Indebted

Katie's POV

"Rıse and shine, stranger," came the deepest voice I have ever heard in my entire life.

I woke up groggily, trying to fight the sleep off of my eyes as I rubbed my eyes, trying to take in my environment.

"Where are my?" I asked, sleep still deep in my voice as I peered at the shirtless man looking at me with murder in his eves from across the room.

"You're in my palace prıncess," he replied with a smirk, removing the huge tobacco from the parting of his lips as he played with a sharp looking blade between his fingers.

I quickly scrambled from the bed, pulling the duvet over my body, but not before checking if my clothing was still intact.

"What did you do to me?" My voice shook, as I forced the tears away, seeing myself in another clothes.

He chuckled evilly, "Don't worry pet, I did nothing to you," He suddenly stood up, his height scared me, so I pulled back on the bed and was about to scream.

The look on his face scared me, but instead of coming towards me, he walked to the door, so I took that as cue to take my leave.

Not bothering to look at the room I'm in, I look for my dress, the one I remember wearing the day before. The day I caught Paul with another woman.

I couldn't find my clothes, so I dropped to the floor to get a better look at under the bed, but my head hurts a lot and memories of the previous night came rushing to me.

"Oh no!" I kept repeating while holding my head.

The man turned back with a glare and a smirk lacing his lips, "So, you remember?" It was more of a statement than a question.

As he asked the questions, two hefty men walked in holding a suit in their hands, I wasn't too quick to realize what was happening, but when I did, my eyes widened. At that moment, I quickly did a prayer to God, "Rescue me from here and I promise to never set foot into the club ever again." 

I squeaked, hearing his voice so near to me, "Yes," I managed to reply, not audacious enough to look him in the eyes, but he has other plans.

He held my chin and forced my face up, "Look at me," the command in his tone brought me to my knees, it made me tremble in fear and I almost wet myself.

"Yes sir."

He hummed, pleased by my response, "Do you know what you did?" He queried, and I nodded.

A minute passed, but I refuse to talk, "What did you do?" He decided to ask.

"I threw up on you. I promise I will buy you another suit, please just let me go." I rushed out quickly, hoping to touch a soft spot in him.

He did his evil chuckle again, "No can do," then he started to touch my face, I quivered in fear, silently praying he wouldn't hit me.

"Please, I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was doing, I was drunk, but I promise I'll pay you back for your suit, just let me go please." I pleaded, the almost rolling from my face, but he remained unfazed.

He pointed at the suit one of the men was holding, "Look at it, do you know what brand that is?" He inquired and I looked lost.

I have never been one too big on fashion, I don't even know of there is anything called brand, I wasn't sure how to reply so I won't incur his wrath, so I kept quiet, but that didn't sit well with him either.

He chuckled, "Of course you don't know, what does a girl like you know," I knew he was referring to my class in the society, but I dare not make a sound, I kept my head low, but his finger held it up again.

"I'm sorry," I whispered dejectedly.

"A pretty face and a strong figure," he replied, looking at my body. The men holding the dirty suit long gone now.

"What?" I was lost on what my physique has to do with his dirty suit, then I realized he might want me to wash it with hands.

My brain lighted up, if it got me out of trouble, I would gladly jump at it, so I did without wasting a second.

"I'll do it, I'll wash the suit with my hands and it'll be as good as new I promise!" I exclaimed, putting on a sweet smile, hoping he wouldn't see through my jitters. 

His eyes looked straight into mine, looking really murderous, "Do you know how much that suit was supposed to bring me?" He yelled, pointing angrily at the suit the men left on the bed.

I curled up, "I'm sorry, I'll pay you back,"

He scoffed, "Hundred billion dollars?" My eyes widened at the price of the suit.

"From a suit?" I wanted to ask, but I kept the question to myself.

"Do you know how much you are to pay me?" He grabbed my neck with his left hand and puff some smoke on my face. I coughed, but he didn't stop his ministrations.

I shook my head mumbling "no"

"I expect a billion dollars from you," he said it like it was some spare change. "And soon too." He finished, leaving me to hope that 'soon' means like twenty years.

So I asked, "Is ten years enough to pay back?" He smirked.

He looked at me indifferently, "You have two option, pay me back in a week…" he said first, leaving me hanging and my eyes wide. "Or work as a sex toy in My club." I was stumped and looked at him incredulously.

"What?" I whispered, totally confused where I would see that kind of money in a week time.

He brought out and flinched the blade in my face, I dropped to my knees bowing down pleading for my life, "Please."

But he wasn't having it, instead he dropped a piece of paper on me and shouted in my face.

"Sign it!"