"Down Claire….. look down."
His voice broke me from my wild imagination of ending up like the little girl.
"Huh?"
I was so confused at first, then I understood what he meant.
My gaze instinctively followed the path of his eyes, tracing the line of his body to where his eyes were leading me. As my eyes traveled lower, they widened slightly, catching sight of the prominent outline straining against the fabric of his pants.
A rush of heat crept up my neck, and I quickly looked away, trying to steady my breath.
"Ahh"
I thought he said my tears had an effect on him, I didn't expect it to be a negative effect.
"Don't you dare act on your own again. I said look." He ordered again.
I raised my face to look at how hard he was at the moment.
"I told you that your tears only turn me on, yet you won't stop crying. Could it be that you truly want me tonight?"
His question only infuriates me, but what can I do at that moment? I just hoped he pities me since it's taking him a long time to act.
"Be patient Claire. Do not waste your energy to scream or even try to escape. I'll be back soon."
He stared lustfully at my body for a few seconds which seemed like hours to me.
His gaze alone made me squirt. My hormones don't seem to understand the situation I'm in.
"Don't miss me too much."
He gracefully walked outside the room, he didn't even bother closing the door.
I have always been praying for someone to come save me out of the mess, but at that moment, all I wanted was for him to close the door. I didn't want anyone coming inside to see me naked and legs wide apart.
"Shot the door… please." I begged him.
"Sure darling. Anything for my wife." He teased.
I was so devastated, hearing a pervert like him call me his wife. I quickly turned my face, hoping he wouldn't see my reaction.
As he shot the door behind him, I felt a bit relieved. That's when I realized the AC in the room was too high, it felt like I was freezing inside of me.
A minute later an old lady walked inside the room without knocking. I wasn't so shocked when the door opened, I thought it was Lucian himself. Seeing that it was a lady, my curiosity piqued.
"Ma'am…. please ma'am help me. I'm here against my will. Please, I was kidnapped. Save me please." My words were delivered at one go, leaving no chance for the woman to speak.
"Calm down, miss."
"Please hurry and find the keys to this thing on my legs."
My mind felt clouded, perhaps from the frustration or my brain had been damaged from the shock of my brother's death. I couldn't believe I hadn't asked why that woman was in the room with me. The fact that I didn't even scream made it worse. How had she even gotten into the house? Why didn't I think about any of this sooner?
I stopped pleading with the lady and tried to piece together who she was and why she was there. My thoughts raced in every direction, searching for answers.
"What's your name miss?"
"Claire…. Claire Parker." I answered, my lips trembling.
"The only daughter of James Parker right?"
"Huh?" How come she knew my father's name? How did she know I was his only daughter?"
"Ma'am…who….are you?" my voice breaking desperately.
She ignored my question and shook her head pitifully at me. "No wonder."
She lowered the temperature in the room, as if she knew I wanted that so bad.
"I'm off. I only came here to lower the temperature. The boss said you wanted it lowered."
She didn't even wait for me to ask further questions before leaving.
I screamed out loud, hoping she would come back.
Sergio Tega walked into the room again. He was holding some papers and a little box. He dropped the box on the floor, then laid beside me weakly.
I was perplexed at his sudden behavior. He was dominant, arrogant and ruthless a few minutes ago, how come he was suddenly acting like he saw a ghost outside?
"What's wrong with you?" I found myself asking him. The words has escaped my lips before I realized I shouldn't have, but it was too late to take them back. My empathy has taken the best of me.
"Do you wanna see what's really wrong with me?"
I turned my face to the other side, avoiding his hot eyes.
"Answer me, you bitch."
It seems his usual self was back. Although I was afraid, I kind of prefer his arrogant and dominant self than the calm one.
He roughly turned my face back.
"I promise to torture you till you won't be able to take it any longer, till your father comes to save you."
I was really lost at the moment. I was wondering what I or my dad had done to offend him to such an extent.
He removed the spreader bar from my legs, and made me sit down.
"Read these yourself."
My eyes widened in surprise after the first few lines.
"Read it out if you don't want me to rip your teeth off."
"James Parker, former don of the Parker's family, responsible for the murder of Sergio Lucia....."
I stopped reading and turned my face away.
"That's not true. My father is a retired civil servant. Our family is just a common one...I believe he sold me for money."
He ignored my doubts. He lowered his head to my face, fanning me with his breath. It was so unexpected when he softly planted a tender kiss on my neck.
I groaned softly when he bit my neck. As if he wasn't satisfied, he bit me harder, leaving a deep cut on my neck. I could feel blood.
I couldn't bear it any longer, I groaned loudly. I had intended not to displease him with my scream but I just couldn't hold it any more.
"Good. That's what I want." His voice sounded cold.
"Your useless father killed my twin sister. She was just 19 years old!"