Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. This man, whoever he was, was going to have to beat me into submission. I would fight back every second I spent with him. He would never break me.
But now, he merely laughed at the ruckus I was causing, setting me down on the ground. I flopped on the floor, my body unable to stand when it was so tightly tied up. My eyes danced around the room and I struggled to focus on one thing, there was so much going on.
The house was stunning. Pink marble and so much gold it made my eyes hurt. Like Mummy would say, nouveau riche. Old money didn’t need to display their riches in such a vulgar way.
It was also full of women.
Women in various stages of undress, and just a few men to balance out the ratio. I gasped at the sight before starting to scream again, but none of them rushed to help me. In fact, most of them ignored me completely, as if someone tied up and screaming on the marble floor of the mansion was such a common sight it didn’t require attention.
“You better save your voice,” the stranger told me, smirking down at me.
He pulled something out of his pocket and I blanched when the metal glinted in the light. A knife.
He bent down, kneeling next to me like he had earlier. Then, his knife cut into the thick ropes. My heartbeat picked up and I stared into his eyes as he worked to get me out of my binds.
“You’d better keep quiet, too,” he said calmly. “Some people here might make sure you do in crueler ways than my own.”
I didn’t listen. Who would have?
The second he cut me free, I made a run for it.
But before I could even make it to the front door, he caught me in his strong arms, knocking me down on the ground. He hit me so hard that time I thought I would pass out.
I looked up through heavy eyes as he approached me again. This time though, he wasn’t smiling.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said darkly, but a second later, a smile lit up his face.
Dark and menacing, holding a promise of hurt like I’d never known. I shivered in fear.
“Welcome to your new home, little one,” he said, grinning at me.
3
Harlow
They had to drag me to a room. I didn’t stop fighting for a single second. Mummy would have been proud of me.
It took three men to bring me to a simple cell. It seemed in sharp contrast to the beautiful, luxurious mansion we were in. It was bare, dark and grey, with no windows.
The floor was dark marble, still a hint of luxury in an otherwise barren room. There was a wooden chair front and center in the room, and a bucket in the corner. I looked at my captor incredulously, kicking like a wild animal to get free and escape once and for all. But there was no use. With three men holding me down, I was helpless.
“You can’t keep me here!” I screamed at the top of my voice, but he merely smirked at me.
He hadn’t even gotten his hands dirty, using three of his employees to throw me around like a ragdoll. As if it was beneath him to touch me. I hated him more with every breath I took, hoping to get revenge for every second I had to spend imprisoned in this hellhole.
“Watch me,” he told me darkly, then motioned for the goons to leave.
They shut the door behind them and then it was just us. My bruised, battered body shaking on the ground, and him, powerful, tall, magnetic, standing before me like he owned me.
“Here is what will happen next,” he said calmly, looking at me with an indulgent smile as he paced the room. “You’re going to have a little makeover. And your training will begin. But not before you’ve been punished for screaming and misbehaving. You will spend three days in here. Behave, or I’ll make it a week. Understood?”
I spat at him.
His eyes darkened, and he approached me in three quick, long steps. He raised a hand as if he was going to smack me, but I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t afraid. He wouldn’t break me that easily. I would fight until my last breath.
“I dare you,” I said huskily. “I dare you to hit me.”
He leaned down and grasped my throat between his fingers, grinning down at me.
“You don’t want to dare me, little one,” he told me menacingly. “I’ll make all your nightmares come true.”
He choked me, pressing down harder and harder until I could barely breathe. But I didn’t make a move to stop it. Instead, I just stared into his eyes with pure hatred in my gaze, waiting for him to finish what he’d started. I knew he wouldn’t kill me. He had plans for me, and I wouldn’t go down that easy. Still, I wanted him to know I wasn’t afraid of him and his threats.