**Isabella**
"What?" My eyes shot open instantly, worried lines etched across my forehead.
He arched a brow at me as if daring me to disobey his orders.
I hurried and obeyed, dropping to my knees. What the heck is going on? I've never knelt in front of anyone before. Was he trying to enslave me?
"Now crawl over." He pointed in front of him.
My lips slanted in contempt, tears streaming down my face at the absurdity of his orders, but I had no choice, did I? He owned me now, and I was in his control. I placed both hands on the floor as I willed my aching body to crawl over to where he was sitting.
He leaned forward and placed his hand below my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Good girl," he husked as he traced patterns on my face, using his fingertips to wipe my tears. "Just like that. Be very obedient, and we'll have no problems at all. Now, why don't you get up and undress, and I mean everything."
