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And he stands up as he takes the last drag of his cigarette and crashes it under his shoe. His hazal eyes are way too calm, as if he knows what effect he's having on me. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back on instinct. He raises a brow at that. He takes another two steps, and I try to run towards the door. I don't know what's on his mind, but I can tell whatever it is, it won't be beneficial for me. He scares me, especially after that night. I don't want to be used again. I don't want to be used anymore by anyone. But before I could tell within a second, he's on me slamming me against the door hard while pinning my both hands above my hand with only his one hand. I struggle to free myself as I can feel him against me. " Don't move, Rosalina." His voice breathy and so deep. He takes a moment as if calming himself down before using a finger of his other hand on my chin to make me look up at him. He makes me look at him using his firm hold on my jaw as he looks deep in my eyes. " What was happening there, Rosalina?" His voice dangerously low as his breath fans over my lips. " What do you mean?" I whisper ask as he's way too close. " What were you doing with my brother?" He moves his face even closer to me. " I... I..." Oh God, he's making me nervous. " You what, rosalina?" He looked genuinely interested in my answer. " I was just having food.." " You were just having food.." He repeats my words slowly as if talking to himself only. I nod. " What did I tell you before leaving, hm?" His fingers slowly tracing my jaw. " To.. To not roam around the house.." " And?" He scans my face as if trying to read my face. " And to not leave the room." I say at a very low voice. " And what did you do?" His voice is low and steady. " I.. I left the room... But -" I tried to reason that I was crazy hungry. But he moves his finger from my jaw to my lip, putting his index finger on my lips. " So you left the room even after I told you to stay." And he pinches my lower lip hard. " Ahh-" I gasp both at shock and in pain. The freaking psycho! It feels like it will bleed. "Only to flirt with my brother." He's crazy. Freaking crazy! I look at him with disbelief in my eyes. " I didn't -" " Such a little whore you are aren't you?" And my eyes shot up to him. " I am not -" I tried to stop the tears that were fighting to come out. " You are not what, Rosalina?" His hazal eyes boring into my ice blue ones. " I am not a whore-" I whisper as I fight the tears to not come out. However, I deny it, I know I am used. I know my body was sold several times for money. They used it however they wanted in exchange for a little money. I know that even though I deny it, I can't deny the fact that I slept with men I didn't know. I fight the tears as those memories flash across my mind. When I found myself beside a naked man for the first time, I confronted Moli. I asked her why they did that to me. I told her I was not a person like that. I denied the truth again and again, even though somewhere in my heart, I knew everything was turnished. I will never be the Rosa that I was. But still, I questioned her and confronted her until she slapped the cruel truth on my face. She said... She said that I am a whore. A slut. Who is and will be used for money. That men will feast on me, and I have no say in this. Because I am a prostitute.... " You are a whore Rosalina." His deep voice brings me back to the present as a whimper leaves my mouth probably trying to deny it. "But.. " He traces his thumb on my lower lip as blood coats his thumb. So it did bleed when he pinched my lips. But I am not in the state to care about the blood when my heart is bleeding. Whatever he has to say, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to... I look at him with plea as I don't want to know what he has to say. He brings his thumb to his mouth as he sucks the blood of my lips clean while locking his hazal eyes with my ice blue ones. "But only my whore." His eyes on me as I look at him with shock. Goosebumps covering my body. " Wh- What?" " 50 million Rosalina. 