CHAPTER ONE: YOU ARE MINE VALENTINA AND I REALLY HATE SHARING!

VALENTINA’S POV

“Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. 

Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

I looked at Don Carlos pleading with him to save me as they were tying me up but he did nothing, he just stood there looking sympathetic with his eyes facing the ground. Next to this man, Don Carlos, my master who I have feared for as long as I can remember looked like a scared little boy.

“Let me go!” I yelled, moving my hands as they tried to tie them.

“I said let me go!” I yelled again with rage in my eyes. I am trying my best to hide my fear, trying  to keep my voice steady. They will not see me cower in fear, I will not allow them get the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable.

“Feisty, I like that. After I am done with her, she will know to only speak when she is being spoken to.” The devil said with a smirk. I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arm, He looks like the definition of evil with that wicked smirk that can make anyone’s heart beat twice as fast in fear, that cold stare that can make anyone shiver in fear, that authoritative voice that can make even the most confident person doubt their entire existence.

His mannerism seems to contrast with his appearance, how can someone so evil be so handsome? he has the most piercing yet beautiful green eyes, jet black hair, golden-brown tan skin, and muscular body. He looks confident, cocky, and ruthless.

My eyes had locked with Diego’s at the strip club earlier today, I could feel his intense stare on me as I twirled and turned with my legs wrapped around the silver pole. I saw him lick his lips as he leaned forward, abandoning the game of Russian roulette he was playing.

He looked as sexy as sin itself, I did all I could to remain focused on stripping, he continued to stare at me till my dance ended not even bothering to avert his gaze. When I looked at him his gaze met mine with an even stronger force like we were playing a weird flirting game. 

When I got an anonymous request for a lap dance I immediately knew it was him, the mystery man in the navy blue tuxedo. The man I now know as Diego Fernandez.

I tossed his request in the trash along side the others. I don’t do lap dances, I just dance. The request from this anonymous blue Tuxedo man kept coming, I kept tossing them in the trash until Don Carlos himself walked in.

“You know you can not reject Diego Fernandez. It never ends well.” He said.

“I don’t care who he is, I have my principles. He can pick someone else.” I replied as I touched up my makeup, my next shift was supposed to start in the next fifteen minutes.

“Listen to me you little tramp, I say what you do and you do what I say, got it?! I own you, never forget that, you are dancing with Diego Fernandez whether you like it or not.” He replied pulling me by the arm and then throwing me to the ground.

“But we have a deal” I protested. I can not imagine sharing my body with anyone else other than my boyfriend Lorenzo so I made a deal with Don Carlos, I pay him a certain amount every week in return I’m allowed not to do lap dances.

“One more word from you and I promise that you won’t be alive to tell the tale of your defiance.” Don Carlos replied through gritted teeth. 

I weighed my options, this man seemed dangerous even Don Carlos, my fearless owner was scared of him, it seemed wise to just give him what he wanted. I thought of my boyfriend Lorenzo, what would he think? He would want me to stay alive, I consoled myself.

I wore a confident smile and went out there, ready to be Diego Fernandez’s plaything for the night, if only I knew he was the devil.

“Nice doing business with you Carlos.” Diego said shaking hands with Don Carlos. 

I caught a glimpse of him as he walked past me, he seems like the type of person that  is very used to getting what he wants without taking no for an answer like he has always been handed whatever he wants with no argument. If that’s the case he is in for a surprise because I’m never going to accept him as my master, I would rather die.

I glared at him and then at Don Carlos, why would they do this to me? What did I do wrong?

I was still glaring at Diego with rage in my eyes when I felt a hard slap land on my face. It was so spontaneous, that I had not seen it coming, I swear I could feel my bones shift and my eyes pop out from their sockets.

I tried not to show them that I was in a lot of pain however I could not stop a teardrop from rolling down my cheek, I wiped it off furiously with my untied left hand.

“You never look master in the eyes. Got it?” One of the guys tying me said. 

 I was about to say something hurtful to him when he covered my nose with a cloth, I immediately started to feel sleepy, and the next thing I knew I was in a strange room bound to a steel chair, gagged and tied up.

****

I felt cold water land on my body.

“Hey! The boss wants to speak to you.” The person who had poured it on me said. 

I had been untied, I winced in pain, my arm felt sore, my wrist felt like it was on fire, and my body was freezing cold. I had been stripped to just my bra and panties, the cold air seeped into the room, and I felt my teeth clatter, my body shivering.

‘I am going to die here,’  I thought to myself

“The boss wants to talk to you.” The man said again, he untied me and pulled me up on my feet, my knees felt weak I fell down and immediately pulled myself back up, trying my hardest to steady myself.

I stood there unsure of whether I wanted to see ‘the boss’ especially in my almost nude state.

The man noticed that I had not yet moved.

“Hey piece of advice newbie, here you have to do what you are told… that’s if you want to stay alive.” He said with a soulless grin before turning to leave. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying my best not to cry. I’m here in this place that I don’t know with a man who is literally known as the devil. Something tells me refusing to see Diego Fernandez will do me no good, I’m already weak from everything I have been through, and I don’t think I can take anymore.

I followed the man to Diego.

I knocked.

“Come in.” A voice answered. I know that voice, it belongs to Diego, the Devil. I walked in alone, the man that had accompanied me walked away.

“You are finally awake pretty face.” Diego said, he was sitting on a throne-like chair, his chest and abs fully exposed from his expensive-looking jacket.

I swallowed hard, How can someone so wicked look so hot?

“I have a gift for you, something to solidify our newly formed friendship, Let’s call it a piece offering, I promise you will love it.” He said with a smile as he beckoned on  a man  to come closer. The man was holding on to a diamond encrusted case, the case was huge but still small enough to be carried by one person.

“I want all of you Valentina, including your heart. I really don’t like sharing what I own with anyone else.” He said as the man slowly opened the case.

I stared into it, my eyes have to be deceiving me, that can not be Lorenzo’s head in there!

“No no no no no…” I continued to say shaking my head vigorously because no other word would come to my mind. This is not happening, I sobbed. Thi… This is not happening…

“I’m sorry pretty face, I just couldn’t bear the thought of sharing you with someone else.” He said without remorse on his face.

I continued to cry uncontrollably, this has to be a bad dream. There is no way it’s my Lorenzo, my boyfriend’s head in there.

“This is so pathetic, take her away, bring her back when she is more settled. I have yet another gift for you pretty face.”  he ordered. I was dragged away, taken back into the blank empty room.