Claimed By The Devil Himself.

Chapter Four:

After hearing the door lock behind me I began to panic, my nerves started to get the best of me as my breathing got heavier and heavier.

"Deep breaths angel, now put your hands together above your head." He asked in a low seductive tone, I did as he asked without thinking about it.

'What the hell Lena!! You never just do as your told, what has gotten into me.' I thought to myself, wondering why I was being so obedient to his every command.

"That's it just relax." He say's coming closer until I could feel his hand reach for mine, I could feel him breathing along my neck as he glided his fingers up my arm, sending tingly sensations through my entire body.

That's when I heard the metal clanging above me, I flinched at the noise which caused Carter to wrap his arm around me and hold me firmly in place. He fixed the metal cuffs in place, I assume to a hook hanging from the ceiling.

He Started to lift my dress and I immediately protested the motion, while trying to thrash around to loosen the cuffs.

"Stop, trust me you don't want to take it off.. please!" I pleaded, not wanting him to see the bruises and scars that lay across my body.

"You seem to forget I'm the one in charge here, your the one in the handcuffs with no control." He stated with pure desire filling his voice, gliding the dress further up my body.

"Please Carter, don't!" I screamed nervously, I could feel his demeanor change as his anger levels began to rise.

"You will not question me! Remember the rules you will speak when spoken to or you will be met with punishment. Understand?" He asked sternly awaiting my reply.

But my stupid ass just thought don't speak or you will be punished, not realising he wanted an actual response.

"UNDERSTAND!" He shouted harshly, my mouth started going without the brain signal needing to be sent, it was like automatic instinct.

"Yes." I spoke quietly not wanting to upset him, especially being in such a vulnerable position.

"Good girl angel, now if you try to stop me lifting your dress again you will not get a second chance, I will smack that ass into next week." He spat out like venom, his words made the air harder to breathe as they swirled around in my brain.

He started to lift my dress again as I bit on my bottom lip, not wanting to let the words escape me. When suddenly he stopped as his hands grazed over a scar, he paused for a second before lifting the dress higher.

When he finally stopped, the dress was past my chest resting just below my chin. The air between us became colder as I felt him pull back slightly, I could feel his eyes watching me as I stood there helpless.

I stared to feel really insecure about myself as time went on, it must have only been two minutes of ominous silence but it left like two hours!

My thoughts were running wild with so many scenario's, although what stood out the most was...

'What if he hates my body.. I do so why wouldn't he?!'

Hearing those words rattle around in my head, while knowing he was staring intensly at me. It caused my anxiety to surface once more, I suddenly found myself spewing out words so fast I could barley keep up.

"Please stop, I know I'm not supposed to talk but I'm really uncomfortable and I'm not really sure of the rules when it comes to that not only that but I really hate my body and I hate the way I look and I just want to go home please I just....

"Lena"

Didn't expect to be showing this much skin tonight or I would have covered the scars and honestly I feel like when a woman says no you should probably listen isn't that like illegal...