"Bring her closer," Ares commanded.
Angel's brow slanted curiously. She wasn't sure he was the unicorn. She was beginning to think the whole unicorn thing was one long, awful dream.
His voice was peculiar. Not the light note a unicorn would have. In addition, he was very much human.
The rough guys grabbed a hold of her again.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" She screamed as she was being led to him.
They carried her regardless of her protests, and brought her forward.
Ares straightened his body, regarding her in the light.
Perhaps, he had watched her with angry eyes the previous night.
She really was a beauty, but he would never admit that. Mostly because she was a stereotypical kind of beauty.
"Why do you have these awful men rough handling me? Who even are you?" She screamed at him.
His brow lifted in intrigue. The previous night, she had been quite foolish. Right now, she was showing she had some fire in her.
"You've forgotten," he said.
The way he said it. The simplicity in his voice. The morbid fascination in his eyes. All of those drew her in.
"Forgotten what?" She asked in a calmer tone.
He leaned to one side of his throne, and the singular light coming from the window trickled on one side of his face.
It gave him a look capable of stopping one's breath. It was dark, but also full of light.
"You said you'd do everything I wanted. You even asked for a kiss, and then you signed a contract."
She snapped out of her fantasy, as soon as those words left his lips.
"Okay Mr, whatever you are. I'd never tell a man to kiss me, or even sign some stupid random contract. What do I look like? A fool? You can't use my dream against me!'
"Dream? You thought you were dreaming?" A twinkle of amusement appeared in his eyes.
"Of course I was dreaming. I saw a unicorn, and naturally, I agreed to everything it wanted, because duh— it was a unicorn!"
Ares let out a chuckle. He couldn't help it. He really had never met someone who yapped so confidently, but was totally delusional.
He lifted his hand, and one of his boys emerged from behind, just like the previous night.
"Do you remember signing this?" He asked, pointing at the document the man was holding.
Her eyes bulged. A brief memory of her signing some papers flashed in her head, but she didn't understand it. She had been sitting on a unicorn!
"Hey, you can't do that! It was a dream!" She screamed.
"No it wasn't," he replied casually.
"It was!"
"Miss Angel," he began, slowly rising to his feet. The temperature in the room dropped significantly as he did. "You've been kidnapped," he continued matter of factly. "You've also signed to be under my will for the next one year. Which entails you doing every fucking thing I want," he said, now standing on his full height.
She gasped at the sheer strength of his size. He was dressed in all black, but his arms were covered with tattoos, and as she looked lower, she could see the outline of a gun.
Her feet stepped back, her predicament fully registering in her brain.
"You can't kidnap me! Do you know who my father is?" She asked, as her lips quivered. "He'll have your head by midnight!"
Ares smirked, and shrugged. "I guess I still have some time then. Get her ready. The party starts by 8pm," he directed at no one in particular.
However, the second the orders dropped, feets began to scurry around.
"Okay look, weirdo. Can I at least know your name and why you've kidnapped me? Hello, you can't just leave me blindsided. Are you a barbarian?"
He didn't respond. With his hands placed in his pockets, he watched her spiral.
"You're not going to say anything? You better not let those filthy men touch me again. Mr funny?" She turned around in search of Xander. "Where are you?"
The men grabbed a hold of her, and she let out an ear piercing scream. "Let go!"
Ares continued watching, absolutely enthralled by her reactions.
She was a talkative, and a screamer. He wondered if those attributes translated in bed.
As soon as those thoughts formed in his head, he shrugged it off.
He had Leonardo's daughter in his home. The last thing he wanted was a sexual relationship with the daughter of his enemy.
"You bastard! Tell these filthy animals to let go!" She screamed as they carried her away.
To further annoy her, he retrieved one hand from his pocket, and waved at her.
Her face instantly grew red. "You're going to die by my father's hand, I promise! Your arrogance will be your death."
He chuckled, as the door closed behind the screaming girl.
Turning around, he walked back to his throne, and sat down.
"I can't believe that bastard, and no I'm not wearing that thrash!" Angel screamed.
Six hours. She had spent the last six hours locked in the room she had woken up in. The doors only opened every three hours, to push in meals she refused to eat.
She knew the time range, because there was a big ugly clock in the room she made friends with in her state of boredom.
"What you talking about?" One of the girls that had forced her to bathe, asked in what sounded like a Russian accent.
"You heard me, madam. I'm not wearing that ugly dress. Call the madman who kidnapped me. I need to speak to him!"
Ayesha dashed towards her, with hands leaned behind, ready to smack her face.
The other girl present, easily intercepted her.
"Don't hit the boss, girl. What's your problem?" She pushed her backward.
"I'm not your boss's girl, you freaks!"
"Shut up!" Both girls said at the same time.
Angel's eyes bulged in shock, but she did shut up. Something told her she needed to be careful with her next action's.
"You rich men's kids," Mariah the other girl stepped towards her. "Always such brats!"
She grabbed her hand, and yanked her forward. In a swift movement, she pushed her on the chair they had placed in the centre of the room.
"Clothes now," she said to Ayesha, who hurried over with the dress in her hand.
Thirty minutes later, Angel was led out through dark walls.
She held back the tears in her eyes. Despite her fight, she still surrendered to being dressed like a doll, for some stupid man.
She hated how dark the entire building was. She still couldn't tell the path she took from the room to the hallways, and back.
All she did in this shithole was follow. For the first time in her life, she wished to see her father.
As they stepped into a path that was looking more illuminated, someone suddenly threw a sack over her head.
She screamed, but it was of no use. In no time, she was unconscious.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a car.
Her head whipped to the side, and there he was.
"Mr unicorn?" She called, stretching out a hand to touch his face.
She did, and the unicorn disappeared into the void. Blinking, she saw the man from earlier. Her kidnapper.
"It's you!" She retrieved her hand, and screamed.
"Shhhh," he silenced her with a finger on her lips. "We're going in now. If you don't act like you can't breathe without me, your blood would serve as paint for the walls of the room where I keep my dogs. Do you understand?"
His words slammed the fear of God in her, and she found herself nodding.
"Good girl."
He stretched his hand, and she took it. Together, they stepped out of the car.
She looked up, and saw an illuminated building. She knew she had been here before, she just couldn't concentrate enough to figure out when.
Cameras began to flash as they took a stroll inside.
The moment they stepped in, all eyes turned to them.
Curious gazes, and comments echoed through the walls of the room filled with expensive dinner dresses, and tuxedos.
One of those curious gazes belonged to Leonardo. Curious, and furious.
"Daddy," she muttered the second she caught his eyes.
Ares, using that as his cue, turned her to face him.
Right before the challenging glare of her father, he tilted her head to the side. His hand wrapped around her waist, and vigorously, his lips came crashing down on hers.
His free hand went behind him, and he flipped the middle finger. Sure as hell, Leonardo could see him..