7. Should I?

David's POV;

 

 

 

 

"You've said that so much, It's getting irritating. Tell me. Is being gay so bad?  What scares you so much? You act like you’re afraid of me, but we both know what really scares you… It's admitting what you want. "Salvatore spoke, and something snapped inside me. What gives him the right to talk like he knows me!? 

 

 

 

 

"You have no right to say that. You know nothing about me, so don't preach to me about my sexuality. I know what I am! "I yelled, and I saw something shift in his eyes as his expression dropped. It was almost like I hurt him. But why would my words hurt him? It's no lie. We do not know each other. He knows absolutely nothing about me, so he's in no place to tell me what I am and what I'm not. He just met me today.

 

 

 

 

“Listen to me, David.” He then spoke with his voice was low and commanding.

 

 

“I won’t force you. I won’t touch you unless you permit me. But make no mistake. You belong to me now. You work for me. You answer to me. You are mine. And if you try to run…”He continued before leaning closer.

 

 

 

 

"I won't be responsible for the punishment I'll give. "He concluded, and a chill ran down my spine. His possessiveness was suffocating, and I could sense an obsession that tightened around my throat like chains. Why is this man so keen on having me? He wants me as his property, but why? He only just met me today. He doesn't know me, so why does he want me? This is all too much for me, I can hardly process it.

 

 

 

 

“This is insane,” I muttered before I could stop myself and he scoffed.

 

 

 

 

“Insane or not, it’s the deal you agreed to,” he said, turning away to pick up the towel he tossed aside a while back, and I stared at the tattoos on his back.

 

 

 

 

“So what?” I asked, my voice oozing with sarcasm as I tried to bury the fear I was feeling.

 

“Do I need your permission to take a dump too? ”I asked in an attempt to gain back some semblance of control and look unafraid of him.

 

 

 

 

He paused and shrugged before slinging the towel over his shoulder.

 

 

 

 

“I haven't decided on that yet.” He replied a bit too nonchalantly, and I clenched my fists, glaring at his back as he headed toward the bathroom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You better assign me to my cell before you leave me here,” I said, trying to get his attention.

 

 

 

 

“I'm a thief after all. I just might steal something.”I added, and he stopped in the doorway and turned slightly, with one of those annoying smirks on his face.

 

 

 

 

"This is your cell. So, take whatever you want. You won't be going anywhere... With it. "He said, and I felt my stomach drop.

 

 

 

 

"What do you mean this is my cell? Isn't... Isn't this your room? "I questioned, and he turned fully now, his steps slow and deliberate as he walked back to me. The bed dipped under his weight as he leaned over to me, his face inches from mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes. This is my bedroom. And we'll be sharing it. You won't be out of my sight till I permit it. So, get used to your cell, David. "He said, and my heart began to pound again as I quickly looked around the massive room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But there's... only one bed. "I said in fear, and his smirk deepened. Why was he smirking? He couldn't possibly expect me to share a bed with him. Right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I know. "He replied, with his face still just inches away from mine, and I swallowed in fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I like how flushed your cheeks get when I get close to you. "He said, and I looked away with my face burning with humiliation.

 

 

 

 

He suddenly moved away and his eyes shifted to his... Oh, God.

 

 

 

 

“I need to take care of this,” he said casually gesturing at his boner, and my eyes widened, as I scrambled to the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible, and he chuckled dryly.

 

 

 

 

“In the meantime,” he began as he once again made his way towards the bathroom.

 

 

 

 

“go downstairs and have dinner. Be back by eight. ”He instructed, and I watched him walk further away.

 

 

 

 

I stared at the bathroom door as it clicked shut, and my mind began to race.

 

 

 

 

Is this truly my life now? Am I doing the right thing? Trapped with a man who owns me, in every way imaginable. Am I being a fool for agreeing to this? 

 

 

 

 

My mind was a chaotic mess and yet, as I stared at the empty bed, I hated the perverted part of me that wondered what it would feel like… to willingly stay. To give myself to this man and let him take care of my worries. Will I regret it? Should I fight this... Or should I give in?

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Third Person’s Narrative;

David stretched like a cat, trying to relieve his tense muscles, and it wasn’t until he opened his eyes that he remembered where he was. He immediately sat up in fear and looked around. He was in Salavatore’s room, and on his bed. When did he fall asleep? 

He looked beside him and realized that Salvatore still hadn’t come back. It was late at night, and the digital clock beside the bed blinked the time. It was 1:30 am, and Salvatore wasn’t in the room. David knew this because Salvatore’s scent was faint, and despite the abject darkness in the room, he could feel the loneliness. He was alone.

For some reason, David was curious. Around 11:00 pm, Salvatore told David he had something to attend to and would be back later. So, why wasn’t he back? David couldn’t tell why he was concerned. He didn’t even know if it was concern or curiosity, but he wanted to know where Salvatore was. What he was doing that took so much time.

It felt odd. The man had spent most of the previous day showing David that he wanted him. So, why was he away on the first night he could spend with David? David caressed the bedsheet beside him, as he thought. The place where Salvatore would have been if he spent the night in the room, felt cold under David's fingertips. 

He tried to make sense of it. Maybe  Salvatore had fallen asleep in another room or was caught up in a meeting. But it still didn’t make sense. Something felt off. Was the villa under attack? Was Salvatore planning something involving him? David wasn’t sure if it was fear or foolishness driving him, but he needed to know. As silly and conflicted as he concern made him feel, he couldn’t stop himself.

He pulled his jacket around him properly, and gently got off the bed. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he made his way to the door. A part of him feared that Salvatore might have locked him in, but thankfully, that was not the case. The door opened, and he stepped into the hallway. It was dimly lit as opposed to how brightly lit is was earlier in the day, but this wasn’t new info. Salvatore liked the dark and it was obvious in almost everything about him. Including this tiny detail. Salvatore liked the villa partly dark at night. David listened to the silent hum of the appliances in the villa and took a deep breath as he began his search.

His mission was simple. Find Salvatore, figure out what was going on, and go back to the room. Thankfully, he knew the layout of the place and the guard's patrol pattern, so he could pull this off without being noticed. He had to. He had to. Heaven only knew what Salvatore would do if there was no trouble and he caught him snooping around… Or worse, thought he was trying to escape.