“You’re not learning fast enough. And now, I don’t think you want me to return you to my father, do you?”
I shake my head instantly, knowing I’ll be sold off to someone else. But his words confuse me as Ididtell the truth.
He places me on the bed in the room where I spent the night, all alone, crying in the darkness and longing for the man I am not supposed to think of.
“Roll over, lay on your stomach,”he says in a dark voice.
“No, I’m hungry, I want to eat.”
“Should’ve done so when I told you to.”
“You’re denying me food?”
“Your choice, not mine.”
“But you didn’t give me any time!”
He looks at me, his eyes appearing much darker than before. “I did give you time, you were just busy trying to get yourself off without permission from your owner.”
So that’s what this is for. Not asking for permission.
Anger rises inside me again, and I feellike he’s not being fair. I wouldn’t have done anything if he didn’t eat me only to leave me in need.
“I hate you!”
“You hate me, baby? Is that why you’ve been wet for me since you came here?”
I hate him even more now, how he uses my truths against me. I try to kick him, but he’s too fast. He grabs my ankle, then his body lounges forward as he grips my throat. “Don’t fucking try me, Anastasia.”
“Let me go home, let me get back to Matheo.” I stareat him as I throwmy words at him.
An evil smile appears on his face. “The man who’s using you to make my father’s blood boil? The man who has only been fucking your wet pussy because he knows how muchIwant you, but couldn’t have you only because our father wouldn’t let me? The man who killed our motherand then ran to your father, feeling sorry for himself because of his own choices? ThatMatheo? Is that who your cunt is longing for, baby?” He speaks right beside my ear in a low and dark tone..
I feel my face turning pale, all color disappearing as his words sink in.
“You’re lying.”
“I am not a liar,” he hisses.
“Get off me!” I scream, fighting him.
His eyes catch mine, and I am stunned to see his eyes are wet and emotional. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and he knows that, he has always known.”
I spit on him then, refusing to accept the lies he’s telling. Matheo would never do something like that,never. He’s the kindest man I’ve ever met, and he’s always the one to take care of me.
His grip becomes lighter. “Never spit on me ever again. Do you understand?”
I do it again, my saliva landing on his face with all the disrespect he deserves. Then I kick him in the stomach, but the bastard doesn’t even react to it.
“Remember that you chose this.” His tone is cold, but sadness sips along with it even though he tries so hard to hide it.
He lets go of me, but he doesn’t leave the room. He walks over to a big cabinet, one that reaches from the floor to the ceiling. He opens both doors, revealing toys I’ve never seen before, and didn’t even know existed.
“What are you doing?” I ask in sudden worry.
No answer.
“What are you doing, sir?” I ask again, desperate for an answer.
