Good-looking, with brown slicked hair, and a towering height. He was built, muscular in appearance and his presence screamed power. His eyes were cold and pressed against mine and his expression remained still and silent.
He had a pure definition, he looked like a god, a king in his mansion. He was exactly the perfect man. I think I've seen the most beautiful man in the whole universe.
He wore a black suit like the others and his eyes never left mine.
"Boss..." The bald man bowed slightly.
"Who's she?." His deep voice asked. He took a step closer, looking at me all over. My heart skipped a bit, he was close, very close to my face. He smells nice and heavenly.
"She's Douglas's eldest daughter which he paid in the form of his debt."
That's my father's name. He sold me like property, like a good.
His hands folded behind his back, and his eyes roamed my body. I stared back at him, brave enough. I didn't care if it was wrong, I never cared if anything was wrong. I watched him walk around me, and then stopped when he was in front of me again.
His lips moved but I didn't hear him well because I wasn't listening. But I think the bald man did. I was moved out of his sight and I began muffling out sounds. I wanted to tell him that I didn't fucking owe him, that he should buy my father instead.
The bald man's grip tightened around my arm as I struggled against him. "You don't fucking look the master in his eyes." He bellowed.
I winced.
The house was big and we were still walking, my leg hurts like hell and my arm felt like it was gonna pull off. I was angry, a few hours ago, I was living my life like I wanted to and now, I do not know what will happen. What would he do with me?.
We passed through a few doors before making a stop, the bald man untied me and pushed the door open, he pushed me in roughly and I staggered in. He shut the door on me.
I pulled the damn cloth out of my mouth and yelled, "Get me out of here, you fucking piece of shit!!."
But he was gone.
"Hey!!." I yelled and turned on the door knob but the door was locked from the outside.
I gave up and sighed out tiredly.
I turned, there were many prying eyes directed at me. They were girls and it seemed I had woken them up when I entered. They were sitting on their bunk beds and putting on their nightwear.
What the fuck is this?.
"She has no idea," One of them said and shook her head. I could pinpoint her accent as British. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"You'd better get some sleep. Oo oh, I'm so tired from the day's work." The other mumbled.
"Zowie, don't you think we should tell her what's in for her?." The first girl asked and I blinked.
"What's in for me?." I asked immediately.
That was a question that none of them answered as they all laid back down on their beds.
I could count around six in the room and the small bed at the extreme was empty. I guess that's mine.
I started moving and when I reached my bed, the light suddenly went out.
"They're fucking kidding me," I cursed under my breath and laid down.
I knew tomorrow, I will surely get out of here.
***
"Who the fuck is still sleeping by this time?." I heard an inhuman voice pierce into my sleep. It was a female and she spoke so rashly.
"She was brought in yesterday by Wallace," A tiny voice replied to her.
"This place is not her fucking bedroom, wake her up now!!." She yelled and I opened my eyes. I sat up, looking at each of them. They were all standing side by side while the woman was standing in front of them. Her face was caked with makeup and her eyes wickedly gazing at me.
"Why are you standing there?. Join the others now!." She ordered and I hissed.
"Lower that voice, you're not the only one in this mansion," I yelled back and heard gasps coming from the other ladies. The woman's face was filled with terror, and her heavy makeup made her look like a witch, a Jezebel.
"You bitch!..." She cussed and began walking toward me, then the door opened and everyone looked at the door. That bald man walked in.
He looked at everyone searching for me, and when his eyes rested on me, he said, "Get into the shower and come out now. The boss waits for you,"
Everyone here orders people around. Where the fuck is this place?.
And hearing that their boss wants to see me, I also want to see him.
I moved out of the bed and stood, "Where's the bathroom?." I asked the Jezebel.
She raised her eyebrows and answered anyway, maybe it was because of the bald man standing in the room.
The bald man dropped a bag in front of me.
"Take this." I walked closer and bent down, then carried the bag and went into the bathroom.
The bathroom was small and clean. I dropped the bag on the seat of the toilet and opened it. I found some clothes, I searched for a toothbrush and scrub and found them.
***
I came out and everyone's eyes were directed at me. The girls were out of the room and the Jezebel was asking Wallace where he found me.
"I want to see your boss, now," I said strongly. He frowned at the tone of my voice and grabbed my arm, again. I felt that pain again.
"Sometimes, you don't forget that you're a fucking slave. Now move," He dragged me out.
A slave?. Is this what all this is about?. A slave to their boss. Oh, fuck dad.
"Wallace...is that your name?" I was even surprised. How did I remember that?. I've never cared to know anybody's name before.
"Shut up," He spoke harshly, his rasped voice revealing a warning. A mistake, I could never shut my mouth.
"It's my fucking mouth,"
He groaned and tightened his grip around my arm.
"Stop..stop doing that." I told him, thinking he would leave me, but he continued dragging me with him.
"Where do you come from?."
No answer.
"Why are you keeping quiet?."
No answer.
"What's your boss's name?." There was a pause. He stopped and glared at me.
"Believe me, your mouth will get you killed. Just know this," He growled, then pushed the door open. He pushed me in.