50 million. So.. You're only mine. And no one gets a taste of what I own. And when I say no one, I mean No Freaking One!" And I could not stop my tears anymore as a tear leaves my eye. I am so tired. So Freaking tired of people claiming their rights on me. So so tired of them taking me as their property. I don't even know what I am living for right now. I am already labelled as a whore. I don't even know when he will let me go! And even if I get to go back to my country, will I be able to be the Rosa I once was? I had no one back in the States, but I at least had my self-respect. My self-worth. But now I don't even have that. I am no different than a property to him. He runs down his knuckles on my right cheek slowly. In a very tender manner as he wipes the tear that left my eye. " Shush - I hate tears.. I don't want them on you." He whispers as he focuses on his fingers on my cheek. " You will not flirt with my brother again. Or to be better with anyone."His voice deep as hell. Suddenly, his hand moves from my face to my neck. As he wraps his hand around my neck and brings my face closer to him by the firm hold on my neck. " Because Rosalina, you are mine. And... I won't tolerate anyone even looking at something I own." He whispers through clenched teeth. He's not choking me, but the threat is there. When I don't reply, he puts pressure on his hold, cutting off my airway. " Am I clear, Rosalina?" His voice dangerously low and deep. " Ye- Yes.." I manage to reply. He loses his hold on my neck as a cruel smirk takes over his face . " Good girl." He leaves my hands, and I push him hard. But even when I pushed him with all my might, he didn't move an inch from his position, which is against me. He raises a brow on that. His smirk gets wider. " You seem to be in a hurry, Rosalina.." Whenever he takes my name, even when I deny it, it definitely has an effect on me. He takes my name in his deep voice coated with his heavy Italian accent, which makes me somehow cautious and so damn nervous. He leaves me and takes a few steps away from me as I stand against the door. He eyes me out for a few seconds more before he walks away and takes a seat on the same sofa. His eyes on his phone. As I uncomfortably move away from the door. I look at him, not being sure what to do now. This room has limited furniture. Designed in all wood. The entire room is furnished in black and brown. It just has a dressing table, a bed, and the sofa He's sitting on. The room is huge but not very human like. It's more robotic and just well furnished . There's nowhere to even take a seat other than the divan and the bed. He's on the divan, and I wasn't going to sit on the bed. It's already late, but no one showed me a room I could stay in. I stood there for a few more while before finally moving, and just as I kept my hand on the door, his voice cut me off. " Where are you going?" His voice calm as always. " I.. I am going to find .. Find myself a room." If I ask someone, I am sure they will be kind enough to give me a room in this mansion. As long as the room has a bed, I don't need anything else. " A room, hm?" His mocking tone made me turn away from the door and look at him. " Yeah?" It came out more like a question. " You are not going anywhere, Rosalina."Her Pov:" You are not going anywhere, Rosalina."" What do you mean?" I furrow my brows as I look at him for my answer." It simply means that you are staying here. What part do you not understand?" His eyes on his phone as he answers." But it's already late and.."" And what Rosalina?" His eyes rise from his phone as it strikes upon me." And I need to sleep..." As I am freaking tired from all the journey and his psychotic behaviour. " Well, I am not stopping you from sleeping. You can sleep if you want to." " And where will you sleep then?"" This is my room, Rosalina. Where do you think I will sleep?" His voice laced with humour. Wow! He's indeed having fun." I am not sleeping here!" I let him know being determined. No way in hell I would sleep with him in the same room. How did he even think that I would sleep here! " Oh, but you are Rosalina. You are sleeping here!" His eyes on me as he lets me know his decision. " But why in here?? This is a whole freaking mansion ! Why
Her Pov:The whole day passed by doing nothing. I am so hell bored, but there's literally nothing I can do about that. I tried to watch the TV, but I was never a telephile, so I gave up after a while.Back in the US, I didn't even have time to get bored. Classes, studies, part-time jobs, and Antonio ...My chest tightens from the memories as I try to push them on the back of my head.How strange it is, isn't it? The memories you once used to live for can turn into the reason that kills you from within with every passing second! Even when I try my best to not think I can't help myself. Sometimes, I wonder if I would still choose Antonio once again if I knew the events would turn out like this?Tears threaten to gather in my eyes as I try to shake that thought off my head. No... I won't think ... I don't want to think anymore...But boredom is getting the best of me. I tried to talk with the maids, but they were so busy with their work that they showed no interest in talking with me.
