SOLD TO THE DARK LORD

Chapter 2: The Dark lord I didn't think much of it when I decided to storm Antonio's office. By my calculations, I should have finished paying my father's one million, five hundred dollars debt. Fifteen valuable years of my life wasted, living in this dump, and five years dedicated to paying a debt that wasn't even my own. I chuckled at that. I didn't know what I wanted to do when I gained my freedom. Maybe I'd get a job waitressing and then eventually save up to go to college. I didn't even know what I wanted to major in; I just wanted to go to college. Antonio wasn't a good man; there aren't good men in this line of work. He had saved me from my hell but dragged me into another one, and my biggest promise to myself was that one day I'd leave The Cellar Door alive. I was brought here when I was ten, and I worked my ass off so one day I'd leave. I had danced here since I was seventeen and started serving drinks at fifteen; you could say my whole childhood was at The Cellar Door.

Chapter 4: The Dark Invitation Stepping out of Antonio's office, my heart was beating hard. Thoughts raced through me; I was about to become the dark Lord's toy. The corridor was dark, the shadows played tricks on my senses as I paced; my mind raced. I couldn't let this happen. I had to fight for my freedom and for the life I wanted. I contemplated fleeing, but that was near to impossible. As I was moving, three huge men suddenly blocked my path. I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair, while the one at the right had dark black hair, and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond. The mafia's James Bond. "The Dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as

Chapter 6: The Dark Urge The dark lord's intense gaze bore into mine, sending shivers down my spine. It wasn't a shiver of fear, it was of want, at this point I had no control of my own body, he did. He didn't even have to touch me to elicit a response, just his look could provoke it. The air hostess girl was still kneeling on the floor, trying to catch her breath. I gave her a look of pity, which lasted for about a millisecond. He didn't even spare the girl a glance, his eyes were focused on me. It was as if she didn't matter, she was a tool he used to prove his point to me. Nothing more and nothing less. Without warning, he closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. The suddenness of his actions caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was paralyzed. I won't deny it felt good, I found myself caving in, letting myself fall into the warmness in his mouth. I let out a soft moan, then realizing that was what he wanted, my instincts kicked in, a surge of

Chapter 8: The Dark Rules The dark lord's chilling words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease crawl under my skin. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Now, Laura, let's make something clear," he began, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You're under my control now. You will obey my rules, without question." I squared my shoulders, refusing to show any signs of weakness. "And if I refuse?" A slow, ominous smile crept onto his lips. "Ah, if you refuse, my dear, there will be consequences. You see, I have a rather… unique pet named Leo." I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite my apprehension. "Leo? Is that your dog or cat?" His laughter echoed through the room, sending a chill down my spine. "Oh, Laura, Leo is no ordinary pet. He's a tiger, a majestic beast that I've trained to follow my commands." My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the hair on my back stand. A tiger? This couldn't be

Chapter 10: The Dark Submission With a heavy sigh, I finally unlocked the bathroom door, the weight of the hours spent in solitude lingered on my shoulders. As the door creaked open, I met the predatory gaze of Matteo, his icy blue eyes looked stormy, and I could tell he was fed up with me. I collapsed on my knees, it was a statement that I had no way of getting out of here. Squatting in front of me, he stroked his huge fingers softly across my face, cleaning my tear stained cheeks, his touch was simple yet it made me shiver a little. He crouched, taking my hand in his, slowly he stood up bringing me up with him. Cooing at me, he enveloped me in a hug. His gentleness and multi personality confused me. I allowed myself to be fully consumed by the hug and for some strange reason, hearing his faint almost absent heartbeat brought a weird sense of comfort. "I get it now, you bought me." Those words choked me, I was a woman of pride and saying those words took a lot from me.I looked u