Caught in his Darkness

~ Chapter 3 ~

"One, you'll be a maid in this mansion. Two you'll be a cook." He paused for a brief moment to give me a sinister smirk.

"Or three, you'll be my personal slut."

There was an explosion in my brain. How on earth can someone be this disgusting? How ironic. This man helped me a few hours ago from being raped and now he's giving me an option to become his slut!

"You are disgusting. I will never ever become your slut, you pervert." I hissed. Don't ask me where I got the courage from.

"No wonder you look like this. All purple and blue. I would have done the same."
"Mind your own business."

He stepped closer to me, being an inch away.
My heartbeat rose, I could sense the darkness around him.

"There are a few rules in this mansion," he paused for a brief moment to allure at my eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched up seeing me in this state.

"Aah! Don't do that!" He had my hair in his fist tugging it back.
"Look at me honey."
"Let go of me! Aah!" He tugged it only harder. It was as if my scalp was being ripped in two.

Leila you are doomed. No matter where you are, there will be someone to beat you up.

"Look at me!" His deep voice full of anger echoid through the room.
I gave in as I stared at him in disgust.

"Rule number one, no one disrespects me. If that happens you'll have to face the consequences. Since this is your first time, I'll let it slide. But if it happens again honey, you'll be in a lot of pain.
Rule number two, no one talks back to me and obeys me.
Rule number three, never call me by my name, call me mister.
Rule number four, if I'm talking you're silent.
There are a few more but I don't think your dumb brain can process all of them at once."

He tugged my hair again, causing me to arch my back.

"Now honey, choose from the three options."
"I'll never become your slut. I'd rather die, thus I'll choose option one. I'll become a maid."

"Glad you didn't choose option three."
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Why did you give me that option then?"

He let go of my hair causing my head to hit the wall. "Aah!" That will be a headache for the next two days.

"I don't like women who sell their bodies."
"Did you give me that option to test me?"
He smirked slightly.
"Guess you are right."
"What if I'd chosen option three?"

As a respond he pointed a gun at me. Where on earth did he get that thing from?
This is the second time in my life that I see a gun twice in two days. Dear God what is this?

"Guess this thing is enough as an answer."

How disgusting. Some women sell their bodies because you whore men don't give them a choice. Mr fucking arrogant. Madre mia, how bad I wanted to kick him in his balls.

"Now woman, leave and don't show me your face for at least a few hours."

I'm not dying to see your arrogant face as well, dickhead.

As I turned around I felt myself being pulled back. "Why are you tugging my hair again?!"
"Lower your voice when you speak to me. When I talk to you answer with yes mister or no mister. Got me?" He hissed in my ear.

O my jeez! I'm not a dog. Leila just do it or else you won't have hair left on your head.

"Yes mister." I wanted to slap myself in the face for saying those cringe words.

He pushed me away.
"Leave."

I opened the door as quick as I could. Not wanting to be in that toxic room with him for any longer.