"Looking for your phone?" Lucian's dominating voice sounded.
"Yes please…..I need to assure my mom that I'm ok." I searched everywhere in the room for my bag.
"What about your dad?"
"He left us months ago, and now he sold me to you, of course he should be doing very great right now." I hissed out.
"That's very rude of you, little girl."
His voice sounded so cold and melodious.
"As a man with dignity, I can't stand a younger person answering my question in this manner….. I guess there's a lot you really have to learn." He mumbled to himself.
"Just get me my phone you beast, dignity indeed." I said silently.
"Naturally I'll allow you to call her, since I'll be keeping you. I don't want her disturbing the peace of the town over a bait like you."
Of course I heard his words clearly, but I've got no time to respond to his foolishness and discipline. I focused on finding my bag.
"The drawer." He pointed at one. "Choose your words carefully."
I dialed my mom's number immediately I retrieve my phone from the drawer. Luckily she answered immediately.
"Claire….. Claire, where are you?" My mom's voice was hoarse.
I felt pity for her, I know she's worried about me. "Mom, I'm fine… I just had to relocate in order to get a proper job, you don't have to worry about me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, and how is my kid brother coping?"
"Claire… How is he coping? You know he has a problem… you know he can't withstand anxiety, you know he was sick. He's finally rested, that's what you wanted after all."
My mom's last words broke me. They left me frozen, I didn't even notice when my tears were dropping to the ground. I can't believe my only sibling is dead and my mom blames me for it. All thanks to the devil sitting on the bed.
"Mr Lucian, my brother is dead. It's all your fault." I yelled loudly, grabbing the bedspread as if it was comforting me.
"Do you think I care about your dead brother? What's my gain if he's alive? Quit the topic of a dead child and climb onto the bed!" He yelled back at me.
His words were delivered with arrogance. I know the mafia are ruthless, I just didn't expect Sergio to be this heartless and rude.
"I, Claire Parker, I'm not getting on that bed." I said with confidence despite my weak physique.
His expression changed into one which was harder than the previous one. He stood up and walked to where I was sitting on the floor.
He bent over, he raised my chin. "I make the rules here!. When I say do something, you obey without complaint, you are not allowed to disobey me, not now, not ever!"
I tried to struggle free, but he unexpectedly lifted me off the ground and threw me on the bed without sympathy.
I thought the news of my brother's sudden death would stop him from thinking about pleasuring himself tonight, but reality tells differently.
"Do you know that your tears turn me on Claire? That's the reason I love watching you cry, I just don't want you to waste those seductive tears now."
His cold, dominating, arrogant voice echoed in my head.
"I want you naked or I'll do it personally!" This time around, his tone carried a hint of threat.
I tried rolling to the side of the bed. He grabbed my tiny waist, pulled me back to himself, with just one pull, my underwear was torn, he threw the piece on the floor.
"You're wet already. That's fair enough, at least I'm not the only one who wants pleasure here."
Shameless, so shameless, I cried out. I truly didn't know why I was wet, but that's not enough reason to make him think that I was interested in having sex with him at the moment.
He wasn't so satisfied with the way I was struggling and the fact that I still had my top on.
He tried tearing it too, but I bit his hand with all my might, hoping it would affect him at least a little bit. To my greatest surprise, it had no effect on him, despite the fact that my teeth were showing in his hand.
Just as his grip on my left hand loosen slightly, I thought I was gaining victory. The next thing I saw was a handcuff pulled from under the bed, the next second I was cuffed.
"Ahh"
I controlled my tears, I didn't want him seeing my tears again since it turns him on.
I thought I wasn't going to see anything new again, not until he brought out a certain chain from under the bed, although I didn't know what it was, I can tell it's nothing good.
"This is a spreader bar Claire." He cuffed my two legs to it. I tried to break free but unfortunately, it only made my legs wide open to its limit.
I was so embarrassed at the moment. "How can he treat me like this?"
He seemed satisfied at how my legs were wide apart. A gentle smile playing across his lips.
He hovered over my body, I closed my eyes, my mind empty. I thought he was going to force his way already. Surprisingly he didn't.
He slowly and gently raised my shirt. I was wearing a half cut bra.
He abruptly tore my shirt off, I didn't expect his hands to be so strong.
"Please…." I could hear myself murmuring again, despite making up my mind previously that I wasn't going to beg him again.
"What did you say?" He whispered to my ears. His warm breath sending chills down my spine.
I can't lie, I was longing for him already. Although I know it sounds stupid but I couldn't resist his warm bare body against mine, I haven't been touched like that before.
Slowly and meticulously, he pulled my bra and tossed it on the floor. His lips brushed the tilt of my right nipple while his hands caressed the other.
I have never in my life felt the way I felt. I wish everything was happening under a different circumstance.
I moaned softly as he raised his head.
"How do you feel, Miss Claire?"
"Let me go you pervert. I hate you." I muttered softly, refusing to let him see my vulnerability.
"I don't think I like you either. I don't like kids like you. Since you are still in shock from your brother's death, I'll be kind enough not to make you scream today. All I expect from you in return is gratitude.
"Gratitude? Really? This man wanted gratitude for what exactly? For kidnapping me unjustly or for trying to rape me?" I cursed under my breath.
"But I truly love your body though ." I heard the words escaping from his mouth. I couldn't help but sob silently.
Seeing my tears, he seemed to be aroused again.
"I've told you to stop crying, but you won't listen. Don't you think your tears have had so much effect on me already?" He groaned softly, his voice more tender than he has ever sounded.
I thought I was able to move him already. "At least he still has some conscience left in him."
He finally let go of my breast, standing up from the bed, he crossed his arms, while he ordered me to raise my face.
"Claire, look at me!" He yelled.
I was already a mess, I wouldn't want to destroy my last hope, or maybe my chance of redemption. So I had to follow his order.
I raised my face, scanning every part of his body, from his head. My eyes stopped at his chest. It was covered with tattoos, I haven't noticed it since.
Taking a careful look at the biggest amongst them, it was that of a girl of about 20 years old with a knife pierced to her stomach, and blood gushing from her mouth. It was so scary that tears escaped my eyes, although I didn't understand what it was all about, It even made me hate him more. How could he do that to a human and still tattoo her on his body.
"Maybe he didn't do that. If he was that ruthless, I wouldn't have been undefiled since." I thought to myself