"I don't belong to you!" I exclaimed. Whenever he was around me, it felt as if all my energy was draining away. Then he stepped towards me again, followed by my taking another step backward. After a few more rounds of this little game, my back collided with the wall. The closer he came, the faster my heart raced and my breath caught. With wide eyes, I watched him with anticipation.
"You do indeed belong to me, sweetheart!" he said, his tone making my knees go to jelly. When I glanced into his eyes, I gasped as they were filled with anger, fury, and most importantly lust. Despite my attempts to sidestep, his arms trapped me on both sides. He pushed me completely against the wall and said very loudly. "Now I wouldn't do anything funny if I were you." I never imagined I would ever find myself in such a predicament, and just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes. His jaw twitched as he said, "You are coming with me, right now." It felt like all the air had been knocked out of me. I had achieved some freedom from running away from that place... no, I couldn't possibly go back there.
My voice barely rose above a whisper as I shook my head furiously at him. "Never... I-I won't go with you." I said. He grinned when he heard what I had said. I almost felt his face touch mine as he drew closer. Although fear was the most dominant emotion I was experiencing at the time, I also felt a sense of longing. I longed to touch him, to feel his warm lips on mine and the thought of it made me shiver. I felt his breath near my neck. I cursed at myself for not being strong. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed, pushing him away. Only to realize that it was useless. At that exact moment, I wished I had taken those self-defense classes my mother offered to me several years ago.
"My sweet, I am sorry to inform you that you do not have a choice in the matter!" his husky voice made me tremble. My brain took a moment to register what he had said. I struggled to get away from him, but it was no use because nothing I did helped. As if I were only a bag of flour, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and starts walking out of the house.
"Hey, put me down!" I screamed.
The world around me seemed upside down, and everything in the house looked foreign to me. As I struggled to free myself from his grasp, I screamed and pounded on his back completely disregarding the fact that he could have just dropped me. However luck was on my side, and he didn't intend to just let me go. Within a few minutes, he was walking through the gated entrance of his estate. Tears streamed down my face as I realized it was pointless to fight anymore. He walks into his house, and I can feel him start up the stairs... now I knew where he was taking me. Again, I begin to hit his back. Suddenly he flings me back over his shoulder, where I land with a thud on the mattress. Glancing up, I see him jumping on the bed with a smirk. "Easy there, you're not getting away from me that easily." it was then that I felt a sharp prick in my neck and my vision immediately started to blur. Once again, darkness engulfed me.
The next morning...
I felt as if I had been hit several times over the head, or that I had consumed too much alcohol. My eyes flutter open, only to find that I am in an unfamiliar place. My head ached and I winched in pain as I tried to sit up. I pressed two fingers against my forehead to relieve the pressure. That was when everything came crumbling down on me. This room was his, this is where he brought me. Glancing around, I took in my surroundings. The room was dark, elegant, and bigger than any I had ever seen before.
I knew I needed to escape, that was for sure. Taking it slow at first, I try to stand up from the bed. A little bit wobbly at first, I regained my strength and ran for the door. "And where are you going?" a deep voice boomed in the room. I stopped just short of the door. That tone frightened me... there was no mistaking it, he was mad. The whole reason for my distress actually stood behind me.
I slowly turned around, and I was shocked to find that he was dressed in nothing but a towel. His wet hair was still dripping with water. At the sight of him, my heart did a summersault. "Maybe you should close that delicious mouth of yours, my dear," he suggests and I suddenly realized that I had dropped my jaw at the sight of him. I closed it quickly and turned around cursing myself.
"What are you doing here... and in just a towel?" I asked enraged. I heard him let out a chuckle, then heard his footsteps approaching causing my heart to thud loudly in my chest. I closed my eyes tightly, wondering what he would do next. I felt his hot breath on my neck, near my ear before I felt him nibble on my lobe. Pulling away, I ask "What are you doing?" while turning around to face him again.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked with a smirk across his face. I rolled my eyes and walked away heading for the bathroom instead. Being that close to him made me crazy. When I returned to the room after finishing up with what I needed to do in the bathroom, I saw he had changed into a suit. While he put on his watch, I watched as his muscles flexed underneath his shirt. Taking a step towards the door, he said "I'm going to be sending you some documents today, and you will sign them."
I quickly followed him out the door and asked, "What documents are you talking about?"
He said nonchalantly, "Our marriage agreement, certificate, and license." before he continued down the hallway. My world literally turned upside down, anger erupted and I ran after him again.
