Jenna's POV
After an hour we finally arrived at his mansion. It was a big white villa in front of which lied a fountain with two angels on each side of it, looking like they were pouring water from a big pot. The view was breathtaking inside as the villa was actually a smart house with white marble floor and big windows depicting the beautiful fountain outside as well as a big pool in the garden with 5 lawn chairs arranged on both sides of it.
"I didn't ask you to come here as a tourist" I suddenly heard him saying from behind me.
"I was just admiring the view".
"I have something else for you to admire." he replied to me with a smirk on his face making his way to the marble stairs which led to the top floor." I'm going to take a shower, if you want you can join me" he added waiting for my answer.
I was aware that I could use the time he was spending in the shower to go through his things, steal everything that I could and run before he would come back.
��I'm good! You go ahead..." I said with a smile and followed him up the stairs. We both got into a big room with a king size bed, a spacious balcony which looked more like a terrace with two tables and two chairs on each side of it, but the piece du resistance was a big smart mirror laying right next to the bed which displayed information such as weather, news and small applications to keep track of your daily activities.
Henry took his shirt off and his pants which made me blush for a second seeing his perfect abs and making my way down to his bulge which looked excited at what was about to happen. He approached me and pulled my hand violently making my body stumble from the sudden move. I was caught by the waist right before I was about to fall and he gently pulled my hair, forcing me to look into his green eyes that were now studying my lips and neck slowly and hungrily, producing shivers down my spine. I looked at him stumped, forcing myself to speak something, anything...instead I was taken by surprise, being thrown on the bed like a feather and left there while he was making his way to the bathroom. I was shocked by his behaviour and I realised that he's an atypical man as I have never meet anyone quite like him before. Left alone in his room, I began looking for a safe, jewelries, everything that was valuable and worth selling. My dizziness made me stumble upon a night stand and hit my foot but I slowly recovered while swearing like a mad woman. After 5 minutes of searching, I finally discovered a wooden box secured with a lock which was pretty easy to crack. Once I opened it and saw the content inside, I remained speechless while looking at the beautiful jewellery worth at least five million dollars.
"Jesus Christ!" I said to myself going through the necklaces, each having its own small compartment which could have been removed to access another one and so on. One of them caught my eye which had at least 20 rubies that were surrounded by small diamond petals, remembering me of my father and the love in his eyes when he gave my mother a golden ruby necklace as an anniversary gift ,with a medium-sized stone beautifully surrounded by a golden frame. I quickly took everything from the box and shoved it into my bra which was too small to shelter them but I couldn't care less at that point. In the rush of the moment, I didn't realise the man leaning half naked on the door frame with both arms across his chest, observing my every move.
"Did you find something interesting?"
I watched him terrified coming towards me slowly with his jaw clenched and the same expression he had when I slapped him back in the car. Without thinking twice, I ran towards the bed to avoid him and make my way to the door. Half of necklaces held by my B cup size bra scattered all over the floor but I couldn't care less, instead my survival instinct kicked in and I was struggling as hard as I could to get to the door faster than him. Unfortunately, in less than 2 seconds Henry grabbed me before I could even get on the other side of the bed and crushed me with his weight until the point I could not breathe properly anymore and I was trying to gasp for air.
"So that is why you came to my house? To steal from me?" he asked gritting his teeth while watching me struggle to push him off me. "Oh, did the cat got your tongue? And I thought you were the only thief in this combination...not even a good one." he continued mocking me. Finally, he raised his body allowing me to breathe but my hands were still immobilised as they were held by one of his hands while with the other, he grabbed the rest of the papers which were embarrassingly almost out of my dress.
"This is what you were looking for?" he asked waving one of the jewels in my face." You fucking bitch!". Out of nowhere he pulled me by the hand like I was a plastic doll and turned me around only to feel a tight rope harshly bounded around my wrists and legs making me feel like a pig stuffed in the Christmas Eve and ready to be eaten.
��Please, let me go!" I pleaded, tears pouring down my cheeks. In that moment I was afraid...afraid that I will lose my freedom mostly because it was all I got left along with my dignity as a woman. He did not say anything, instead he grabbed the phone on the nightstand and I immediately realised that it was the emergency number typed quickly.
"Please, Henry! Look at me!" I shouted desperate. "I will do anything you ask! I will clean, wash, cook, you name it!" I knew I sounded desperate but for some reason this caught his attention and he cancelled the call after which he turned to face me with a grin that only meant trouble.
"Anything? That sounds interesting"
"Please, let me go!" I begged, crying from the rope that was hurting my hands and the guilt building up inside me.
He began laughing uncontrollably, sitting on the side of the bed watching me struggle to free myself.
