Chapter Four

My hands flew to mouth, but not before a short gasp escaped my lips. The large room, was scarcely lit by the red bulb dangling from the roof. At the first end, a large bed stood, properly dressed with black silky sheets, and at another end, a hammock style sex swing, hung lazily.

Opposite the bed, stood a wooden wall, studded with different bondage cuffs, in colors red, black and pink; mouth gag, arm binder, shackles and a rope. Close to the wooden wall, was a table.

I move closer to the table to examine its content; I picked up the posture collar, and studied it for a while before putting it down and moved on to the flogger. I examined the black, leather material with tails that ended in a rose shape, with my eyes without touching it.

I winced when I picked up the breast clamp, what kind of freaky stuff is this guy into? I replace the breast clamp on the table.

“Of course he also has a whip!” I looked at the brown object in distaste.

A shiny stainless object caught my attention. I moved away from the whip and picked up the object which looked like a fishing hook. The object felt cool in between my fingers. I brought closer to my face, squinting to get a clearer view.

“Do you like it?” His voice hoarse voice, came from behind.

Startled, I dropped the hook, which clattered on the floor, andspun around. He was a few feet away, yet his fragrance, which was a mixture of woody and musky scent filtered into my nostril.

“It’s an anal hook,” he bent to pick up the metal object.

“What is all this?” I asked, looking around. I probably shouldn’t have come in here, I rubbed my naked arm. I should have at least waited until he was out of the house before I snooped around.

What if he tries to use any of these freaky stuff on me? My eyelids widened in fear at the thought. I wrapped my arms protectively around myself. He chuckled at the gestured and inched closer to where I stood, “My very first instruction, Ashley. And you couldn’t even adhere to it.”

“Why would you blatantly disobey me?” He had a smug smile etched on his face.

“Well, if you don’t like it send me back to where you found me,”I slithered away before he could close the gap between us.

“How long are you going to keep me here?” I moved closer to the door, with my hand wrapped firmly around the door knob.Just in case he tries something funny, I can make a run for it.

“With the amount I paid for you, you are mine baby doll,” he responded, but didn’t turn to look at me.

“You can’t keep me against my will. I can report you to the authorities,” I threatened, folding my hands over my breast.

He laughed and then turned to face me, “You can’t get away from me.” He leaned against the table.

“Want to bet?” I turned the door knob and made to run, but he beat me it, slamming the door shut with one hand. I pressed my back against the door, petrified.

The low growl in his throat forced me to look up at him. My breath stuck in my throat, when I saw his eyes turn a bright golden color.

“Werewolf,” I whispered breathlessly.

He put up his other hand, locking me in between his arms; his lips tilted in a small smile.

“So you see, wherever you go, I will find you and I will….”

“Kill me?” I asked in a shaky voice. The image of the werewolf and my parents mutilated bodies, flashed before my eyes, and tears started welling up in them.

Shock flashed through his eyes but was immediately replaced with a cold look.

“I am not going to hurt you, Ashley, As long as you obey me.” He backed away from me.

“I am not your property,” I muttered weakly.

He turned, almost dramatically and looked at me, his thin lips curled in a small smile, “You are mine, mi Alma.”

I stared back at him and my knees trembled, not in fear this time but something else. I mustered as much strength as I could and ran out of the room, I raced down the stairs and made my way tothe balcony.

I clutched my chest tightly, as memories I had buried, came flooding back. It was like a million shards of glass showered over me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I had tried to avoid the inner part of the city because it was predominantly werewolf territory, and werewolves always triggered this horrific memory I have tried to bury.

First, I had to watch a werewolf take my parents away from me,now another werewolf takes away my freedom. Could fate’s joke get any sicker? I had to get away from here, from him. But how?

His mansion is literally crawling with armed men and most of which would probably be werewolves too. The knot in my chest tightened. Soon, I was sprawled on the cold marble floor, gasping for air.

As my eyelids struggled to stay open, I saw a kind face hover over me, she smelt of pecan cream pie, the kind my mother used to make me on weekends.

Was I dying? Now seems like a very good time for that, at least I will be reunited with my parents.

“Breathe child!” the words were almost inaudible, they were as light as the breeze fiddling with my bangs.

“Come on child!” the voice was clearer now. I could feel the cold tile again and the uncomfortable pressing of frail fingers against my chest.

My blurred vision was clearer now, I look up and find an elderly lady, with kind brown eyes, with hair that was a bold mesh of gray and black, rolled in a tight bun; squat above me.

“You are okay, just breathe,” she whispered, patting my hair.

I haven’t had a panic attack in years, I had almost forgotten how scary it could be. My father used to be the one to pat my back and walk me through my breathing, whenever I have a panic attack. And now….

I sat up and put some distance between the old lady and myself.“Hello my child,” she beamed a bright smile, causing the side of her eyes to crinkle. “I didn’t know Matt had a guest,” she rose to her feet.

I follow her with my eyes. She straightened her floral ankle length dress, which was a light shade of blue, with a white apron strapped in front.

“Come on inside, I made pasta salad and fried chicken,” she threw over her shoulder as she walked back inside, “and pecan cream pie on the side. Hope you’re hungry?”

My tummy rumbled in response. I followed her in hesitantly. I could not say no to food, especially when it sounded so good.She led me to the dining room, where matt was already seated, with his eyes glued to his phone. His face broke into a smile when he saw me, “Ashley! I see you’ve met Rosa.”

Rosa smiled, “Poor thing was having a panic attack when I saw her.”

I was about to say something in my defense when the doorbell rang. Rosa went to the door while I settled into a seat, away from Matt. Seconds later a tall blond woman, in a tight red dressand matching red lipstick strode in. She looked like an actress; slender, with an air of superiority about her.

“My love, I have being trying to call you but your number has been unreachable,” she lifted her eyes from her phone. She arched her eyebrow questioningly at Matt, who on the other hand maintained an unruffled expression. I watch her eyes flare in surprise when her gaze fell on me.

“Babe, who is this?” she snarled.