3: I Should Run Away From This Man... But.

Eve.

I almost didn't realise when his other hand slid behind me. My eyes blazed with rage when he fisted a handful of my hair, jerking my neck backwards and straining my neck and shoulder muscles.

Souvenir? What's he even talking about?

"You're not worth the memory... you're worth dog food and I've got a dog to feed!"

I don't have a dog but I would adopt one to prove a point.

"You bark a lot for someone who owns a dog made specifically for the role."

My teeth clicked tightly as he fisted even harder.

"Fuck you!"

"Alright... you really want to feel like a woman so bad, huh?"

The fuck was he talking about...Why does every word that leaves his mouth have to be riddle...

Talking about feeling like a woman...

Feeling like a woman.

The second he released me, my thoughts reshuffled. I rolled my eyes all over his face... trying to find... Oh, I don't know, a flying fuck that he just harassed a woman!!  

My palm clashed with his cheek faster than the second thought creeping. "Aren't you scared of Keaton?!!" 

I yelled in his face, mockingly.

I stared, dumbfounded as he held the palm I used to hit him, flipping it gently and pecking my knuckles again.

"Scared of daddy? I didn't mind letting you have a passkey, did I?"

Everyone knew dad had refused stubbornly to let me own a passkey... everyone eventually took it as a mandatory... no one spared me theirs willingly until I give a valid reason.

Then Flavian shows up... Thanks to one chitchat, my hands are blessed with a passkey.

But... he didn't exclusively state it as a gift.

"Fine then. What do you want ?... Beware, I'm not spoiled.. I always have to prepare a document containing a list of what I want, why I desire it and why it's relevant in my life... dad approves some... the rest stay in my archive."

"Is that so?" I saw his lips purse, thinning , his eyes wandered off for fleeting seconds... I could tell he was contemplating something.

" I don't mind my brother"

He tilted his neck and stood toe-to-toe with me. Was he not too close for someone who should be my step-uncle?

"You don't?"

"You trust too easily, princess."

I glared from the corners of my eyes when he skirted around me.

And then my body shook at a sudden hit at the crook of my neck.

The last thing I remembered was my world tilting into the horizon and black curtains shutting my vision.

•• •• •• •• •• ••

I... can't breathe.

Were my eyes still closed? All I saw was black... pitch black...

The thickness of the darkness had my head in a haze and on top of it all my mouth was gagged. When I tried making a sound they came out as a hum.

My hands were cuffed behind me and my legs were paralysed by chains I guess. The space I occupied was tight.

I was getting dizzy again when I got an idea.

I could tell my location was a boot since there was motion feeling in my stomach... yes, but what disturbed me more was having no knowledge of whose boot.

Watch him... he's unpredictable.

My dad's words resurfaced in my mind... giving me a hint. The-hint!

Damn it! Uncle-Flavian

"Hm-mm- ngh-emmm!!" I struggled to call his name through humming as I beat somewhere with my bound legs.

It seemed like he heard because the car came to an abrupt stop.

Adrenaline rushed through my body, preparing for the upcoming unknown, when a car door was slammed shut with a loud thud.

My pulse was pounding, eyes barely pretending to remain still... the only person who had ever kidnapped me was the Rostovs, Arseny the bastard—

A bright light hit my eyes the second the boot opened. I forced my eyes closed at the repulsive light pointed directly at them.

"Good. You're awake, princess."

Click.

The light penetration stopped and I opened my eyes once more, glaring into his blinding grassy eyes.

In his hand was a slender bottle of something alcoholic... his long hair now loose down his back was more frizzy and somewhat wet... he didn't have a throbbing body odour, but the strong scent of liquoroozed off him.

He placed the bottle down before cradling me out of the boot and making me stand.

My eyes narrowed when he scrunched down beneath me, unlocking the chains bounding my feet, then releasing me from my handcuffs.

As soon as I took off the gag I gasped for fresh oxygen until my lungs were full.

I didn't know when or why I followed him into the building in front, but as I did I immediately regretted it and backstepped, ready to flee, but his hand was annoyingly faster.

"Hey, let go of me!" I exclaimed, eyeing everyone in sight around with precise naivety... people were starting to stare and I was starting to panic because some of these people in question were moving with little to no clothes on.

"You had the chance to flee after those cuffs fell... that chance expired at the step you took to get in here."

"What are you talking about—"

When the seriousness and coldness in his eyes dispersed, somehow it affected my own mood, positively.

"If you worry too much I won't give you a tour..."

Ok now he sounds drunk again

"Tour? When did I want a to—"

Ahh, I forgot his hand clamped my wrist. A hiccup escaped my lips as he whisked me forward, forcing me to move my feet without pause.

I saw things and things and things and the only conclusion I came up with was.... "Is this a fuck house?"

We stopped at the center of a room where men and women... men and men, women and women copulated... in the weirdest fetish ways.

"This is my favourite place to be... it's the 'study-chamber'"

"You mean sex study chamber?"

"Shuuushh. Shut it."

Fuck, why was I engaging him in a conversation? This man is totally mad... Drunk

My eyes focused on a man and woman. Just like the others they were having sex... however the man was rather rough, I could tell from the bruise patches on her skin... and the weirdest thing was that the woman kept on moaning with great ecstasy...

Fuck... something was stirring in my stomach. I didn't want to give attention to my body, but the live p**n happening before my eyes was knotting my feelings, stimulating feelings I swear are aliens 'cause I've never felt them this extreme before.

The excitement I felt right now was different from the type I got from watching p**n.

This was epic and it was making my blood boil... not with anger, not with rage. Lust.

It took me a while before I tore my eyes away from the mating couple to focus on Flavian... 

Why did he bring me here?

My mouth parted to speak but sealed when he stepped closer but not close enough to have me strain my eyes to see him clearly, what a beautiful man...

"You feel it now... don't you?"

I hummed in question, distraction taking my eyes to his lips.

Fuck. I want...to

You can't... you shouldn't.

"Do you feel like a woman..."

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