Untie her
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"What has my name got to do with this?" she asked, furrowing her brows.
"If you want your wish fulfilled," I have to know your name first." he replied, putting his hands in his pocket and acting like it was nothing.
"My name's Precious," she replied reluctantly because she didn’t trust him yet.
Damien signaled to his men with just one small move of his hand. "Untie her," he ordered.
Two men quickly started undoing the ropes. Their hands were shaking a little bit, they were still afraid of her.
"Make sure your goddamn hands don't touch me! Don't underestimate me when I say I'll kill you before you can touch me." she threatened them.
Julian just stared amused because he was already sure Damien was keeping this one, he folded his arms and leaned on the wall with a small smile on his face like he was watching movie.
Precious remained seated, her hands folded on her laps even though the rope was already loose.
"You're killing me yourself right? I don't trust these r****t of a guard or whatever."
"How old are you, Precious?" Damien asked, his arms folded on his chest now, he was studying her face like he wanted to see if she was lying.
"Nineteen, I'll be twenty soon, you don't have to feel guilty, I've lived enough," she answered calmly like twenty years was already a long life and she was tired.
"Get in the car, let's go." he said, without giving any explanation.
Precious sat still looking at him suspiciously. She still didn't trust him.
"I'm not afraid to die, just so you know. But if you dare try to touch me inappropriately I'll kill you and if you're lucky enough you can kill me."
Julian held his laughter in, not wanting to provoke Damien.
"What makes you even dream that I'd touch someone like you? I have standards, Precious, and you cannot measure up to it."
Precious nodded, standing up slowly and the rope fell to the floor, her wrist had red marks from where the rope cut her skin but she didn’t rub it, "That's good to know, good choice Mr...?" she was testing him now.
"Damien Dellastylo?" he finished.
"What the hell does Della... whatever mean?"
"Don't push it, Precious," he warned.
He straightened his suit, looked at his men and Julian.
"Pack up for tonight. Tomorrow we meet by five," he said and walked out.
Precious just stared, confused.
"Am I supposed to... follow him?" she asked and Julian nodded, finally smiling.
"Okay."
Precious quickly hurried out, trying to catch up to Damien.
Precious sat in silence as Damien started the car and drove out of the warehouse, the car was black and big. Immediately they reached the main road she looked confused because the road was unfamiliar even as he kept driving, she didn't recognize the street, everything was dark except street lights.
'Where the hell are you, Precious,' she asked herself in her head. Her heart was beating fast because she had no idea where he was taking her.
Damien didn't utter a word either, he'd glance at her through his mirror, just studying her and deep down he wanted to start a conversation with her but wasn't sure how because he wasn’t used to small talk, he was only used to giving out orders and his hands were tight on the steering wheel.
The car moved smoothly on the road, there was no noise except for the car engine, Precious looked outside and buildings were passing fast, some were big with bright lights and some were small and broken with no light at all.
She hugged herself a little bit because the AC was cold and it was worse due to her wet clothes.
After what seemed like forever the car finally pulled into an estate, the gate was tall and black iron and it opened on its own without anyone touching it like magic.
Precious stared in amazement but she didn't show it, just kept quiet because her mouth wanted to open but she bit her lip, well not for long because as soon as they entered inside her mouth dropped in surprise.
"Holy s**t," her mind screamed but she didn’t say it out loud because she didn’t want to look stupid.
This wasn't heaven, this was paradise itself, the road inside was clean with no dirt and no pothole, there were trees on both sides with small yellow light on them.
Damien parked the car and stepped out casually. Precious also followed, shutting the door.
"Do you actually live here or you own it?" she asked.
"Both," he replied smoothly.
"Everything?" she asked but got no reply. She looked around at the luxurious cars lined up. If she wasn't mistaken it should be twenty, all different colours. This place was huge!
"Let's go."
His authoritative voice came as he began walking to the front door. Precious hurriedly followed. Immediately she entered the house... No! no, not house, paradise. This was bigger than a mansion. She didn't even bother to pretend. In her entire life she had never seen anything like this, not even in movies.
"Who do we have here?"
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