"You're a worthless piece of shit, you know that? Fine! I won't call the cops although I could do it at any time you know.... See that mirror over there?" he asked pointing to the direction of the smart mirror. "It also has a camera inside it that records everything inside this bedroom. I received it as a gift a year ago from one of my business partners. It comes very handy when I want to record special moments...if you know what I mean" he implied with a smile looking straight into my eyes. I could see the amusement on his face and I couldn't help but think he might as well be a psychopath that will kill me whenever he pleases. If that was the case, so be it! I was better dead than deprived of my freedom. Little did I know that in that moment I actually lost it to him and I was now at his mercy...the mercy of a potential psychopath that looked at me like I was a piece of trash.
"I don't want any trouble! I will be good...I swear."
"You better be, otherwise you'll be fucked in more ways than one. First, I want your ID to make sure you won't do anything stupid, second you��ll move in with me and you will sign a contract..."
"Yes, I will do...."
"Yeah, yeah, anything...I know. Third, when I speak you shut the fuck up and listen. Be fucking smart for once in your miserable life, would you?" His words hurt me mostly because I knew he was right and I got caught for being stupid and not sticking to the normal plan. I didn't say anything, instead I let him finish as it was important to at least know the terms of the deal.
"Good...now what we're going to do is go to where you live now, pick up your belongings and accommodate you to your new and temporary home. I have just the perfect room for you." he said that while he removed the rope and set me free. I wiped my tears away and looked in the mirror only to see the reflection of another woman, weak and broken who was about to sign her soul to the devil. I sat on the side of the bed looking at Henry dressing up.
"My lawyers will prepare the contract tomorrow morning so it will be ready around noon.���
"What is the period of the contract?"
"One month."
"One month? I thought a week...two at most...one month is too much." I said outraged.
"One month with me or one year in jail. It's your choice but think fast because I might add up some extra months to it."
"Fine! One month! But after one month I want to leave and never hear from you again."
"Sounds good to me! I wouldn't want to have you around more than that anyway!"
After he finished dressing up, we went to Tania's apartment to pick up my stuff. The apartment was empty, sign that the girls were still out. Before I could get my luggage out the door, Henry blocked the way and made me a sign as if he wanted something from me.
"What?" I asked annoyed by his gesture.
"Your ID. Give it to me."
"I will give it to you when we get to your house". Saying that I tried to move past him, but Henry wouldn't get out of the way.
"Now!" He shouted which scared me to death. Immediately I pulled out my ID and handed it over to him. He finally moved allowing me to carry my luggage.
"Jenna-Marie Mills..." I heard him saying while reading the information from my ID. I realised that I couldn't meet with Tania tonight so I texted her:" Tania, thank you so much for everything. Unfortunately, something came up so I had to move on a short notice but don't worry, I left the key to the neighbour. Feel free to call me anytime in case you want to grab a drink. Take care!". At least I was at peace with myself knowing I gave her a heads up so she would not worry.
I carried the heavy bags all the way to Henry's car, a dark blue Tesla that was parked outside the building, right where the limo was parked a couple of hours ago. He wouldn't help me, instead he watched me judgmentally all the way to the car, smiling when my bag was falling off my shoulder or when I was stumbling around objects and I had to pick up my luggage every time that happened. I felt like a feminine Jesus carrying her cross all the way to Golgotha, only in my case I was no saint and his house was not a mountain but a future torture house meant for my redemption.
Once we got back, he parked the car and watched me struggling with my luggage one last time until we got inside the house.
"Follow me!" he said and I followed him silently until we got to some stairs leading to the cellar. Going down the stairs, I felt the air becoming colder and when he opened the door, all I could see was a big storage room full of different tools, old furniture and in the back of the room an entire wall full of wine bottles which seemed old and probably expensive.
"This is your new room!" He said satisfied measuring the room as if seeing it for the first time." This is where you'll sleep, where you'll eat and spend most of your free time...that is if you'll have some to spare." he added smirking after which he rubbed his hands together and went towards the door.
"Make yourself at home! You'll start tomorrow at 6 A.M."
"Ok" I replied briefly with my eyes full of tears. I didn't want to give Henry the satisfaction of seeing me crying so I waited for him to leave the room before I could burst into an emotional avalanche of tears and rage. My life was not mine anymore. For the first time, I felt trapped both physically and mentally by a man that felt pleasure in making me suffer. He brought me into his world with my own free will to serve and obey him as part of my penance. After I released my frustration, my eyes moved around the chamber in search of a place to sleep. An old red sofa was the only piece of furniture on which I could get some rest, so I changed into some PJ's and went to sleep knowing I had to prepare myself emotionally for tomorrow.