Chapter 3 mercy

Khloe POV

I sat up on a massive bed covered in white and grey sheets. My head hurt like mad and I was currently confused about my new environment. 

One thing I knew for sure was this place wasn't my house. I staggered out of my bed and decided to check the corridor for anyone. But it was completely empty and noiseless.

All I could remember from yesterday was getting fired and drowning myself in sorrow with the shots I requested from the bar tender. 

As I was walking through the lonely corridor, I began to get scared. I had not even one person around and when I tried to call out, a door slammed loud. My heart began to race as I felt someone walking behind me.

Then I suddenly heard a gun shot and my entire body broke down. 

If this was how I was going to die then I should have found a man who would have deflower me. The footsteps behind me increased and before I could scream, I was wrapped up and thrown over a hefty man's shoulder. 

"Boss, I found her lurking around," the man who carried me threw me on the ground after he reported to his master.

The smell of metallic blood filled my nostrils and I began to panic when I saw dead bodies in their pool of blood. 

"You are finally awake mi Bella," he said uncorking the gun in his hand. I remained silent and still, not wanting to provoke anyone. From what I noticed, he was a dangerous man who was totally handsome as a matter of fact.

It was funny that I found him alluring when I was in a critical situation now. For all I know, he could be a kidnapper or a trafficker. But I wanted him, haha how stupid of me.

"Are you now scared of me after what you had done last night?," he raised his brows at me and I frowned trying to remember what I had done.

"I don't know what you are talking about, I don't even know who you are," I managed to say keeping my eyes on his chest.

"Everyone, get out," his husky dark voice sounded in the room and they heeded his command. So he was the kind that commanded power in a sexy way.

'why the hell is my mind being perverted today?, I really need to get a grip,' I mumbled in my mind.

Once we were alone, he jerked me up and threw me on the bed that was in the room. My heart began to race as he started to kiss and yank my clothes off. Panic filled my entire being and without thinking I raised my knee to kick him but he suppressed me with his strong hands.

"Don't be careless Bella, you might lose your legs if you do so," he muttered licking my collar blade as his fondled with my breasts.

"Stop, please I beg you," I cried out knowing that i won't be able to over power him in any way. 

"Really, but you promised to do whatever I wanted last night. And I want to fuck you badly so don't beg me. I gave you a chance last night and you asked me to have sex with you, I'm only doing what you requested," his hand trailed down to my thighs which I clasped tight in order to prevent him from going any further.

My mind began a quick processing and slowly fragments of last night came into my head. I had stupidly asked him for sex, slapped him and stood in front of him naked. Oh I was completely done for, what could I say for him to set me free?. I was the one who brought this shit upon myself in the first place.

"I promise not to tell anyone what I have seen here I promise. Just let me go and I will never show up in front of you again," I bargained and he threw his head backwards and chortled loudly.

"You are such a silly girl, do you think I will let you go in the first place?. Those who step into my house never leave unless you want to die. Now keep quiet and let me continue what you started," he devilishly smirked refusing to listen to my words.

"Wait, I will do anything, just don't touch me please."

 

"Anything?," he asked and I nodded regretting my words the next moment.

"In that case, touch yourself," he said and I looked at him shocked. He wanted me to touch myself and refusing would be another issue.

"I don't know how to touch myself, if you teach me then I will do it," I embarrassingly muttered closing my eyes and praying that he would not push any further with his request.

"You have never touched yourself before?," he looked at me awestruck and I felt shame wash over me. Women my age were already married or dating. But I lived my entire life working hard to reach the top. 

And the man I managed to date broke up with me after twenty four hours of dating. I was not the type of woman who got anyone's interest. It was surprising that this man was even making advances on me. In all, I was a total creep.

"Ok, I will let you off this period but the next time I call for you, I won't hesitate to fuck the living life out of you. So do learn before then and don't try anything funny like running away because I will put a bullet right in the middle of your head," he got off from me and I quickly dressed up. 

This was so unbelievable, I was not totally myself because of the fear of being touched. I could not think of the pain I would feel if I felt any kind of penetration. I heard of stories and read about the pain but at that, I wanted to give my virginity to the very man that I would love.