All the Ways You Own Me

Nothing could be more terrifying than this.The little lapdog who used to come running at my beck and call had become a powerful figure at the top of the food chain. Somehow, he had found out I was working here and brought a whole crew to take me away.Emerson Snyder lazily hooked his finger under the chin of the guy in his arms. The move looked intimate, yet his sharp, hawk-like eyes scanned the room without revealing anything.Even though I tried hard to stay hidden, he instantly found me. I felt like I was targeted by a predator, and a chill ran down my spine.Emerson chuckled and patted the guy beside him, signalling him to leave. Then, with a cigarette between his fingers, he pointed straight at me, deciding my fate in a single breath."I want him."The smile on Colt Reyes' face faltered for a moment before he looked back at Emerson with a pleasing expression. "Mr. Snyder, he's just a clumsy errand boy, and he might aggravate you by accident. If the one just now wasn't to yo

My chin was suddenly grabbed hard, and I opened my eyes to meet Colt's rage-filled stare. "Where did he touch you?"I thought he was mocking me, so I looked at him defiantly. "Anywhere you see, that brute Emerson already had his hands on me."For a split second, I could have sworn Colt's face contorted, though I told myself I was imagining it.It was not like I had not thought about crawling into Colt's bed before. However, he had gotten furious, yanked me down, slapped my face, and coldly said he was not interested in me.I looked at him, trying to move his hand away. "If I disgust you, then get lost."Not only did he not leave, but he actually escalated things by pulling out a rope from somewhere.The sight of rope made me panic, and I quickly called out, "Colt! Colt! What are you trying to do?!"Colt tied me up tight and grabbed my throat before kissing me hard.I stared in disbelief as I realized he was into men, too!Colt was like a madman–showing no tenderness, just vici

Finally, the workday was over. Exhausted, I collapsed on the desk. Next to me sat a stack of financial reports taller than I was, and I watched in horror as Emerson prepared to hand me yet another one.I leapt with a burst of courage, tackled him, and ripped the report apart. "You can't push people this far! Overtime without pay? Really?!" I snapped.If Emerson dared threaten me with that damn ruler again, I swore there would be a dead body in this office tomorrow.He caught me in his arms, gave me a little shake, and his hand brushed against my behind. The pain shot through me so fast I could not stop gasping. "Emerson, you brute! Idiot! Son of a–!"Emerson glanced at the shredded reports and accepted every insult without a word. He simply hummed in acknowledgement.I knew why Emerson treated me this way. I had always looked dead inside, lacking fire in my eyes.After Mom passed away, I drifted through life in a haze. One day, I bought a pack of cigarettes and a lottery ticket

My eye twitched as I instantly knew what Emerson was trying to do. The first thought that flashed through my mind was to run away.I mumbled, "I need to use the bathroom, like now."He grabbed me and shoved the box into my hands, giving no room for argument. He said, "Rafael, this is for you. It's a belated birthday gift."I froze as the box was pressed into my hands.Emerson's voice slowed, his words breaking. He was even starting to choke up. "I will... I'll get better with treatment. C-could you..."I sensed something was wrong and pressed my hand on his, trying to stop him.Emerson slowly shook his head and continued. He kept going until his voice gave out, and he could not say another word. Then, he suddenly pulled a pill bottle from his pocket with three pills already prepared inside.He dumped them into his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed hard without any water. However, his eyes stayed locked on me the entire time.He said, "Please, don't leave me."I watched Emerson