One on one with my captor

I have nothing to offer you, I haven't been a bother on your part. I have stayed away from New York, so why?" Amara pressed, demanding to know the truth and the answer for her captivity.

Wanting to know what she did to deserve being treated the way she was being treated. Her anger and annoyance made her fail to notice the beauty of the mansion or the house keeper standing at the side.

Damien calmly sat down, without saying so much as a word. He watched as she yapped on about being treated badly and how it made her feel. If she considered whatever he was doing now, as being treated badly then as he was in for a lot of surprises.

"Why are you just staring at me?" Amara asked, realizing she was blabbering on and he was busy just staring at her without saying as much as a word.

"Sit." Damien ordered calmly, his voice filled with authority.

Amara took her sit on the opposite couch, staring at him and wondering what he could possibly want to say to her.

"You will never again, try to raise your voice at me. Understood?" Damien muttered, giving her a piercing look.

"And from now on, you are going to be my captive. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it, however I say it. You. You have no right to object to whatsoever I say, you are my puppet from now on."

"Neither can you leave the mansion ever again. You are trapped here and can only leave when I want or ask you to leave." Damien muttered, stating all he had wanted to say from the moment they got here.

Amara scorned in disbelief, he had to be joking and pulling a prank on her, probably just to scare her and try to claim his authority on her.

"You are kidding right?" Amara asked with a soft laugh and a smile.

Damien paused, staring at her. Wondering what she was busy blabbing about now.

"Whatever you just said, you are joking right? Being your captive, not allowed to leave the mansion? Staying here? This is all a childish joke right?" Amara muttered.

"Who says it's a joke?" Damien asked, tilting his head to the side. He was laid back and free, like he had not just spoken the most absorbed words.

"You are just joking, you can't possibly want to dictate my freedom. Tell me in what way I wronged you and I will apologize to you but you have no right to capture me and lock me up."

Amara muttered, realizing he was not joking about it and was actually very serious about whatever he was saying.

Damien refused to give her a reply, getting satisfaction from watching her break down and get confused trying to figure out his intentions.

"You are my captive and I am your master. Whatever I say, goes. If you have a problem with following rules, you will be forced to."

"You have stepped into the mansion and so there is no means of escape for you anymore, don't even try to escape. You can keep trying to figure out why you are here, but you will never find out at all." Damien said and stood up on his feet.

His heart was burning with hatred, burning with pain and disgust and her sadness and pain was the only thing that was giving him a tinge of satisfaction and ease in his heart.

Amara glared at him in disbelief, what was the reason for this? If his reason for trying to capture her and punish her was because of her father's betrayal, then he had no rights whatsoever to do that.

"You should let me go, I am not the one who betrayed you or your family. I am sorry for stepping into your territory and will not dare to anymore, so please let me go." Amara remarked, trying to reason with him.

Damien stared at her wordlessly before walking away.

"Show her to her room and make sure she is unable to leave the mansion." He ordered the house keeper who was standing by the side.

The house keeper frantically nodded, sensing the master was already upset and he would not want to upset him any longer.

Amara watched him walk away, she could not believe her eyes. He had walked away without letting her talk, without listening to her, he turned her into a captive. What was wrong with this man?!

Amara didn't wait to be dragged into the room, she stormed back towards the door she just had come through, hoping to see it unlock and so she could make her escape and leave from there.

"I would not go out there if I were you." The house keeper calmly muttered, following after Amara. Amara didn't want anyone telling her what and what not to do.

She went ahead, making her way out regardless but to her greatest surprise, the door was already shut. She turned towards the house keeper, wondering if he had the key.

The house keeper was a middle aged man, who could easily be mistaken for weak and feeble but Amara knew better than to consider or call him feeble.

As a mafia princess herself, she once had a house filled with workers who were nothing but ordinary.

"Do you have the keys?" She asked, staring at him cautiously.

"I would not advise you to do that child. You should go back in and get some rest, it is 2AM." The housekeeper muttered, encouraging her not to make hasty decisions.

Amara snorted. Easy for him to say, he was not being threatened or being told he would be a captive for the rest of his life, so he could easily tell her that.

"I want to leave here. I have a life and I will not be spending my life in the fire walls of this mansion. So please let me out of here."