Chapter Five

MIA

My eyes were swollen and red as I stared at my reflection on the window, the car swiveled past a few houses I felt like a sheep on its way to a slaughterhouse.

He hasn't said anything since his terrifying speech of ownership over me, I still can't believe this is my life.

If I had told Mia from two days ago that this is where we would be she would call me crazy, there is no way I'm going to escape this bastard. I just have to play along now and find out where he is taking me before coming up with an escape plan.

"Are you hungry?" He voiced out suddenly and I shook my head.

"You are going to starve to death, or is that your plan?" He asked but I ignored him.

I could tell he wasn't happy about it but what I didn't expect was the sharp tug on my hair. I cried out as he yanked my head back with my hair invading my space.

What's with these men and pulling my hair?

"When I speak to you, you answer!" He growled and instead of being scared I was conscious of our proximity, I breathed in his cologne and winced as he tightened his grip on my hair.

"Do you understand?" He scowled.

"Go fuck yourself" I replied and before I could blink his hand left my hair and he gripped my neck choking me, I wheeze hitting and scratching his arm.

"I can end your life now and call it a day" His eyes darkened and my hits got weaker, my eyes watered and I could feel my grip loosening.

He let go of me and I gasped greedily sucking in oxygen, "I don't want you dead before we get to the fun part" He smirked and I glowered at him.

"You are a psycho!" I retorted, surprised that I could still be snarky after he almost sent me to heaven.

"I'm glad you can still talk" He replied with sarcasm dripping off his tone.

I stayed silent after that, not knowing what to say. We got to a golden gate and my jaw dropped at the golden eagle on top of the gate. Some men with rifles were outside and the gate opened on its own.

Our car drove slowly while he rolled down the glass to speak to one of the men outside, they were speaking Spanish so I had no idea what they were saying.

The car drove into what seemed like a manor and I looked back watching the gate close, sealing my fate.

If those men are always outside how the hell am I supposed to escape?

We alighted from the Rolls Royce and I observed my surroundings, the huge mansion in front of me and the fountain in the middle.

He must be wealthy, who am I kidding? He bought me for one hundred and fifty million.

"Welcome home Mia," He said and I scowled.

"This isn't my home" I countered.

"But it is now" He replied bluntly and my heart broke as it dawned on me that I might not be able to escape.

I followed him inside and everyone we came across bowed as he walked passed, I wasn't used to people bowing at me and I felt awkward about it.

His living room was just as luxurious as the outside, the royal chairs and golden chandeliers made a statement, and the black and white tiles and posh black rugs added a light touch of simplicity to the luxury.

He gestured for me to take a seat and I watched him take off his coat. I would be lying if I said I wasn't impressed by his huge biceps and broad chest.

How can someone be so perfect and yet so dangerous?

My eyes drifted from his chest down to his slacks for some reason I wasn't scared of what he would ask of me. It's as if I anticipated whatever he was going to be using me for.

I don't even know what is wrong with me.

"Are you done stripping me with your eyes?" His voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I lifted my gaze to find him staring at me.

"Why did you buy me?" I asked.

"Finally, I was thinking you were never going to ask, I do have a few questions for you too" He replied, taking a seat opposite me.

"What questions?" I asked curiously.

"Why the hell were you in an auction house Mia?" He questioned.

I was still wondering how he knew my name when he added.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the university by now?" He asked and my eyes widened.

"Who are you? How the hell did you know that?" I sprung up from the chair and he smirked.

"It doesn't matter, I want to know how you got to the auction house, give me the names of who brought you there" He demanded and I sat down contemplating if I should tell the stranger I just met about my family's betrayal.

"It doesn't matter, it's not going to change anything unless you are a cop" I furrowed my brows as he chuckled.

"You already know that's not what this is, whether you like it or not you belong here now," He remarked.

"I don't belong here, I don't belong to anyone" I gritted out angrily and he waved his hand dismissing my comment.

