Chapter six

The men let go of her arms and exited through a golden door located at the far end of the living room. Following them with her eyes until they had disappeared out of sight, she caught sight of another staircase to the right with a piano right underneath.

“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” Phoebe asked the question that had been at the tip of her tongue all the while. She'd thought it would be Trevor but meeting this man in his place made her feel uncertain about his intention.

Did Trevor hire this man to do the dirty work of ending her life? No, he won't. Right? But this man looked nothing like a murderer, an ear piercing and that was it.

But do murderers have to look a certain way? Everybody’s capable of killing once they have a reason to.

Bile rose to her throat as series of thoughts ran through her mind all at once. And the way he kept staring at her like a creep…No, a starved lion that just met his prey, wasn't helping matters.

“Relax princess, there's enough time to answer all of your questions. I know it's late but you have to eat something before sleeping,” He said in a friendly tone with the annoying smile still printed on his face, pulling out a chair for her while urging her to sit.

Phoebe scoffed at his words, not believing that he was seriously asking her to eat like they were long-time buddies…or was he trying to coax her into trusting him to make his job easier?

“Come on princess, I won’t bite you know.” his voice broke her thought but she made no attempt to move. The strange man groaned loudly as he walked over to where she was standing, the smile off his face.

“Okay. Fine, I would tell you why you are here and then you would eat.”

“Is that a deal?” He asked, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness. Phoebe rolled her eyes at his comment.

“Do we have a deal, princess?” He repeated, this time locking her in an intense gaze as if he wanted to squeeze a reply out of her.

“Quit all this b*llshit and just tell me what I want to hear.” Phoebe barked, not trying to sound polite.

The man made a hurt expression, going as far as to blink his eyes dramatically.

“Hmm. I must say, I admire your courage.”

Strolling to the expensive living room and retrieving some papers from the table, the man walked back to her, handing her the document in a way that seemed like he was daring her to open it.

Phoebe’s hands trembled as she took the document from him, giving him deathful stares that he didn't notice or maybe pretended not to have. With no other explanation as to the motive behind her kidnap, she unfolded the paper only to be greeted with the worst news of her entire twenty-two years of life. In her hands, printed in very bold letters, was a contract stating that she'd been sold by her father to a ‘Mr. Reid’ to be his sex toy for a whole year. It was also stated that he was free to get a child from her if he wished.

Phoebe broke into a dry laugh as she stared daggers at the stranger, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her at her low point.

“And you think I would buy such a silly story? You must be a pathetic asshole to think that I would ever allow you close to my body. Read my lips, I-will-never-allow-it.” she yelled at the top of her voice, rumpled the paper, and aimed for his face but missed.

“We will see about that. But the way you say it makes it sound like I'm doing something despicable. Would you have preferred that it was a kidnap? That you were being sold into prostitution or something. You should be happy that…”

“Happy about what exactly?” she snapped. “That you pulled me out of my happy life to spill rubbish? That I_become your bed warmer? And how is this any different from kidnapping? I have no idea what this is all about but I would appreciate it if it ends this minute.”

Phoebe’s frown deepened as the man chuckled like he was watching some kind of show. This stranger must have nerves to tell her that her father chose money or whatever it was he'd given him over her, his only child. It just made no sense. Her sick father? When was the contract even made? Wait, was she believing his words? This all has to be a mistake. He was definitely mistaking her for someone else.

The man, sorry the so-called Reid continued to stare at her with an amused expression that made her blood boil with rage. Ignoring him, she made her way towards the door which she'd seen the men from earlier exit from.

“Ahh, looks like you are the stubborn type, you don't want to give me trouble, do you?” he asked. Phoebe turned slightly to see that he was standing with hands akimbo and the amused smirk was still etched on his face.

“Weirdo,”She muttered under her breath as she opened the door but was surprised with what she saw. She recalled vividly that they'd gone in through just a door, why then was she not outside the mansion but in a hallway? And did she think they would just allow her to walk out of the mansion like that? Of course not with the bodyguards that stood at the extreme ends of the hallway, differed from the men she'd seen earlier. She gulped down saliva but it didn't help much so she rubbed on her neck, trying to ease the pain she felt in her throat as she watched them staring at her. Summoning courage even when she knew how pointless it was, she began to walk out of the door but not long had she started walking when a strong palm grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards a hard body. She tried to break free from him seeing that it was the man she'd left in the living room, but he didn't let go of her but carried her on his shoulders instead.

“Let me go, you crazy animal!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling to get off of him but one hard spank on her ass cheeks was all it took to keep her quiet.