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A prayer contorted with a wish until I wasn’t sure what I was pleading for. Had I planned this all along?
I surged into the living room, cursing and growling as I raced to the door. It wasn’t even shut all the way. As I entered the building’s hallway, I saw her disappear around the side where the elevator was. Sprinting, I broke around the turn nearly colliding with a group of men who were waiting for the door to open. Red hair disappeared into the hallway going in the opposite direction and I had to give her props; she was fast. So much so, I pushed myself to speeds I hadn’t reached since college. I was gaining on her, but not as much as I should have. Spirals swung over her shoulder as she spun back to look at me. The fear that locked with my gaze was exhilarating to the predator I kept hidden away inside. He awoke, thriving and forcing me faster as elation became all I knew. Fury wasn’t even in the forefront anymore. Excitement. Lust. I could decimate this stupid girl if I wanted. Destroy her in ways that would traumatize her for life. She’d never be the same. I had that power, and it sent me to record-breaking speeds. I lunged, my hand thrusting as I grabbed a fistful of curls.
“No! No!” Screams left her, and doors opened. Any other day, I would have frozen in guilt. Internal alarms went off inside of me, but they only fed the beast who flourished in this public situation. Here,she was mine, whether I wanted her or not. Here…there was no reason for shame; quite the opposite. There were no rules concerning what was mine.
Foreign pleas mixed with phrases I could only assume were threats. Through her tone, her emotions spanned from scared to defensive. I didn’t have to know her language to decipher that.
“If you don’t want me to beat the ever-living hell out of you in front of everyone, I suggest you walk.”
Keeping my hold to the hair at her scalp tight and high, I forced her forward while she continued to cry out. There was no way she could break free, and every time she tried to turn to me, I gave a hard shake, bringing more tears.
“Dear boy, I thought that was you. It’s been years.”
The voice leaving the inside of the elevator coming towards me was enough to bring my excitement to a crashing halt. Elec’s words replayed in my mind, and I groaned, slowing, but not stopping.
“Master Sixty-three, is it?”
George Fredrick, doctor to the rich and famous—to my mother—my father, smiled. “You’d be correct. You?”
“Twelve-twelve. We should catch up. Right now isn’t such a good time, but tomorrow find me.”
“We’ll do lunch. I’ll contact you in the morning.”
Nodding, I broke into the hall, my fake smile melting as I walked the two doors down, pushing the metal barrier opened with more force than I’d meant. With a shove, I sent the girl skidding across the wooden living room floor. Her mistake was not staying down. She was sobbing, screaming as she raced towards me. The adrenaline exploded back through, and I was ready. She was not.
W0023
Had I thought I’d escape while my new Master had least suspected it? Had I prayed I’d be able to find somewhere to hide until I came up with a plan? All my hope had been in the elevator door being opened when I made it that far. It hadn’t been. Truthfully, I didn’t even expect my Master to come looking for at least a few minutes after he changed, but he wasn’t as distracted as I assumed. Nor as slow. For a girl, I could run faster than any Bordelli. That was saying a lot since there’d been eight who were within a few years of me. Here, I hadn’t stood a chance. As I ran at him now, ready to risk my very life for freedom of any kind, even death, my Master was quick to show me I didn’t stand a chance against him.
Screams were still leaving me, and I was swinging towards him as I approached. Had I at all been able to process that the man was smiling, I wouldn’t have attacked at all, but I couldn’t see anything but ending this now. It didn’t happen as his arm shot down towards my hands making my body turn at the force. He gripped my hips and spun me for the back of the couch, ripping my shirt up, and pulling my panties off. The blow to my ass was so powerful, my head shot back, and I couldn’t get enough air to suck in through my shock.
“Did I say I wanted a drink? I like your game a lot better, slave. Do you not see this was what I was trying to protect you from? I guess we’re pulling off the band aid the first night. Why not.”
My legs were kicking out and oxygen finally came, burning my lungs as I gulped in air. His hand came down over my ass again, and although I gasped and sobbed, I was still able to breathe.
“I don’t want this. I want to go home.”
“This is our home now, Clara. We don’t have a choice.”
Twisting, I threw my weight to the side, but my Master was ready. He let me step away from the couch, only to spin me back and pound his palm into my ass again. The pain was unreal, throbbing and burning my skin to a degree I’d never felt before. It almost brought me to my knees, but I fought harder. That brought me more crippling blows. I lost my breath repeatedly, choking on the sobs once they finally returned. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing as his palm once again connected. Oxygen wasn’t my friend as I tried to break his suffocating hold. Between the pain and pressure against my neck, it evaded me. By the time it did return, stars danced in my vision, and I barely had the strength to keep fighting. He had to have sensed that. His hold eased, somehow jumpstarting me into action. I dove to the side, clawing into the leather sofa, managing to slide along the cushions until I was tumbling over the other side.
“If you run to that room, you condemn yourself. I wouldn’t do it, slave. Walk around and face your punishment. If you do, I’ll lock you up and we’ll be done. If you continue this, you’re going to hurt a lot more.”
My voice was raw and raspy as I yelled out. “Youwantmy pain.”
“Damn right I do, but you’re making a mistake in handing it over so freely. If you were smart, you’d spare yourself the discomfort and put a stop to it now. Walk back over here.”
“The Bordelli are strong. We fight to the end.”
“Idiot girl. So that’s your decision? Run or fight?”
“I’m not a slave.”
“You are. You’remyslave, and before the morning comes, I will make you see that. Remember, whatever happens is your choice.”
I rocked back and forth on my feet, not sure which way to go. I was beyond thinking with how this oil was making me feel. I was scared, angry, and turned on despite my behind being on fire. I needed the end of something. Whether it was this life or the fear, I had to keep going to find out. I wasn’t raised to submit or bend to laws outside of our own. I sure as hell couldn’t do that now.
“Where are you going, slave? You’re not moving; are you done? Do you see the error of your ways? You can walk back and bend over.”