"Do I have to force you to speak? What happened to you? I figured out you aren't missing because the auction house you stayed at doesn't kidnap girls like others, they are bought. Did something happen to you?" He asked holding eye contact with me and I felt my blood boiling irritated by his interrogation.

He doesn't care about me and why is he acting like he knows me?

"My stepfather sold me" I replied looking away.

He was silent for a while and he sighed, "And your mother?" He asked in a clipped tone.

"She suggested it, I was recently admitted to the state's university but it doesn't matter now, I didn't get to leave the house before they found a way to kick me out" I bit my lips avoiding eye contact with him.

I feel stupid for oversharing, it's not as if he would let me go or anything.

"Do you want me to make them pay for what they did?" He asked and my head snapped in his direction instantly.

"What?" I blinked rapidly, completely caught off guard by his question and he stared back at me waiting for my reply, and I thought about it.

I want them to pay but I want them to suffer, I want Edward to suffer and die in a gruesome excruciating manner, and my mom...

I don't even know what to think when it comes to her.

"What are you still thinking about? Did you agree to be sold?" He questioned sarcastically.

"No, I just... I.." As much as I want them to pay I don't think I can live with the guilt of being the reason for their death.

"I will give you time to think about it, I'm not a patient man and if you don't tell me what you want I will take care of it myself" He warned and I nodded.

"Can I ask why you bought me? How did you know my name?" I blurted out before I could stop myself and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Why would anyone buy you?" He asked instead of replying.

"Because I'm a virgin" I scowled at the smug look on his face.

"Is that true?" He asked and a maid walked in with a tray placing a glass of wine in front of me and a glass of what looked like whiskey was handed over to him.

He took a sip from the cup watching me from the rim of the cup.

"Yes," I answered and he nodded.

"I think it's time we get to know each other, I'm Keith Von Quavo" He introduced, staring at me intensely like he was expecting a reaction, now that I think of it the name sounds familiar but I couldn't place where I heard it.

He doesn't have a Spanish accent which means he must have grown up in the States.

"Mia Atwoods," I said even if he already knew my name somehow.

"Why did your stepfather sell you?" He asked.

"He mentioned something about a debt, I had no idea what it is" I replied and he chuckled, shaking his head like he was amused by what I said.

"What am I supposed to do here? Be your servant? I don't have any experience in sex and I'm sure you have other options" I interjected and he dropped the glass cup he was holding on the mini glass table beside him.

"Crawl to me" He ordered and I blinked wondering if I heard that wrong.

"Sorry... What?"

"Take off your dress and crawl to me, you have five minutes" He enunciated calmly and I gulped.

"Or else what?" I challenged.

"Do you want to be sent back to the auction house? One hundred and fifty million means nothing to me and Madeline will gladly accept you,  her boy toy was killed because of you and she will make sure to torture you for that. Tell me, do you think you can handle six men fucking you all at once? I think the word for it is gang rape or something like that" He tsks and relaxed on the couch, I shut my eyes cursing the bastard inside my head.

I stood up and took off the little black dress I was wearing, my hands trembling as I pulled the cloth over my head, his eyes were on me the entire time and I felt conscious of the fact that I was half-naked in front of him.

The red bra was see-through, same with the panties Madeline forced me to wear, he gripped the armrest of the chair like he was holding back from grabbing me.

My nipples hardened at the thought of that and I was getting soaked with just his eyes on me. As much as I hate to admit I'm not scared of what might happen if I keep going on, I wanted it.

"Turn around" He ordered in a hoarse tone and I complied, he took a deep breath as I turned my back.

He was still silent when I faced him and I went on my knees and started crawling towards him keeping my eyes on his gray orbs.

He placed his hand on my head when I got to him keeping me in place and I furrowed my brows in confusion, there was this glint in his eyes I couldn't pinpoint.

"Unbuckle my belt" He ordered softly while watching me like he was fascinated by seeing me on my knees.

I bit my lip before reaching for his belt, just then the front door burst open.

"What the fuck is going on here?" A female voice bellowed.