Where is my phone? For your own sake Sefa, focus on the most important things! Why does he set everything in its perfect state in his room? He is such a clean freak! No sim in the bin. He must have gotten rid of the sim. That was exactly why Ian couldn't locate me though I had texted him my location. I heard footsteps. Wearing his usual black long sleeve shirt and sweatpants, Michaelson entered the room leisurely with his hands in pockets. He fondly caressed Alpha's coat while crouching to her to kiss her head.
"I burnt the sim. Don't exhaust yourself"
I straightened myself and brought myself to talk to him.
"Michaelson... You have to listen to me" I said confidently.
"What do you want?" he growled, irritated.
She must be used to people yelling and shouting. She relaxed in Michaelson's touch.
Hearing his sharp voice, the confidence running along my veins waned.
"I...I" I stuttered.
Don't let him smell your fear! He will feed on it.
"I need you to grant me a wish."
I picked my words carefully. Not a single muscle on his face twitched. Was he even listening?
"It's worth more than my life. Find someone for me"
"Yeah YOUR life" it was a moment before he answered.
I tried ignoring his snort.
"I don't think I'm in to fulfill your demands"
He shrugged in a snickering low voice.
This is not a good idea. My subconscious mind warned me. Push yourself. On second thought, you believe in terminating such parasite people.
"It's my life and you barged into it. And I can't even get to decide about-"
He barked out a mocking laugh. It was seductive, equally creepy as hell. I thought I had pissed him off this time. He was so unpredictable.
"YOU want me...to surrender to YOUR damn wish?" He replies gently.
This was definitely not a good idea. My heart shrank to the size of a small pebble. I tried to calm my breathing. I just needed to find Anse and ensure that he was fine. There is nobody better than Michaelson to find anybody. But why would he succumb to my wish?
"I'll earn it. I'll complete one task for you and you'll grant me my wish"
"Interesting. What can you do for me?"His eyebrows were raised as if he was waiting for me to say something.
When I didn't, he spoke.
"What makes you think I'll trust you!" he kept his eyes on Alpha.
"You have to"
"You don't have people to cry if you're dead. Is that why you are keen to mess with me?"
He extended his hand to Alpha. The latter rested her paw on his palm no sooner.
Did he just attack me like that?
"Alpha go to your room"he ordered.
Alpha didn't move an inch and kept her paw in his hand.
"Dad won't repeat. Now"
She reluctantly sat up, removing her paw. He opened the door and closed it as soon as she went outside obediently.
Dad? So he is not her boss. It was kinda sweet. I smiled inwardly.
"Oh no you do have someone!"
He said with a vile smirk.
I clenched my fist.
"I'll be more than happy to see your dear lil bro here with you. You would plead and beg for his life. Such an amazing view since you look pretty when you cry" he sneered at the word amazing.
His smile was venomous, hateful and evil! His voice was contradictory, honeyed and delicate. His words were so smooth as if he was coaxing someone to sleep. He has always been great with his tone and choice of words.
Is he that inhumane? How could he use my weakness against me? Ben was the only family I had. I can't bear losing him the way I lost Anse. I won't be able to gather myself again. I shuddered at the thought of Benjamin lying lifeless in front of me. The familiar heartache. The same me being rendered helpless. Would I be able to protect Benjamin?
"Chill, you'll be next. A useless corpse won't be needed in the FBI anyway"
He titled his head to me, coldness radiating off his dark aura, standing up.
This man is sick. He doesn't have any emotions. To expect pity from him was pointless. He attempted to walk away when I leaped and gripped his wrist. Trashing my hand away, he jerked me away and then my kick crashed into his jawline. I kept cracking my knuckles, my penetrating gaze not breaking contract with his. He was on the floor on his knees with his hand covering half of his assaulted frame.
After that a stretch of momentary silence prevailed, I disdainfully warned him.
"I'm telling you once. Don't let yourself be near my brother! I'll bury you six feet underneath RIGHT HERE in your KINGDOM"
There was clear repugnance for him in my voice.
He stayed in that very posture for some time, which was the aftermath of the blow he received. That was enough to make me realize what great of a disaster is about to crumble on me in the next second. My eyes went wide, my fist now trembled and my feet turned cold. I could literally feel the mental and physical toll on me as if gravity suddenly increased so I can't even run to prevent my death. He then looked at me thoroughly baffled.
I made the same mistake twice.
Deep inside I knew he deserved much more than a mere blow to the jaw. My inner self appreciated the blow and the madness in those eyes which were currently shredding me into infinite pieces. On the other hand, it had also warned me against losing my cool endless times.
He faced me with this malicious gaze reflecting anger. I fucked up badly. I forced myself to keep looking into his eyes though I was terrified. Unconsciously, I took small steps backward to create a safe distance between us.
"Fuck, who did this to you?" his voice quavered with rage pulling me out of my trance, the look in his eyes demanding answers from me.
