7• Sullivan.

She stood there, still staring at me.

If I were to count the minutes that she had been standing and staring at me, we would have probably gotten done with some introduction.

"Huh... Sullivan." She found back her voice and I smirked at how innocent she was acting.

Just a few moments ago, she was acting as a confident and strong lady but now her act of naiveness was having me want to spank her.

"You got any questions?" I threw at her aware that she got hundreds of them. Her face says it all.

"Well..." She breathed pursing her red voluptuous lips blinking rapidly. "What the hell is this? And why the fuck am I here?" Micah queried.

"Don't you know why you're here?" I asked back.

"Yes!" She answered sharply. "I don't fuckin know what I'm doing in Sicily, or why I was auctioned off and why I have to serve your autistic majesty." She replied rolling her fascinating green orbs at me. "And this...?" She pointed at the room, her face written with disapproval. "What's this? Do your parents even know about this?" She questioned and I moved forward to her, but she didn't step back, her face was still on me but she had no idea how much I was imagining her kneeling on the cushion in that cage while I did my special treatment on her.

She has no idea how she's making me feel right now.

"Don't get them involved," I say more of a warning. "You were auctioned off by your father and some gangsters won the bid---"

"And?" She cut in with a searching gaze. "And you bought me from them? Or was it your mannerless parents who bought me so I can come to serve their sadistic autistic goddamn--" Before she could complete her word, I moved closer placing my fingers around her neck and I was choking her already?

"Will you stop the questioning?" I gritted, my intense gaze on her and she was looking daringly at me.

"Or what?" She dared, her face becoming red at the effect of how much I was choking her.

As I released her from the grip, I stepped away from her, she coughed trying to catch her breath.

"You will be my submissive, and no one will know about it," I ordered looking away.

"This is not why I came here to serve you." She objected.

"You were a sex worker in New York City," I pronounced facing her. "Why can't you be my sex slave? You're here to serve me. Submit or face the consequences." My voice rang out threateningly and I walked to the staircase climbing on it.

I pushed the button which made the bookshelf squeak open and I entered my bedroom leaving Micah who was still in ROP.

I never expected her to act so innocent when she is a known sex slut in New York. And who the hell is she to dare act that way as if she had never encountered someone like me?

Well, I don't give a fuck if she hasn't because all I want is for her to submit to me. I had my reason for purchasing her and one of it was because her records say she's an obedient pup to her father which got my attention.

I can remember how much of her half-nude Mr. Taylor always uploads on a certain site where she usually gets some client who wanted her on their bed and I already had eyes on her since I discovered that site two years ago thanks to Adam who introduced me to it.

I entered the bathroom, running a hot bath and the water ran down freely down my body.

I had thought I was gonna have some pleasure night with that redhead but seems like it gonna take some days before she gives in. At least, my threat is enough to prevent her from ranting me out.

I walked out of the bathroom with a short glance at the bookshelf which was still closed and I wondered if she was still in the underground room.

I wore an armless shirt and walked to the bookshelf, pressing the usual button that always has its opening.

I walked in and climbed down the stairs, about saying some scolding words to her because I feared my mother might begin wondering why she was still in my room but she wasn't inside the room any longer and I sighed relieved noticing she must have left while I was in the bathroom.

I turned off the lights in the room and walked back to my bedroom where I laid down took a book on the bedside table and I began reading until I drove to sleep.

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It was barely evening when I woke up and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and brought out a bottle of water which I uncapped and gulped some content of it before dropping it on the table.

I turned to go but stopped on my track seeing Micah standing in front of me blocking my path.

"I---I wanna pass." I stammered, back to my autistic self and she scoffed folding her hands under her breast which I wished to touch.

"What's up with the act?" She questioned furrowing her brows confusingly at me.

"Let me pass," I repeated taking a step forward but Micah didn't budge, her steely gaze was still on me and I tried to stay calm, my eyes darting around, unable to focus on any one thing for very long. My eyebrows were scrunched together, creating deep furrows in my forehead. My mouth was turned down at the corners, my lips pressed together. I knew I must look confused autistically but Micah seemed not to be buying my act.

"Didn't you want me as your submissive or what the heck did you call it?" Micah asked rhetorically.

"I wanna pass." I cried softly, fighting fingers against fingers and grazing my teeth on my lips.

"You wanna pass." She scorned dramatically. "You this two-faced psycho." She cursed and I smirked at the thought that if we were to have anything in common, it was us being two-faced.

"You don't want me forcing myself on you," I muttered, still lowering my head and keeping my autistic attitude because my family could show up at any time.

"Whoa!" Micah laughed. "Is that coming from someone who has a psychological disorder?" I could hear the scorn in her voice, and I knew what game she was playing but I refused to rise to her bait.

"I wonder how a sex slut like you can relate to how tough it is to be one." I returned and there was silence coming from her side.

Did she hate someone calling her that? I wondered. Well, that's who she is. And because of that, I bought her.

I raised my head to look at her and she took a step closer to me with a seductive angry face that I would love to see if I disappoint in making her cum quickly.

As I took a few steps back acting as if I was scared of her, "Micah!" Ginevra called Micah's name in the distance. The look on my sister's face had me smiling and I was certain she was going to give Micah some earful.

As Gin walked forward, I ran to meet her acting childishly scared. "Are you okay?" Ginevra asked glancing at me and I nodded fluttering my eyelashes. "Vai nella tua camera." My sister ordered and I forced out a smile taking a glimpse at Micah who was still holding her glares at me I rolled my eyeballs at her before walking away to my room, aware that my sister would give her an earful.

My sister, Gin, has always been like that, taking my side and always being protective. Although she's the biological daughter of Mr and Mrs Stone, she never acts like I'm adopted or ashamed of my autism whenever I'm in the midst of her sexy friends. And if anyone ever tried to hurt her, I was the one who made sure they regretted it including her ex-boyfriends and professors.

I looked back at Micah before continuing my way to my room.

I hope the redhead girl would not provoke me further or else I might end up tying her in ROP and get my pleasure with her while others would think she ran away.