THREE

~Emmy~

Shuffling forward slowly, thanks to the iron restraints attached to my ankles, I made my way into a shady room. 

"Oh, look, another room that stinks of piss and death!" I snorted sarcastically, glaring over my shoulder at Sir. "Although that might just be you, old man!" I added with a sly grin, earning me a slap to the back of the head. 

"You need to learn some manners!" Sir snapped at me hatefully. 

"Yeah, forgive me, I am a little out of touch on the etiquette for how one is meant to address her kidnapper." I barked, rolling my eyes at the stupid prick.

"With a little more respect than that!" He grunted, kicking my legs out from under me as he let go, allowing me to tumble to the floor with a yelp. 

"Careful now, Sir, you wouldn't want to damage me before I am paid for." I scoffed, rubbing my sore hands from the impact of the fall. 

"You are already paid for!" He laughed, kneeling in front of me, his face hovering close to mine, close enough that if I wanted to, I could headbutt the smug look off his face. "So you are no longer a pain in my ass!" 

"Aww you say the sweetest things!" I grunted, rolling my eyes as I pulled myself to my feet. "What sort of sicko buys a young lady at an auction anyway!" I asked, raising my eyes to meet the cold eyes of Sir, who shrugged, a smile painting his lips that reminded me of the movie IT: all crooked teeth and sinister intent. 

"A powerful one!" He grinned at me. "Powerful enough to make you disappear, I am sure." Sucking down my remark, I lowered my eyes for a moment, thinking about my parents and what they must be going through, the idea of not seeing them again made my heart ache. Pursing my lips, I swallowed my pride and kept quiet.

"Maybe I will come and see you at one of his establishments, and finally get that blow job!" He whispered, his grubby knuckles trailing down my cheek. Pulling my head back, I smacked my forehead into him; hearing the bones in his nose crack under the force, I beamed evilly. 

"You bitch!" He roared, blood dripping down his face and coating his lips in crimson, reminding me of Pennywise yet again, making me laugh bitterly, the sound of my laughter evidently pushing him over the edge as his hand raised above his head, ready to strike me. 

"Touch her again and I will rip that arm off!" A voice said quietly from the corner of the room, making us both jump. Turning to look in the direction the threat came from with a furrowed brow, I tried to see into the darkness.  

"I didn't realise you were still here; I am sorry", Sir stuttered over his words nervously; a slight grin slipped onto my lips, hoping Sir would be foolish enough to challenge the stranger so that I could see him get his ass handed to him. 

"Evidently." The voice stated calmly. Hearing the sound of wood creaking, I chanced a glance over, hoping to see my saviour, but still, he hid in the darkness, making me nervous. 

"Only evil lurks in the dark." A voice whispered inside my head, sending a cold chill down my spine. 

"And only crazy people hear voices!" I muttered back at the voice that liked to taunt me from time to time, the irony of my replying to it not lost on me either. My parents had told me it was because I was exhausted but still had insisted on keeping me medicated to dull the voice; but since I had been held captive here, I had not exactly been able to take them, and it seemed the crazy in me was taking advantage of the situation and itching to come out and play. A knock on the door alerted us to someone else coming in and distracted me from my thoughts on my sanity, or lack thereof.

"Enter." My stranger ordered, his tone laced with authority. Sir frowned disappointedly, a smirk playing at my lips, seeing his eyes flash to the other male who, given how the shadow moved, had stood. Sir seeing the darkness move, straightened back up stepping out of my personal space, giving me the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief. 

"I will remind you this is my establishment, not yours," Sir muttered weakly; a chuckle rolling across the room caused the hairs at the nape of my neck to stand on edge. The door opened, and in came a petite male in a suit that looked like it cost more than my parents made in a year, a binder clutched in his hands. 

"You have made the payment?" Sir barked at him, and I sighed, realising that the petite figure was the male who had bid on me.

"I had hoped he would be hot!" The voice muttered disappointedly, making me groan, missing the little blue pills my mouth shoved at me. 

"Come on, Esme, let us not pretend it wouldn't help if he were good-looking- if we are to be stuck with him!" The voice continued. 

"Seriously!" I groaned audibly; my father had explained when I was ten that the voice I heard was a mental disorder and was my way of coping with situations that made me uncomfortable. That my mind was just playing tricks on me. That or I had finally given in to one of my multiple personalities. Ignoring the voice in the back of my head, I slumped back on the floor when it became hard to stand with the foot restraints and eyed the male with the binder. 

He moved like I made him nervous, but something in his eyes let me know he did not like me very much, which made no sense given that he had just paid a fortune to buy me. Snorting as he leaned back against a wall, I narrowed my eyes on him and crossed my arms the best I could across my chest.

"Something funny!" Sir asked, debating kicking me but clearly thinking better of it as his eyes glanced into the shadow. 

"Yes!" I snapped, "The fool is leaning in blood and what I think is puke; not sure that will be coming out of his fancy suit!" I grinned, watching him push off the wall and step closer to me unconsciously. "Don't worry, Sugar, it will have more blood than that on it by the time the night is through," I winked at my new 'owner.' 

"Really, how so?" He asked, making me pause; he sounded different than earlier; maybe it was because his voice was being played through a speaker, but I could have sworn it was deeper.

"Because I plan to make your death as bloody as possible!" I grinned slowly. A dangerous chuckle echoed from the darkness, cutting off my next words. My saviour stepped from the shadows and into the dimly lit light that hung in the centre of the room, his black and red pinstripe suit clinging to him perfectly; the fabric looked beyond expensive, matching his gold watch and ring. He stepped into the room and closer to me, holding his hand out for the binder.

“Now THAT's what I am talking about!” The voice whined flustered in my head as I took in his roguish good looks, his arms flexed under his suit as he held the binder, checking the details over. The light caught his chiselled jaw and high cheekbones as he nodded to the smaller male, who slipped from the room as silently as he had entered. Turning, his eyes met mine, green hues settled on me that screamed trouble! Swallowing the lump in my throat I refused to let his good looks and confidence affect me.

"The deal is done princess, you belong to ME now!" He uttered, oozing sex, money and power. 

"I belong to no one!" I snapped, blushing at the intense stare that he held me in. "I am a person, not property!" I growled, moving my hands the best I could in the restraints to protect my body from his stare; it felt like he was undressing me with his sage green eyes, his dark features flexing as he licked his lips. My cheeks flushed as heat spread through my body, only to pool between my legs.

"I think you will find that you do!" He expressed his lingering stare drinking in every curve of my body that I hid under this thin nightgown. Never in my life had I felt so self-conscious and yet so turned on, but then never had I been allowed to be alone with a boy long enough to feel anything much at all.

"You are mine now, sweetheart, for today... tomorrow and always!"