Whatever his feelings, if his respect granted safety, She was all for it.
Whatever happened between them disappeared when Vulture murmured, "What's your name?" He kept his eyes down by looking at his phone. He thought maybe she will not notice the casual question.
She pursed her lips, not answering that question again.
After a moment, he looked up, glaring. "You will tell me your name."
Her breath came faster, but she remained silent.
"Jane!" Vulture called.
The maid which had left them alone appeared once again. Her soft smile and adoration for Vulture were something Regina was unable to understand.
"Master?"
"Come here."
Jane went closer to him and he said something to her in a voice which Regina couldn't hear.
"Do you understand?" In the end, he asked her.
She blinked. "Anything else, master?"
"No." Saying that Vulture glanced at Regina, with a torturous mix of lust and hatred on his face.
Her instinct told her that she chose the wrong option.
Jane looked at her with pity and hope, before disappearing into the kitchen. Regina wanted to run after her, beg to know what was happening. But before she could do that, Vulture stood up.
"Jane has her orders. Follow her."
He went to walk around the table but changed his mind. Her skin heated as he came closer. Her breath became disorderly as he pressed against her. His hard thigh connected with her shoulder. He rocked his hips, deliberately making her very aware of what was between his legs.
Her mind rebelled. He was hard, long rigid, and unforgiving. The way he loomed above her sent fear fluttering, mixed with unwanted desire. Her body reacted. Even though she went through a nightmare just a few weeks ago, her body felt starved of something, it felt it needed something for so long.
Tears choked.
'How could I? Have I become a sick, twisted freak?'
'I have to fight! I have to think of Jason. How can my body betray him?'
Vulture interrupted her confusion and hatred. He captured her chin, a flare of heat clenched her stomach.
"You're my slave." He claimed while looking directly into her eyes. She could feel his warm breath on her face. His face was just a centimeter away.
She could not stop the tears gathering in her eyes. She did not want to acknowledge that, she wanted to refute him loudly but she was getting scared now, her brain was getting disarray on what to say or to even say something or not.
Ordering her brain to work, she shook my head timidly. Thankfully the hatred for him once again started burning.
"I am not your slave and you are not my master. You will never be." She shouted at him. Her voice was filled with determination.
His pupils dilated, and a hand shot from nowhere, grabbing her neck. They stared nose to nose, "You are my slave. This is your future, you accept it or not. And now consider my proposal for two options revoked. You don't deserve my mercy." He removed his hand from her neck, and breathed hard with his unmasked cruel desire.
"You're mine, and so I chose option one for you."
She panted and coughed for a few seconds. Her neck ached as a storm of emotions swirled inside her, making her dizzy, filled with fear.
A tear trickled down her cheek; She was ruined already. Vulture growled and she was liquefied deep inside. Her traitorous body swelled and warmed all the while her mind revolted, spewing obscenities.
'How could I allow my body to betray me so completely? Why am I so fucked up?'
Vulture watched her unraveling in wonderment.
'All of this is wrong. So, so wrong.'
Vulture brought his lips close to hers. Something hard and tight pressed against her legs.
"I don't want option one," She said timidly.
The scenes of that night started playing in front of her eyes. The scene of nine men beating her, shoving their cock in her orifices, while she begged and cried terrified her. The pain of two or three men shoving their dicks inside her sent a chill in her spine once again. The scene of a man injecting drugs inside her body to keep her conscious, while others kept beating and raping, horrified her.
She was scared remembering those scenes, she did not want that again, that suffering was worse than being dead. She wanted to live.
Another rebellious tear escaped, and she started hating herself. It showed how weak she was, how ruined she already was inside.
Vulture watched the tear trail down her cheek. Suddenly his tongue swept over her cheek with gentle tenderness, capturing her tears on his lips. For the first time Regina felt kindness from him, she felt that tenderness on her cheek.
The screwed-up, broken part of her, reacted to his possessiveness. Suddenly her body wanted him to deliver his threats wanted him to be rough and use her.
He released her, trailing soft fingertips through her hair. She was totally confused, she did not realize how broken she had got.
"Until tonight, slave."
A sudden urge of saying 'Yes Master' rushed inside her but after a fight, she suppressed that urge, biting her lower lip with as much force she could manage with her weakened body.
After he left, Jane returned. Regina could see how much Vulture cared for Jane. Not just that he listened to her. Seeing her return, Regina's eyes narrowed, trying to figure out their relationship.
Surprisingly, with Vulture gone and she let go of those confusing emotions, her hunger came back, and she gulped everything from her plates. Jane silently stood there next to her and once she finished, she took her to a room that looked liked some sort of library because of the number of books it had.
She left and closed the door, her ears pricked as the lock clicked. After she left, Regina's thoughts were filled with Vulture. Questions such as where did he disappear to? What did he work? Maybe he runs an empire full of illegal activities. Only work that danced with unlawful things could grant this sort of wealth.
She threw herself into her bed but despite the relaxing vibe, She could not sit still. His threat before leaving gave her a headache. She did not want to wait patiently for whatever he planned to do. She needed to stay active.
She tested the door, but the lock held firm. She tried the shutters, but that too wouldn't open. The only way out was the fireplace, but climbing a chimney was not something she could do.
Hours ticked past on a clock in the corner, chiming her life away every minute and every hour.
Her stomach grumbled as the sun was ready to set on the horizon. She had been curled up on the window seat for hours, peeping through a tiny window. Tiny sparrows darted, preening their feathers in the fountain. They were free but she was not.
She had never longed for the sun so much. Its rays had not touched her skin in over two weeks. She never thought she would crave the outdoors that much.
Her heart squeezed as a black sedan drove and stopped in front of the house. A chauffeur jumped out and opened the rear door. Vulture stepped out, smiling reservedly at the man. He straightened his black trench and sucked in a deep breath as if fortifying himself to enter his own home. The jacket stretched across his chest, showing the powerful breadth of shoulders.
He tilted his head toward the room Regina was locked in. A look of depravity and unhappiness etched his features. She huddled on the window seat, hidden by the shutters and gloom, and conjured stories for him.
He didn't pause, heading straight to the room and unlocked the door. She got tensed and wrapped her arms around her knees. She sucked in a breath as he strode into the room.
It took him a moment to find her, looking in the wingback, by the bookcases. His body coiled tight as he hunted the room.
"Come here bitch," he demanded, holding out a hand, fully expecting her to act docile and follow his orders.
She bared her teeth, hugging herself hard. She did not reply.
"Noooooo," Her body language screamed to him.
He did not demand it again. Instead, he gritted his teeth and charged. With his strength, he dragged her out of that room.
"Leave me..." She screamed but he did not listen as he dragged her all over the mansion. She did not see anyone. No noises of life, no one to help.
Vulture headed straight towards a room behind a staircase. Fear exploded in her veins, an ominous feeling started filling her. She had an illusion of hell. He dragged her to take her inside. Horror-filled her all over her body.
"Noooo Please nooo!" She twisted her arm, trying to escape as she screamed and pleaded.