Part 6

Her Pov:

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."