He stood immediately. Why was he staring at me like this? More like gawking at me like a hungry owl! Growing impatient, in two big strides, he approached me. He trailed his fingers across my neck. I finally understood what he meant. His breath became heavy and uneven as I watched an amazing amount of fury taking over his facial features, his lips pressed so hard that a pale pink color washed over the usual pink tint, the vein in his forehead bulging.
"Who dared to do this to you?" he snarled.
I gulped. Why do I get to see new versions of this lame guy every now and then? What a facade!
I pressed my lips trying to keep the rude comments to myself. He himself was about to stab me earlier. Then, he ordered Ortega to snap my neck. That freak didn't even kill me. His hands cupped the back of my neck leaning me closer to him, his eyes a breath away from mine. I flinched as his skin touched my now sensitive skin with his ring pressing into it. Fear already claimed my mind as his expressions turned more fierce.
This burning fire in those beautiful amber eyes could set everything ablaze. I never wished to witness this side of his. My frozen body began to attempt to push him away, my hand cornering his wrist but he didn't budge, causing more harm to my already delicate neck skin and my wound while I was trying to trash him away. I guess he wouldn't back away unless I told him the name.
"Answer me askim"His voice was lower, almost a whisper.
He was so dangerously close to me that I could feel his breath fanning against my face.
"Ortega" my voice came out as a mere whisper I barely recognized.
He wanted to scare the hell out of me or kill me. So now, what was wrong with him? Why was he acting so angry and all?
His gaze lingered on my neck for some seconds as he loosened his grip and let go of me, fuming in anger and shifting his gaze to the floor. All of a sudden, his one hand reached out and grasped my chin gently, almost roughly. I didn't want him to touch me. I turned my face away from him, stepping out of the grasp. I trembled slightly under his intense gaze. My feet stayed in place. What is he trying to pull? My fingers clutched tight, ready to shove my fist into his face. His hand moved to mine to place his fingers over mine, opening my fist gently.
His other hand left his side as he circled his fingers around my throat and this time his touch was light and soft as he tilted my head back staring at me.
"Don't let... Never let anyone ever touch you again" his resentment and anger at its peak in his tone.
"Why are you so affected by this? Perhaps you forgot that I'm your hostage"
"That's right. You're my hostage so nobody else should touch you"
"Joker"I scoffed.
The corner of his lips curled down while his jaw clenched. His eyes narrowed. He was angry, his fingers pressing my neck hard. I had something in mind. It would be a nice way to check if he's gay or virgin. If he becomes aroused by this, it'll worsen my doubts about him being a virgin. I grabbed onto his waist and pulled him to me so that our cores were squashing. He was shocked while I stared up at him innocently. It was working judging by his expression. He retreated his hands curling them into fists and blinked his eyes thrice.
"Why are you being territorial Ive?"I whispered seductively.
I got a little braver and pressed him harder against me. His breathing spiked up so quickly. He stared down at me speechlessly, his Adam's apple shifting in his throat as he swallowed. Then, I felt it, something rigid against my lady area. His member grew larger. He was still in a daze as his ears toned into a harsh red shade.
"W-what are you-you… doing?"he stuttered.
He tried to move away. I let him go and sat on the bed, looking at him blankly. He opened his mouth and closed it again. He couldn't even speak. He's a virgin. It took only this small gesture for him to be aroused. Lol.
Taking three small steps backward pensively, he turned and strode over to the door. He grabbed the door handle and just stood there for a few seconds. With that he went outside, slamming the door.
I rolled my eyes dramatically in anger. I needed a moment to process what just happened. He behaved such that it seemed he wasn't aware his man strangled me. It wasn't that big of a deal he was making it seem to be. Wasn't Ortega the one who tortured me at his behest some days ago? And he did it again. As if I'm not a human being.
You can't control someone. Go buy some basic human manners!
Just wait as I escape this place, I swear I'll show you vermin of all sorts, your true place. You deserve to be rotting in jail cells. And I want to be the one to handcuff you. You'll be given the first privilege Ortega. Michaelson I'll save you for the last. The best for the last. I want to see you defeated.
I looked at the bandaged wound on my arm. My stomach grumbled. I don't get to eat my full heart content here. Earlier, I lost my appetite, thanks to Mr Michaelson. My food time shouldn't be compromised anymore due to these problems I'm currently facing. It's my 'me time'. I was craving for pasta; that sauce, that crazy and yummy cheesy pasta.
"I can't wait to have you on my plate, love" I chuckled.
My mind shifted to the food Michaelson made earlier. The porridge was so delicious. Would he ever cook for me again? I shamelessly thought.
I was damn sure that Michaelson told Alpha to spy on me. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, she followed me professionally. But It was nice having her around. At least one female in this dreadful house of shit. Would I ever get my freedom back?