His eyes were steel and demonic.
He was awfully good looking which made it even worse.
His hair was white as snow with black roots, and a towering height.
He was gorgeously built, but not too muscular. His mere presence screamed power.
His darkness was beautiful... in a frightening way.
He had an outline, the exact definition of flawless skin. He stared back at me, those grey wolf eyes, look murderous. His expression remained silent ad still. His jaw was set and he just stood... towering above me.
He wore black sweatpants-like pants with a white turtleneck long-sleeve t-shirt.
''Get up.''
I wanted to scream, his voice was...
full-on sexy!
It was deep, in a super sexy way.
He leaned toward me. ''Are you okay? Do you have problems hearing? I said get up.'' He raised a brow.
''S-Sorry.'' I quickly got up, I couldn't break my gaze... which I could tell made him uncomfortable...
''When you are done fantasizing about me let me know, okay,'' he said crossing his arms.
Satan remained staring at me with his unforgiving gaze.
I stood straight, trying my hardest not to cower in front of him.
He then grabbed my arm and I was led away.
I began panicking as I tried to pull out of his grip. But his grip only tightened, his not-so-short nails dug into my arm as he dragged me through the warehouse, my heels grazing on the cement.
He pulled me down a hallway, the walls were massive, with locked doors all around.
''W-Where are we going?'' I asked.
He glanced at me, ''You need to get ready.'' he responds.
Get ready for what? I questioned myself...
''You lied. About who you are, and you know Russian, you should tell the boss before he finds out.''
He quickly pulled me through a side door that led to a confined staircase.
''How do I tell him? Why do I tell him?'' I shot back.
He motioned me to move up the stairs but I'm obviously allergic to gravity or some shit because I tripped.
''What the fuck is your problem girl?'' he hissed out.
''These fucking heels.'' I groaned trying to pull them off.
''Tupaya suka,'' he growled as he yanked me up and into his arms. (Dumb bitch)
He swung me over his shoulder and ran up the stairs two at a time.
''Don't call me that, the heels are the bitch.'' I hissed back hitting his back.
I groaned as he threw me off his shoulder, blood rushed to my head as I was swung as if im weighed nothing!
Suddenly I'm being dragged by the hand on the carpeted halls.
''You should tell him, because if you don't, he'll kill you. No one likes liars.'' He said coldly. ''I honestly don't care if you die, suka, but I care if you waste his money and time,'' he added, taking a card from his pocket and swiping it on a door that clicked open.
He pushed me inside, ''Get ready.'' and slammed the door.
I felt tears weld in my eyes, but I knew that this was my life now.
Better make the boss's life hell then.
I trembled as I stood up, blinking back the burning tears.
The room was small, with a small bed, closet, and bathroom.
A bag lay on the bed and I opened it.
A short black skirt and a small black halter top lay inside.
Ohh yeah, they think I'm a... prostitute.
Ducking mother truckers.
I slid it on not knowing how much time I had. It clung to my body, with my waist exposed, and the skirt riding up my ass.
At least I have an ass. God bless those who can't relate...
Heavy black makeup clung to my lips and my lips were stained red. My hair was wild, like sex hair... minus the sex of course.
Woo! Go virgins!
I found a cheap brush in a drawer and ran it through my hair.
I'm so fucked.
I swallowed a breath. I know what I need to do.
I was going to make his life hell.
A shimmer in the corner of my eye caught my attention. That showerhead looked like it would knock out a certain Russian idiot.
Amen.
I walked over and thank Jesus I was wearing heels so I could reach the shower head. I began pulling and yanking but this fucking shower didn't want to cooperate.
I slid my heels off and balanced on one foot as I began smacking the metal of the tap.
''Fucking''
*Smash*
''Cooperate''
*smash*
''Be my bitch showerhead!''
*smash smash smash*
The shower head broke off and I grinned.
Aha! I have a weapon!~
I walked back into the room clutching the metal as if my life depended on it when suddenly the door flew open.
