A Master Worthy Slave

Chapter 2

When Shea awoke once more, she was in a room she didn't recognize. The dark bed sheets and cool-toned furniture were unknown to her. The cold metal of the shackles around her wrists and ankles was still there despite having been moved. She tested them again. And nothing. She sighed as she looked around the room. The only thing that clued her in on this being Capone's room was his phone on the bedside table, just out of reach from her. The screen lit up, and his Lock Screen displayed a photo of him and three other men. She was about to lean in closer to get a better look when the door clicked open, and Capone walked into the room.

She eyed him then. And noticed his suit was perfectly in place. His slacks didn't have any stains or wrinkles. Not a hair out of place as he entered and smirked down at her.

He crossed his arms. "Are you going to behave?" He asked, amused, a brow arching.

"Not like you gave me a choice." She snapped.

His face was blank. Emotionless. But when she snapped at him, there was a twinge of a smile on his lips before he'd righted himself. He tilted his head. "I'm going to unshackle you. You're going to go into my bathtub and take a bath." He paused, smirking. "You're quite filthy right now."

She seethed. Glaring at him. And the embarrassment and shame came to a head then. "f**k you! I wouldn't be this disgusting if it wasn't for you, "She yipped as he grabbed her jaw in his hands.

His bruising grip on her jaw made tears form in her eyes. He lowered his head right in front of hers and brought their eyes close together. Fiery blues meeting cool crimson. "You're going to shut up. And get in the tub. Am I clear?"

She stared at him for a moment. A long while before, she gritted her teeth and nodded tersely. His face was impassive as he released her jaw. She sat still as he bent down to undo the chains. The metal rattling on the carpeted floor as she heard the lock unlatch. She waited for him to say something before she made a move.

"Go. To the bathroom." She scooted towards the edge of the bed, almost as if she was testing how far the chains would go. And when she believed him that he'd freed her of her chains. She stood and walked towards the en-suite bathroom.

He grabbed her arm, "Get in the tub, slave." He said, his face emotionless once more.

She whimpered as he released her, and she fell to the floor. "Better yet. You can crawl since you're already down there." He said.

He watched her ass as she crawled to the tub, and Sebastian took the end of the shackles and walked over to the far wall and locked them around a metal bar before turning back to the girl.

"See, Slave? You crawled. Good girl," He said, amused. I grabbed her chin and angled her face upwards to look at her. He crouched down, stroking her face with his other hand. A smirk on his face as he took her in.

"Don't worry, Slave… I'll punish you later for how rude you were talking to me, your master!. And then, I'll f**k you like a good girl after if you take it well." He said, his voice thickening at the end as he imagined her wrapped around him.

She spat on his hand. "f**k you!" She hissed. And his face was no longer amused.

His face was back to his perfected blank mask as he shoved the girl hard and sent her flying into the wall. Her head hit the wall with a loud, resounding thunk. The girl let out a groan at the impact. But that wasn't enough. He approached and grabbed her black locks, pulling them so tightly that some hair snapped as he did. Ensuring maximum pain. The girl cried out as he did so.

He crouched once more, his voice low, tight. "I wouldn't test me anymore, Slave." He spat. "I don't have much patience, so I suggest you use that brain of yours and do as I say. Now, are you going to keep fighting me?" He asked, eyes daring her. And then, she nodded. And as quickly as that fire in her came, it went.

But Capone wasn't fooled. It wasn't gone, not truly. It was only simmering. And he'd wait until it'd flare once again to extinguish it. But for now, he'd take what he could get. He released her hair, allowing her to sag down onto the floor in a crumpled heap as he turned to fill the tub with water. The two were silent as they eyed one another they waiting for water to fill the tub. Capone stared down with impassive eyes. Not a flicker of any previous emotion on his face. Allowing another to affect you is the same as allowing them to control you. Shea was the only one who would be controlled. His thoughts drifted to her. He hadn't expected that much fire, that much strength. And a shiver ran down his spine. He could already tell. This one was different. This one would be a thrill to train. And it wasn't solely because she was his personal Slave. There was something else he couldn't put a finger on. And he was eager to learn more about her. It would be interesting to see how she'd react to everything else.