5

    The commotion inside the room stopped except for Matteo, who was still shouting lewd suggestions of what Samuel could do to me. Yes ,I got to know the younger looking guy's name was Matteo when he wouldn't stop laughing as he saw me, and Samuel had to call him out on it.

    “Shut up, Matteo, and go find a whore to fuck,” Samuel said, his eyes still fixed on me.

    Silence reigned outside. My eyes wandered toward the king-sized bed in the center of the room and terror gripped me. Samuel had his own whore to fuck every night and until the end of days. The price for my body hadn’t been paid in money, but it might as well have been. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to quench my panic.

    Samuel walked around thr table and reached me with a predatory look on his face. My legs turned weak. Maybe if I fainted, I’d be spared, and even if he didn’t care if I was conscious and took me anyway, at least I wouldn’t remember anything. He thrust his jacket over the armchair next to the window, the muscles in his forearms flexing. He was muscle and strength and power, and I might as well have been made from glass. One wrong touch and I would shatter.

    Samuel took his time admiring me. Wherever his eyes touched my body, they branded me as his possession, the word ‘mine’ edged into my skin over and over again.

“When your father told me I was to have you, he said you were the most beautiful woman he had to offer" Samuel said, almost sounding like he was mocking me.

    To offer? I thought. As if I was a piece of meat. I dug my teeth into my tongue.

    “I didn’t believe him.” He stalked up to me and grabbed my waist. I swallowed the gasp and forced myself to be still as I stared at his chest. Why did he have to be so tall? He leaned down until his mouth was less than an inch from my throat. “But he told the truth. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and tonight you are mine.” His hot lips touched my skin. Could he feel the terror pounding in my veins? His hands on my waist tightened. Tears pressed against my eyeballs, but I forced them back. I wouldn’t cry. I would be strong. 

As if he read my mind, he let go of me before I could wiggle out of his grip. He steps back and holds a hand up, dismissing every body in the room. 

Matteo and the rest of the people in the room hurried out and in a split second I was a lone with this predator. The smirk on his lips didn't disappear, as if I was something of amusement. 

"Why am I here?" I summed up the courage to finally ask.

I watched him pick up his jacket again without a response. I saw him completely ignore me as he walked back to his table and picked up his suitcase. 

"Answer my question!" I roared at him.

"If I were you, I'd be worried about getting something into my stomach. " He replied.

As if on cue, my stomach made a grumbling sound. I haven't eaten since yesterday as I'm passed out. I caught him smile as he reached his draw for something and I thought to myself, is this the Samuel Curtez everyone talks about? The man who terrified and oppressed people? When he smiled just now, he looked completely adorable to me? Did he have another side I'm yet to see?

"Why would you sedate me like that?! I have been sleeping for hours!" I question him.

Again, he smiled. "Yes yes, I was beginning to wonder if you needed a kiss to wake up." He matches towards me with a surge of energy, causing me to move forward urgently until I was being pressed up against the wall, caged between his arms "and I already killed the person who gave you an overdose. "

He's kidding right?

His hand slid down my arm tantalisingly, before they gripped my wrist and said, "Now come, there's so much to do."

"Why are you doing this?" I thought about cutting off my wrist from his grip but his grip was too tight and I wouldn't win that struggle "why do you keep me here?! What makes you think I will allow you to keep me here?!"

He slowly let's go of my hand and steps back. Then he said "do you know why you wouldn't escape even If I left the doors open? Even if I handed you your phone right now?" Then he closes the distance between us and brought his lips close to my ear, his chin brushing my tender skin gently and his warm breath fanning my skin "because your father murdered your mother and he wouldn't hesitate to kill you too."

I stood frozen after he said that. What does this mean? My father killed my mom? 

I was too stunned to say another word and too shocked to protest as he grabbed hold of me and pulled me out of the room. I was in a trance of thoughts throughout the ride down the elevator and as we reached his car, I did the only thing I could do. I obeyed and let him guide me to sit at the back of his car. He sits next to me and the car started. 

My eyes was fixed into the distance the whole time as the car rose into the city. The night sky was consoling . For now, I wouldn't think about where I was going. Tonight, I will think about leaving all of this alive.

"We'll get dinner first....." Samuel was saying but was cut short by something.

Suddenly, there's a bright light shinning in the distance at the right side. Samuel and I turned to look, but the lights were too bright and blinding. But we didn't know what was about to happen until it happened. 

The light source was a big truck car and it drove right into us. Everything happened so fast. I heard a loud hunk. I felt all that light seep into my skin. I heard the sounds of glasses shattering in the distance. I felt Samuel's arm circling around me and I felt his body shielding me.

And I felt our bodies being thrown apart and around. For a second I didn't know where I was until I was landing on the floor, half of my body on top of Samuel's as he still managed to bundle me onto his body and shielded me from the hard fall. 

I heard a crack. I tasted the blood. I felt the strange pain that invaded my back and thighs and I tasted the blood in my mouth. I heard the defeaning sound in my ear for a long tome before I. Could finally keep my head up, stable and hear the gasps and mixed voices coming from the people standing by.

We've been in an accident.  

I looked at the side and saw the car we'd been in, summersaulted and broken.

When I felt Samuel's nose nuzzled against my neck breathe harshly, I remembered he'd just saved me.

"Sam." I tried to call him but the strength in my body seemed to be draining fast.

"Shhh" he shushed me, as if he was trying to concentrate. I saw the blood all over his face, dripping from underneath his head. But that was the least of his worry.

What was he looking for?

I heard footsteps approaching from the front. I tried to look up but before I did, Samuel's hand was reaching for the gun attached to his belt, the other reaching over my head and pinning it against his chest.

I heard gun shots and shut my eyes even tighter.