The man carries me to only god knows where, I am slipping in and out of consciousness. My body has been put through a lot, I am suddenly out of the man's arms and laying on a bed surrounded by people. Before I let the blackness overcome me I hear a deep voice tell them to get her clean up and make sure that she is alright, with those last words I pass out.
When I wake I am in a room that is nothing like the cell I was in, everything is black and grey I really like it in here. I notice that I am dressed in an oversized shirt. Who's shirt is this and who put me in it? The bed is soft and smells of a warm woody scent and hints of coconut. My thoughts are interrupted when a man clears his throat, I sit up and all but climb the headboard of the bed. When he sees my reaction his face softens as he stands up and puts distance between us to calm me down. He tells me that he is not going to hurt me that this was never meant to go as far as hurting you, it is your father is the one that I want. My men were way out of line and should not have hurt you at all, that is no way to treat a woman. He apologizes for everything.
I calm down and sit in the bed he asks me if I am hungry, I respond with nodding my head as I am unable to speak for god only know what reason. He then leaves and within mins he is back with a whole tray of food and something to drink, and I proceed to stuff my face like an animal. He smirks and says my name is James by the way, with my mouth half full I tell him my name is Valentina. His look changes and says that is a very beautiful name for such a very beautiful woman. As he turns to leave he tells me that everything I need is in the bathroom to take a shower and that when I am done to meet him downstairs.
I walk into the bathroom I am ready for a hot shower, I undress and look at myself in the mirror I hardly recognize myself from all the cuts and bruises that riddle my body. I step under the water and let it rjust run over me for a few moments before I wash, I was not ready to touch my wounds I know it is going to hurt.
After my shower I quickly get dressed in an elegant sundress that was laid out for me on the counter of the bathroom and I make my way downstairs. I am carrying the try that he had brought my food on trying to return it to the kitchen. When I bump into a not so pleasant woman. Look who got let out of the dungeon as she scrunches her nise at me looking me up and down. Now be a good little dog that you are and run along now. I don't know who you are bitch but I am the furthest thing from a dog, now run along like the good little slut that you are and go find your next bang, I say with a new found confidence. She raises her hand to hit me and I throw the tray in her face. No one is laying another fucking hand on me I bellow, James is coming down the hallway, he heard all the commotion. What is going on he commands I look at him with fire in my eyes and say the house slut needs to be put on a leash she is turning feral. He lets out a deep laugh and turns to the woman, Karen what are you doing here? You are not welcome. Hurt she turns and leaves, and I peak out from behind James and say who's the dog now tuck tail and run bitch.
He turns and looks at me, you are a firey one aren't you. You have no idea I say as I kneel cleaning up the mess that I created with the tray. He tells me to leave the mess that he has people for that. I shudder at the sound of that, I made the mess I should be the one to clean it up it should not be on someone else I say with the same attitude from that exasperating girl. He kneels to help me as he tells me that it would be wise to watch how I speak to him, as you can see it is nothing that I can't handle as I point to my face full of bruises.
With a force yet softness he has me up and pressed against the wall. That is not what I meant he says almost in a low growl, I'm frozen he has his body pressed to min and his mouth is inches from my lips. I want nothing more for him to kiss me, but that is insane I just met this man. He has this way of calming me yet setting my soul on fire, my eyes dart from his eyes to his lips. This amuses him deeply with a very sensual grin on his face. He releases me from his hold and tells me to follow him there are things that we need to discuss. Leaving me confused wanting more, mad at him that he did not go further.