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"Pl-please, I-I'm sorry." I beg, trying to get away from his grip but that only makes him hold me tighter. It hurts.

"I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE TO BENDING YOU OVER MY KNEE AND BRUISING YOU. WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?" He slams his fist into the wall. I jump from the impact. "WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE NOT LEAVING? IF YOU EVER PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN I'LL MAKE SURE YOU REGRET IT." He spits in rage. His voice thick and husky. I'm scared.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DISRESPECT ME. YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN TO OBEY. I'M NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE. AND ESCAPING IS NOT AN OPTION, YOU HEAR ME?" He questions as he looks over my face. I glance over to his arm. His rolled up sleeve revealing his popping veins. He really is angry. I don't know what I did. I just want to go home.

"I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOU MISBEHAVING, AURORA. YOU'RE MINE NOW. GET THAT INSIDE THAT HEAD OF YOURS. AM I BEING CLEAR?" He asks me, lifting his other hand and holding my jaw.

How did I get roped into this?

Tears streaming down my face, he catches them with his fingers.

"Stop crying and answer me." He demands.

I sniffle before lowering my head ad nodding submissively. He hums to that. Clearly satisfied with my answer.

"Hmm, good, baby you're starting to learn. I promise I won't hurt you." He coos as I feel him release my wrist. I whimper as I feel it paining.

Right. What was he saying? 'I wOn'T hUrT yOu.' Please, my wrist is bruised.

"You're going to love it here. Just don't test my patience nor give me a reason to loose my temper." He threateans, his one hand cupping my cheek and his other on my waist. "Now, go change and come downstairs. You'll meet everyone properly." He adds before he lets go of me and walks out of the room. Leaving me alone with my misery.

"Oh, and Aurora?" He utters, standing at the door."Y-yes?" I reply. He scares me so I might as well not get on his bad side."No funny business." He warns before striding out, slamming the door.

I slide down the closet door and sit on the floor, crying heavily.

I hope this is just a bad nightmare that I wake up from. But sadly it's not. My life is ruined and I am doomed to live here. He won't let me escape. I know he won't. And I don't want to be hurt. I have a very low threashold for pain. Even though I never lived a luxurious perfect life, I was content and happy. I miss the restaurant, I miss Stella. I miss my mom.

I dry my tears and lift my weak body from the floor. I feel like I might faint from dehydration.

I take my time to pick out an outfit. There's so much to choose from. Curse my indecisive self.

Just pick something, Aurora.

I finally settle on a knee length white floral dress that complimented my skin tone. Honestly, I didn't care what I wear. Just so long as I get out of this place. I slip on some peach coloured flats and I get out of the room.

WOAH.

This place is huge and judging from the designs, very expensive. I spot two men standing in front of a door, guarding it, dressed in suits.

What is this place?

I'm terrified of what might happen to me. Tristan is obviously dangerous and this place is well guarded.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I fidget with my fingers as I pace around the hall. I end up finding the stairs and I make my way down, sliding my hand down the stair rail.

Reaching the bottom stair, I let go of the rail and walk down the vast corridor. I'm getting dizzy as I don't know where to go. I guess I'll just stand here till someone finds me.

Besides, I'm tired.

A few minutes of standing there and admiring the design of this place, a tall man dressed in a white dress suit and black navy slacks strides in and eyes me up and down. He's very good looking with his fawn hair and green eyes.

"Miss Shaw?" He questions and I nod.

"I'm Elijah. Tristan's second in command. Pleasure to meet you." He states and I smile lightly at him.

"Boss is requesting you. Right this way." He extends his arm and I walk in front of him to what looks like a kitchen. It's bigger than my appartment.

My eyes circle around the room and land on the kitchen marble counter where a woman, dressed in a maid outfit and setting a food-filled tray on the counter, stood. Tristan was sat with his attention on his laptop and there was another man. I don't know who he is but he looked angry. I rub up and down my arm waiting for them to notice me."Boss?" Elijah breaks the silence and Tristan flicks his eyes up from his laptop and stares at me, smirking.

"Love, come sit." He pats the stool next to him and I lower my head and walk over to him.

I sit next to him and he's quick to place his rough hand on my thigh, causing me to glance up at him.

"You look ravishing in that dress, darling." He compliments. His lustful eyes make me blush under his gaze.

"T-thank you." I reply.

I don't like this. Get me out.

"Why don't you eat and we'll talk, yes?" He suggests. Sliding the tray and placing it in front of me. I nod and grab the fork.

"Ah, I forgot. This is Ryder, one of my men." Tristan introduces and I nod and smile lightly at Ryder.

"Pleasure to meet you, miss." He replies.

"And this is Claire, one of the maids. Don't hesitate to come to her if you need anything." Tristan adds, now rubbing circles on the small of my back, making me rather uncomfortable.

"It's nice to meet you, miss." She greets. She has short black hair and a tan complexion. She's really pretty.

"Nice to meet you too. Please, call me Aurora." To that, her smile widens.


After finishing eating. I place my hands between my thighs. The food was divine. Tristan, noticing I'm done, stands up. He adjusts his suit jacket before taking a hold of my hand and dragging me out the kitchen. He's so tall and muscular.

He walks me over to a mahogany door and he pushes it open, dragging me in before closing it. I glance around to see a glass table surrounded by black leather sofas.

What is he going to do?

He motions me to sit, to which I obey. He locks the door and takes long strides towards me. Building up so much tension.

"Let's talk, love." He smirks as he sits down and crosses his legs.

I swallow and look down at my lap.

What does he have in mind?
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