Vended to Don Damon

Iris's POVThey brought me to a massive mansion that looked like a girl's dormitory hidden deep in the forest, far from the city and any chance of escape. The men were silent throughout the journey and I wasn't in the mood to start a conversation with any of them. All I wanted to do was just survive this. Mimi's betrayal still stung me deeply and whenever I closed my eyes. All I could see was her cold face smiling back at me.I wanted to cry so badly, let the tears flow freely from my eyes while I cursed my parents for bringing me into this cold world.Revenge filled my mind and I swore to myself that I would make it through this. The men led me into the house and I soon discovered that I wasn't the only girl in the house. There were dozens of us from all over the world. Brought here for whatever reason you could think of.Some of them were refugees, fleeing their country, others had been lured here on the pretense of a better life. Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter. We were

Iris's POVI walked out of the store, my face flushed as Damon guided me back to the car. His hand rested on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't believe he made me strip in front of him to change into the clothes he bought for me. His words echoed in my mind, "Mine...you are mine."I didn't raise my head to look at him as he opened the car door, still holding the bag of clothes in his other hand. I didn't look up at his men again, either. They seemed to be everywhere, watching me with an unnerving intensity.As the car started moving, I tried to distract myself and calm down before I began thinking of how to escape, to run far away from this man. This man who wouldn't stop looking at me with his teasing eyes!My face turned red, and I looked down at what I was wearing. I hadn’t even paid attention when I put it on and left the store; I was too embarrassed by what he made me do. The dress was sky blue, soft, and puffy – probably the prettiest thing I'd ever

Damon’s POVI sat in the back of the black SUV, utterly disturbed and turned on.Was this what I would have to deal with, having this pretty little petal around?True, I have a huge sexual appetite. But it doesn’t mean I couldn’t control myself. However, since I laid my eyes on the girl—Iris—at the black market, controlling myself has been a bit of a problem for me.No. Not even a bit. I have found it greatly difficult to control myself since I set my eyes on her. All I’ve thought of, all I’ve been wanting to do, since I saw her, was jump on her. Gobble her up. Eat her up. It was itchy. An itch that needs scratching.And I hated it.I hated that she could have that kind of effect on me. No one had ever had such an effect on me, and that was why I was disturbed.No matter who it was, no matter the situation, I was always in control. But with her, it was different. Whenever I looked at her, I felt my control slipping, and very fast.This was not good for a businessman who controls an ar

Iris’s POVAlthough I didn’t want to admit it to myself, the dungeon was the perfect prison for a slave girl who was desperately seeking to escape. It was a dark, smelly, large room, the walls designed with splashes of red and claw-like designs—sometimes I fear that these splashes of red might be the blood of actual humans, and I get spooked—just how evil were these people? How many people have they tortured here? Will they do that to me too?The first day of being locked up in the dungeon went by very slowly—at first, I screamed until my throat dried up, then I cried and cried, then I thought about my actual parents and where the hell on earth they were. Towards the end of the first day, I just stared into space, mute and sad, as it slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t getting any food. It wasn’t even like I had an appetite for food.The same routine was repeated on the second and third day, and throughout my first week being locked up in this Godforsaken place.I slowly started to los

Damon’s POVThe manor was unusually eery and quiet as I turned off the engine of my black Griffin Marauder. I smoothed the wheel—this car was a treasure I had inherited from my grandfather—and I sat there in my treasured baby, stroking my beard. Even now, I was stalling to go into my own house. A place that had offered me so much solace. Because of her. Iris.What the hell? I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew deep down that I was slowly getting obsessed. If this wasn't an obsession, then what?I sighed, very much frustrated. I haven’t seen her for over two weeks now. What would she look like now? How would she react when she sees me? Forcing the whirling thoughts of Iris away from my mind, I got out of the car and made my way to the manor. I was going to see her soon, anyway. There was no need to torment myself any further. Ryder came scurrying as soon as I walked through the front door. “Welcome, sir,” he greeted, with a slight bow of his head. “I’ve told you to drop the hon