaped Melissa's lips when she was greeted with the sight of girls in their early twenties chatting and laughing happily. They had just walked into a large room which had about ten bunks arranged by both sides of the wall.

The girls grew quiet immediately after the door opened and they all stared with wide eyes, looking from her to the woman standing beside her.

Acting like the girls were not staring at her with questions in their eyes, the woman pointed to one of the empty bunks at the end of the room and Melissa began walking to it without a word. She heard the door slam behind her and she knew that the woman was gone. However, the room remained quiet despite this and the girls kept staring at her like she was a ghost. But Melissa wasn't bothered. She had tons of things to worry about and some girls' stare was the least of her worry.

"Aww!" Melissa let out. She had almost tripped but she had been lucky enough to catch her footing quickly and stable herself.

The room exploded with laughter at that moment and Melissa's eyes twitched as she turned to face the girl whose leg had made her trip. It was obvious that she had done that deliberately and Melissa was beyond pissed.

"What was that for?" She inquired, gazing at the lady whose crimson hair was cut short that it barely reached her shoulder. She had gelled her hair to the back just like a man would do and her forehead was exposed. Her nose and lips were pierced and she had bubble gum in her mouth, one that she constantly blew.

She was sitting on one of the lower bunks and about six girls were with her: some standing, others sitting.

"What do you think it was for?" Her lips curled up into a silly smile and the girls with giggled like high school kids.

Melissa was surprised at her action but more surprised at the fact that her voice was deep and manly. Melissa wanted to retaliate but she decided that it was best to ignore the girls so she walked past the crimson-haired lady, her nose flaring as she found the bed the woman had pointed to. She immediately plopped on it, stretching her length on the surprisingly soft bedding.

Melissa placed an arm beneath her head, her eyes staring at the bed of the upper bunk that served as her ceiling. A small sigh escaped her lips as she recounted the day's event.

So this was it? She asked herself. So her mother had been right after all. These people were potential idiots who listened to no one. Wouldn't she had been saved from this awful predicament If she had just listened to her mother and left for Cumbria? That way she wouldn't be stuck in her present situation without any means of getting away.

It was now so clear to her that she had personally brought herself to them like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. She could still remember how her mother had tried to warn her but she had been adamant, thinking she was wise. Now, look where her stubbornness got her.

Trying to look at the positive sides of things, Melissa told herself that her mother would have been taken instead if she had run away to Cumbria and honestly, it was better she served this punishment than let her mother be subjected to the same embarrassment she had faced.

But then again, what had Louis meant by all he said? What promise had he been talking about and what did he mean by she was here because of her mother? What did all that mean?

So much had happened within a day and she had never been this confused in her entire life. What promise had her mother made and when had she made such a promise?

Tears rolled from both sides of her eyes to Melissa's dismay and she wiped her tears furiously, not wanting any of the girls to see her crying. The more she pondered on these things, the more her head hurt.

"Hey." Melissa heard a light voice call and she sat up immediately, her eyes on the pretty face that was staring down at her from the upper bunk. Melissa's raised a brow as she stared at the girl. She hadn't noticed that the upper bed was occupied. She had thought it was just as empty as hers.

"I'm Paula." The girl grinned, flipping the strands of her wild brown hair behind her ears. "What's your name?"

She looked about the same age as Melissa and her big blue eyes looked so kind, Melissa felt she was looking directly at a calm ocean.

"I'm Melissa." She replied, even when she didn't feel like replying but she didn't want to be rude.

"Pretty name." Paula grinned at her.

"Not as pretty as yours," Melissa said and Paula chuckled a bit.

"I saw what Ivy did to you. I'm sorry. Ivy is just. . ." Paula trailed off with a sigh. The room had gone back to being noisy since the fun was over so Melissa could speak without being heard by others.

"Is she always like that?" She found herself asking and Paula nodded with another sigh.

"I wonder why she's so bitchy. She's like a terror in this room. You should be careful around her."

"Well, thanks for the tip, Paula, but I can take care of myself."

"But — "

"Talk to you later, Paula." Melissa feigned a yawn as she lowered herself back to the bed, burying her face into the pillow so she would not have to see Paula's face.

She was in no mood to talk. Not when she had so much going on in her life and she would not let anyone dictate to her how she should behave.