Her Pov:I open my eyes after how long I don't know. Itfeels like I am living in a haze. I don't knowwhen I am awake or when I am sleeping. It'salways like being in the middle of a dreamand a reality.As I open my eyes, I try to get up, but I don'thave any strength to even move. Afterattempting a number of times, I finally get upfrom my sleeping posture and sit up using thewall as my support.I sit up and look around the small dark room.It's so dark that only a dim light is there. Myeyes move to the door of the room. It's theonly way of getting in or out.Without the door, there's nothing in the room.Just a mattress on the floor, and that's it.There's no window in the room, so I can't tell ifit's day or night. It's not that I care, though.My gaze shifts to the abandoned plate offood in front of the door, and I try to get up.My body hurts with every move as I struggleto stand on my feet.Leaning on the wall taking support, I finally stand up and try to walk towards th
His Pov:I sigh as the car parks in front of the venue. I usually hate this type of event, and I never attended them in the past. But this time, it needs to be done, and I need to attend the event. If it wasn't serious father wouldn't have send me here. Being the son of the leader of the Italian Mafia has given me a lot of things along with the responsibilities. Therefore, even if I personally hate it I didn't argue with father on the topic as I also know, we need to seal the deal with the Russians.Ethan Volcov, is a higher up in the Russian Mafia who reportedly is going to attend the event.My work is to attract his attention and have an introduction with him for a better chance of sealing the deal. I take a deep breath as I come out of the car and walk into the so-called venue.This is another stupid event of selling prostitutes to the elites of the society. To be precise to the scums of the society. But it can't be denied that this is the event you can find most of the influentia
Her Pov:I don't know what drug they put me on but I can still feel things around me see things even though they are blurry and can hear things even though they feel like they are coming from another world but yeah. I can walk as well, but I don't have much of my balance.Previously, whenever they injected me something, I lost my total sense and couldn't remember or feel anything. I would be like dead at the time.But this time it feels lighter than the previous ones. This time, I can tell things. I don't know if it's a good thing, though.They got me ready and blindfold me before taking me to somewhere.I don't know where they took me, but I could hear people talking and even naming prices.It took me a long while to understand that they were naming prices for me. But I couldn't react as the drug was slowly taking me over. A woman behind me was holding me as I was loosing my senses to even move a muscle of my body.The last thing I heard is " Sold". Before I lost in the darkness. Wh
His Pov: I chain up my pants as she gets up and goes to the washroom. Honestly, I don't know why the hell I did that.I usually don't lose control and never do anything without giving it several thoughts. I never in my life bought any prostitute or forced myself on anyone. Women always went crazy over me and could do anything to get just a glance from me. I have just had one night stands and never slept with a woman twice in my life. I had sex just for some fun and ended it just in there. For the first time, I bought someone with money, and honestly, even I don't know what I planned to do with her. But I definitely didn't plan to sleep with her or even touch her. But when she continuously started to beg me to let her go and give her passport back to her, something shifted in my mind.If she didn't beg, I could even consider this, but her seemingly not wanting me even after being used by several people got me on my edge. I didn't like that she didn't want me. But what got me off w
Her Pov: It has been around ten days since I have been here. Most of the time he doesn't stay at the house and I love it as I don't like to have him around me. He intimidates me too much and makes me really nervous for some reason. Whenever he's in the house I often catch his eyes on me and he doesn't even move them away as if he couldn't care less. It feels like he isn't watching me but more like studying me. He hasn't touched me again since the first day and sleeps in the separate room as well. I think he started to grow bored of me and I am also trying to behave according to him so that I can get rid of this soon and leave for the US as they handed him my passport. Well I tried to find ways to run away when he was not at home. But he locked the door from the outside and there's no other way to get out. The apartment is I guess on the 17th or 18th floor as it's very high I can't climb down or anything. Anyway what would I do running away as I don't have my passport with m