Four

EPISODE FOUR..

"Boss we have a problem.." Adrian gulped down a non existent saliva for what he was about to say would definitely get him in trouble....

"What's going on?" Lord Damian turned around with a frown...

"Actually.....the shipments haven't gotten to their assigned destination yet... I just got a call from logistics and there seems to be a mix up in delivery..." Adrian was already sweating profusely as he spoke....

Damian's eye grew even colder and his grip on the tea cup tightened up...

"By that you mean there's gonna be a decrease in sales and I'm gonna lose a lot of money!!??" Lord Damian roared angrily as he threw the cup of coffee at his secretary who instinctively stepped aside before the cup could hit his head..

"Is this what I pay you for!!!?" Damian was furious and Adrian didn't dare say a word to anger his boss even more because he was like a tickling bomb and would explode if angered...

"Boss, I..... I'm sorry... I'm gonna find out what caused it..." Adrian mumbled with a slight bow...

"Find the problem and fix it!" Damian yelled at him ferociously and this sent chills down his spine...

"Y.....yes boss...."

"Get out!!" Adrian scrawled away immediately so he wouldn't get into more trouble with his boss...

He heaved a sigh of relief once he was outta the study and rushed downstairs quickly....

Meanwhile, Damian was still in a bad mood...

He stood there with a cold expression on his face, he seemed lost in thoughts as he stared at the garden before him...

The buzzing sound of his phone snapped him outta his thoughts..

He took out his phone and answered the call without checking the caller ID.

"What do you want, old man?" He was rather rude to the person on the other side.

"Is that how to speak to your grandfather?" The man on the other side snapped at him..

Damian was always rude to him but of course he'd gotten used to it.

Damian wasn't one to show any emotion..

He was always cold and indifferent over everything since he was a kid..

"Why did you call?" Damian asked, ignoring his previous question.

"Can't I call my grandson without talking about business?" Grandfather Narciso spoke..

Damian doesn't call him unless it's business related..

"If there's nothing important, I'm just gonna hang up.." Damian was ready to hang up the call when his grandfather spoke again...

"Your Grandma is throwing a fit again..... She wants you to come home with your girlfriend." Grandfather Narciso was grinning from ear to ear..

He knew how Damian hates the idea of getting married but of course his wife was getting incredibly impatient and kept trying to blackmail her emotionally.

"Tell grandma to stop being a drama queen..." Was the only thing Damian said as he hung up and threw his cellphone away....

He turned around and walked away immediately...

He needed to see that his little kitty was getting tamed...

He went into the elevator which took him to the third floor and went over to the room which was being guarded by two men in suits...

"Get her cleaned up and bring her to my room.." he instructed the guards before walking towards the master bedroom..

The guards immediately called the housekeeper who also brought two maids along...

"What's wrong with her?" Mrs Vanessa, the housekeeper asked with a frown on his face..

She was staring at the unconscious lady on the floor whose skin was pale and almost translucent.

Her blonde hair was scattered on the floor making her look like a fallen angel.

"Lord Damian wants her cleaned up and brought to his room immediately." One the guards ordered and the servants immediately went over to the unconscious Lady on the cold floor and picked her up...

Samantha who'd been asleep suddenly opened her eyes when she was picked up from the floor..

"W.....who are you.... Where are you taking me?" She shuddered as she spoke..

She barely has enough strength to struggle and just let them take her away...

The servants acted like they didn't hear her and carried her to a different room which was painted white..

The interiors and every other thing were all white with little gold stitches.

The servants let go of her when they got to the bathroom and stepped aside...

"Take off your clothes!" The housekeeper instructed but Samantha simply stared at her like she'd grown horns...

"Why?"

"Help her outta those rags." Mrs Vanessa commanded and the servants didn't hesitate to get closer to Samantha with the intention of ripping off her clothes..

"What do you think you're doing?" Her words came out more like a whisper but the servants paid no attention to her as they ripped off her clothes aggressively...

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to cover her naked body with her hands...

"Get in the tub.." she he'd the mean woman's voice again and this time she didn't try to resist and just got in the bathtub..

There was no point resisting anyway...

She brought this upon herself and no matter how much she hated what was being done to her, that man is never going to stop..

The servants began helping her take a bath while the mean lady stood there staring down at her naked body..

Samantha almost jumped outta the tub when she saw something sharp in the lady's hand...

"What's that???... What are you going to do with that?" Samantha asked with a scared expression...

"Lord Damian hates Blondies.." the Housekeeper casually said as she walked towards her with a pair of scissors in her hand...

"Please don't touch my hair!" Samantha cried out but to no avail..

The servants held her in place while the woman in charge began to cut off her extremely long hair....

"No!" Samantha couldn't move her hands and eventually stopped struggling and let them have their ways...

Her hair was trimmed and dyed black by the maids...

The hairs in her private regions were also shaved off and her legs were waxed too...

Samantha had grown tired of crying.. there was no point crying over spilled milk...

After taking care of her skin, she was dressed up in a silk Nightgown which brought out her shape...

She has never worn something which showed her cleavage so she couldn't help but feel embarrassed....

She tried to cover her chest with one hand while pulling down the extremely short nightdress with her other hand...

"Take her to Lord Damian..." The housekeeper instructed once again and the maids dragged her towards the door while the housekeeper followed behind...

They took her to the last room on the third floor and stopped in front of the door...

The housekeeper stepped forward and knocked gently before turning the doorknob...

He opened the door and pushed her inside before shutting the door....

Samantha felt goosebumps crawling all over her arm as she stared around the room which was eerily dark.

She could barely make out anything else and the interiors were mostly black and gray...

"Come over here..." She heard a hoarse voice which startled her...

She looked towards the direction of the voice and found someone seated at a corner with a cigarette in between his fingers.

Her feet felt stuck to the floor as she stared into space...

She knew what was going to happen to her when she willingly gave away her freedom but standing in front of this man she couldn't help but feel so nervous...

"What are you standing there for!?" Damian dangerously growled and this snapped her outta her thoughts...

She slowly tried to move her heavy feet towards him while her heart kept beating really fast...

After what felt like forever she was standing in front of the man who looked like he was asleep..

He was shirtless and his belt was also undone.

He leaned against the chair with a cigarette in his hands and his eyes closed...

Samantha was fidgeting as she stood in front of him...

"Strip! " He barked and this made her flinch backwards...

"Huh?" She looked at him like he'd grown horns and didn't move from where she stood or make any attempts to do what he wanted.

"Are you deaf?" He suddenly opened his eyes which were as cold as ice...

"Please...." Her lips trembled as she tried not to cry...

"Don't make me repeat myself...." He warned her with a hoarse voice...

He dipped his cigarette in the silver ashtray beside him and kept his eyes on the little Rabbit in front of him....

Samantha could feel the underlying warning In his voice as he spoke...

Her hands trembled as she held on to the straps of the gown...

Her eyes were clouded by hot tears as she struggled to keep a clear head while peeling off the nightdress...

She tried not to make a sound as she finally took off the nightdress and stood in her full glory.

She covered her private regions with her hands as she sobbed...

"Take your hands off…"