The man stood staring at me with an unamused expression.
''What are you doing, suka.''
I held the metal between us and gulped.
''I-I'm not entirely sure.''
He stepped towards me.
''Perestan', please.'' (Stop)
He took another step, ''You think this is soem sor of joke, suka? Do you think you can make it out of this? Well, you fucking can't.''
I felt a panic rush through me, as he took another step, my eyes flashed at the mirror allowing me to see the gun in tucked in his pants behind his back.
In a second his hands ripped the metal of the shower head away from me and griped my arm.
His words were still fresh in my mind...
'You won't make it out of this.'
Fuck his lack of optimism...
I pulled on his grip and he yanked me back like I was a dog on a leash.
Woof.
We were on the move again, this time going down the stairs.
I need to escape, at least make it back to the girls, his nails alone were making me bleed.
Every step we took made my heart race.
Bye, bitch.
The second we turned a corner I pulled out of his arm and ran.
Yes, this would be my second attempt at running away.
Attempt, yes.
Was I successful? No.
I got caught, but obviously, I would. I can't even wake up the stairs without tripping like a pathetic bitch. why would I think I could make it out of here?
Still... maybe I'll get an 'A' for effort?!
I ran down whatever hall he didn't and I heard him colorfully cursing as he began chasing me.
I turned another corner and I slammed into the body of two fucking huge men.
Everything moved in fast motion, I was lifted by one who smelled like body odor and weed. His eyes were red as he slammed me against the wall.
My head throbbed as he pressed himself close to me.
''What do we have here?'' I felt his free hand slip under the flimsy fabric of the skirt and work his way up my thigh. I whimpered struggling to free myself from his hulk arms.
''Sexy little whore?'' his friend piped up.
I went fucking ballistic.
Started kicking my legs and screaming hysterically like a spider who sniffed coke.
''Hold her.'' B.O (Body odor) man said to his friend as he began unbuckling his pants.
I refused to cry but that didn't stop my screaming.
''Shut her the fuck up already.''
A hand slapped into my mouth and I swallowed the stinging pain that etched my face.
B.O's friend gripped my ass from under the fabric and began licking my neck.
I whimpered again and let out muffled screams but to no avail.
He slid my panties off and inhaled the scent.
Ew... perv...
His hand traveled down my belly and just as he was about to get close a shot was fired.
B.O's friend dropped to the floor and he stood there in shock.
I wanted to see Afanas, but instead, I saw Satan himself.
My face burned as he glanced at me, but his gaze settled on B.O
''Sergei, explain the situation.''
The man tightened his grip around my neck making sure I was unable to speak up and defend myself. ''She came unto me, V. I swear to you.'' B.O. lied through his yellow teeth.
''Is that true suka?'' he turned to me.
I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face so fucking bad but I just felt weak.
''Why don't you just let go of our little friend there and let her speak for herself,'' Satan replied.
But his grip only tightened, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I held his hand trying to free my neck.
Satan brought his gun forward holding it in front of his crutch showing the tats on his hand.
B.O hissed and let me go. I fell to the floor gasping for air.
''Slut.'' B.O added with a kick to my stomach.
Satan slipped on some black leather gloves and grabbed the man's exposed cock.
''That is not how you treat a young girl, now apologize.''
The man looked at me with a disgusted look on his red face. Seeing that he was unwilling to comply, Satan pulled a gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.
''Why do you people never listen. Or make me ask twice.'' I heard him mumbled.
I felt myself cowering as I buried my head in my sleeve curling up in a ball. The thought of being raped made me want to cry in embarrassment. I'm weak...
Tears now flowed freely, wetting the concrete floor I lay on. The metallic smell of blood stung my nostrils.
I could hear Satan rambling faintly about the entire situation.
My stomach throbbed with pain and I let out soft groans as I tried to move.
''-Really how stupid can you... be...'' his words trailed off. I could feel his iced eyes on me.