"Wait, what part of 'I will not marry you' do you not understand?" I almost screamed it. The next moment, I was pinned against the wall with such force that my head hit the wall. Looking at him, I was shocked to see his eyes had become a darker shade of brown. He gripped my chin, squishing my cheeks together with his huge hand.
"First things first my dear, you will never raise your voice at me again! Second, you are going to marry me because that is what I told you. And, third all of your decisions going forward will be made by me." he said in a frustratedly calm yet dangerous tone. He gave me one last jerk before leaving me standing there. I realized then that he had brought me to hell, and he was the devil himself.
The wandering thoughts inside my head made it difficult for me to pull myself out of it. Suddenly, a deep voice said," I need you to get back to your room, miss." I glanced down the hall and saw a big man approaching me. I watch as he comes to a halt right in front of me.
"Why?" I asked him.
With a smirk, he said, "Boss asked me to make sure you get back in the room and to watch you for the rest of the day. He doesn't want a repeat of yesterday, he doesn't trust you anymore."
"Fine," I reply, turning and walking back into the bedroom. When I walked inside the room I heard him close the door and the lock slides into place. As this guy locked me in this room for the second time, I got angry and started pacing the room. I hated being locked in and feeling trapped. It had my anxiety screaming back at me. I needed to figure out what to do from here, I know I need to escape. My door was locked, and now he's placed a guard outside of the locked door to ensure that I couldn't get out that way. I felt so frustrated, knowing that he was not giving me a choice here all I could do was follow his orders and do what he says.
Back in the bathroom, I go to the window from which I jumped with my first attempt only to learn that there has been a lock installed. Furthermore, he had screwed it shut as well so that thing wouldn't open. For me, this is nothing like it shows in the movies... I couldn't get help. There was nowhere I could turn to for help, no one I could trust to get me out of this mess.
I wanted to scream and shout, to let out all of my frustrations and that was when I started breaking his things. As I surveyed the room, I noticed a statue in the corner of the room. I walked up to it and pushed it over, causing it to crack and break apart on impact. A small glass vase catches my attention. I grab it and raising it above my head toss it in the air. Suddenly the vase broke against the wall, and as I expected the door opened and the guard came inside pointing his gun in front of him. Seeing the broken things scattered on the floor, he glances at me. "Shit girl, what are you doing?" he curses, staring at me. I said nothing back, he merely closed the door quickly and I waited for what was coming next.
I figured that he would come and make me stop, and I was surprised when he did not. After waiting for what seemed like a long time the old man I had seen briefly before walks into the room with a maid trailing behind him. "Clean that up!" he ordered the maid, and I watch as she gets right to work. "Hello my dear, my name is Dale Van Doren," he says simply extending his arm towards me. "I have brought you some papers to sign. It will benefit you to sign them and not give me any issues. I believe my son told you about them."
I knew I couldn't trust this man. After all, he was his father so as far as I was concerned he was on his side of this. While I gazed at the papers he held out to me, anger filled my heart. "Never!" I spat at him angrily.
"If you don't do this, then you are actually challenging him and I can guarantee you that he loves a good challenge because in the end he always comes out the winner!" Dale says.
"I don't care, he can kill me... I would rather die a horrible death than marry him." I snap at him.
He sighed, "Look I am only trying to help you here. Right now the best thing for you to do is to marry him. Just sign the papers. He could come and do this himself if you would prefer, but I am warning you that he is in a bad mood so you wouldn't like it if he came."
I scoffed and looked at him. He must be joking right? "Oh really, you're trying to help me out here? 'YOU NEED TO SIGN THESE PAPERS' that's being helpful?" I mimicked his tone, and as I did it his lips twitched into a smile. "WHAT?"
"Nothing, you know your arm tells everyone who you belong to! Just sign the papers," he spoke calmly as he set them down on the table, placing a pen on top of them. Crossing his arms over his chest as he glares back at me.
So that was it? He wanted me to just bow and follow the man's orders as if I was a puppy dog. No, I wasn't going to play his stupid game anymore. Maybe this will make them understand that I mean business here, I won't be stomped all over and ignored... I grabbed the papers off the table and began tearing them up. Dropping them on the floor in pieces, then it was my turn to smile at him. "Tell him that I don't give a flying fuck about his commands," I said boldly, as he just turned and left the room.
I knew that would surely piss him off, he would come...