His voice turned out pitiful. But I still had doubts, because my father was a caring dad until he changed for no reason, he wouldn't even let anyone hurt me, how can he then hurt a little girl?
"An innocent child died for no good reason. Your father, in his blind ambition to expand his empire, saw her as a threat. I witnessed something I shouldn't, something that could have destroyed him."
He paused and allowed a bit of a smile to escape his teeth.
"He thought it was my twin sister who saw him, coupled with the fact that she wanted to crack his flash drive, he did what he thought he had to do. He stabbed my only sister to death."
I was already shivering from his words. Now I understand the tattoo on his chest.
"How would it feel if I torture you with a knife too? Huh? How interesting would it be if I stabbed you and allow you bleed to death.
Fair enough I was the one with the information. He regretted it, after all, my family isn't one to be trifled with.
My parents were able to frustrate him until he left the world of crime. But I wasn't satisfied then, now I've found a better opportunity to pay back."
He stared pitifully at me and smirked.
"The idiot couldn't forgive a child for seeing what he believed she shouldn't have seen, then why should I forgive his grown up child for committing the same sin? Huh? Give me a good reason why I should spare your life."
I was at a loss for words. If at all his story is true, naturally it means I shouldn't be forgiven. Seems my empathy was going to get me killed. "Please I'm innocent ... .I…I didn't know about any of these."
"Is that the best reason you've got? Huh? Give me a better reason or I'll kill you, now."
He pressed my neck tight, almost choking the life out of me.
"Please…."
"You've got a better reason now?"
I nodded my head violently, signifying that I've found a better reason.
"Speak" he barked immediately he released me.
I didn't even have time to gasp for air. I just opened my mouth and I spoke randomly, without thinking properly.
"I…I am willing to be your puppet. Please don't hurt me, I'll serve you anyhow you want."
"Funny how you still think that I need your approval first. I love the way you speak fast."
He helped remove the strands of hair in my sweaty face.
"How long did your brother battle with his degenerative disease?"
"Huh"
I wasn't expecting him to ask such a silly question. What's his business with my dad's illness? Shouldn't he be happy that he's dead?
I had a thousand and one question going on in my head, but I had to answer him.
"As long as I know him." I replied.
"So aren't you surprised he died just like that? It's strange, isn't it?"
A devilish smirk playing across his face.
"You… you have a hand in it?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
I wasn't expecting him to reply to me like that. I don't want to believe that he killed my brother and was able to make my mom believe that it was his heart attack, anxiety or whatever.
Tears dropped down my eyes. I bit my lower lip to control myself, but the pervert took advantage of it.
He forced his mouth into mine, I fought to resist but all of my efforts were in vain. He bit my lips so hard that I could taste my blood.
I jammed my lips tightly, immediately he pulled off.
"Claire Parker, I have absolute control over you. I am sparing your life and the least I expect from you is cooperation and gratitude. You are expected to savor every moment with me."
"Argh"
I moaned softly as I felt him rubbing an ice cube from the lower part of my body, going upward. He always switches so fast as if we were not talking about my brother seconds ago.
I have never felt that way before. As the ice cube glided across my sweaty body, I shivered. The ice sent chills and electrifying warmth through my veins. The dual sensation was playing a tantalizing game on me. I moaned lightly.
"Not yet….not yet baby girl."
I could hear Sergio whispering to my ears, kissing my neck passionately. His voice alone has as much effect as the ice cube. I guess I was tired of fighting, crying and pleading for mercy.
Every touch from Sergio, sending ripples of sensation through my body. I was caught in the grip of sensation I couldn't control, trapped between fire and ice.