I looked up at him, his figure blurred from my blurry vision, I broke down crying loudly. ''I want to die!'' I spat out without thinking. He just stood there staring at me emotionless.
Why did he make it seem as if he'd never seen a girl crying before?!
I glanced at the dead body beside me and saw a way out.
I launched towards it but he grabbed the gun and emptied the bullets from it.
''What is wrong with you!'' I screeched.
''You made me dirty my favorite glove,'' he said taking it off and slapping me with it, TWICE!
I opened my mouth and began screaming at the top of my lungs. ''Shut up! Do you want someone to hear you?! They'll shoot your brains out.'' He yelled. ''I rather that than stay in this hell hole and get raped,'' I said before resuming my screaming.
''aye aye aye suka... you asked for this.'' he taunted before everything turned black.
****
My head ached as I stirred up from sleep. ''ugh, that gorgeous idiot hit me.'' I huffed. ''Gorgeous, definitely. Idiot... not so much.'' I spun around to see him leaning against the wall staring at me.
''Why are you watching me sleep like a pervert?'' I narrowed my eyebrows.
''Because you were moaning in your sleep, like a pervert.'' he shot back.
''You're lying.'' I huffed.
''Pretty sure I heard you say Satan a few times as well. So that makes you more of a perv than I am, doesn't it?'' he asked leaning toward me, so close I'm sure he could feel my breathing on his face.
''Y-You're lying... right?!'' I felt my face heating up as his grey eyes glistened in front of mine. A cheeky grin appeared on his face and he shrugged pulling away.
''Hey! Tell me!.'' I demanded. ''Why? Are you saying it could be true then?''
The smirk on his face only meant he enjoyed leaving my brain like a scrambled egg.
I scoffed crossing my arms. ''Idiot.'' I mumbled.
I looked at myself in the standing mirror.
''You bandaged me?'' I whispered in shock. ''Yeah, you have one or two broken ribs, and three or four crews loose.'' he let out a weary chuckle and I frowned.
''You aren't funny, you're just plain annoying.''
''Sure, and you are just plain stupid. Honestly I'd love to know how you, not even 4 feet tall, you can knock out me, gorgeous stud, me, with a shower head, I mean come on... how'd you even get that off? I'm stunned, truly. M&M.'' He paced around the room tying his hair in a small ponytail at the back.
He finally came to a stop and took out something from his pocket.
I flinched shutting my eyes and he chuckled. ''I don't hit girls, suka,'' he said with a plain tone, holding out a snack bar. ''I find that hard to believe.'' I returned staring at him. ''Whatever you say.'' he smacked me playfully on the head with the bar and chuckled.
''Alright let's see, Marinette Li Zhang, age 16- wow only sixteen? Quite an attitude you got for sixteen. Picked up at blah blah blah, sold for, bleh bleh, you are a track star I see and virgin? Wow.'' he shut the file and threw it aside.
''Why am I here? You kidnapped me from the other girls. Why?'' I asked as I peeled the snack bar open.
''You are the first girl to ever come in here, that has never been touched, used in any sexual way, basically, you aren't a whore and you are pretty so the boss wants me to take care of you,'' Satan said folding his arms.
''so wait... that makes you... my MAID? Bow to me, peasant.'' I narrowed my brows with the granola bar in my mouth.
He scoffed and grabbed my face. ''tsk tsk tsk, that's not how it works sweetheart. It means I'm in charge of you, peasant.'' He kissed my head and I growled.
''I'm sure you at least wanna know my name.''
I glared at him. ''No, you will forever be known as Satan, an annoyingly handsome dickhead.'' I muttered.
''Does the 'annoyingly handsome' part slip out on it's own or do you just like flirting with me? I'm not attracted to track stars, by the way... just thought I should let you know... sorry If I burst your remarkable sex dream bubble, but my days of chasing women are over, I rather they come to me.''
''How's that been working out for you huh?'' I raised a brow.
He was quiet for a few before he cleared his throat.
''So how may I help you, what do you want-''
''I want five thousand dollars.'' I blurted out.