C.E.O Piggy

⇠Not So Friendly Face⇢

Waking up with a start, my head was swimming, and my tongue felt heavy. I opened my mouth, but only air came out, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness a few seconds later. Standing, I inched forward, gliding my hand along the wall while the small room was soon filled with rattling. "Hello, is anyone there!" I shouted. I reached into my pocket, squeezing my eyes shut. I exhaled slowly. The pocket was empty. The room was silent for a long minute, sliding down the wall, tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

"How the mighty have fallen." A husky voice echoed through the room.

"Who are you!? What do you want from me?" I shouted, standing once more.

"What do I want? I want the truth. I want you to finally tell the world about you and your assistant as well as your secret fetish." The voice chuckled.

"Fuck you, What happens between me and Christopher is nobody's business!" I spat.

"Well, let's see whether you sing the same tune if I pay a visit to your little boyfriend and cut off a finger or two." He threatened.

Freezing, I made two fists by my sides. "Don't you dare touch him," I growled.

"Then you'll pay close attention, Blake, do what I say, and maybe you'll see your boy toy again." The male ordered.

"What do you want?" I repeated letting out a sigh.

"I want numerous things. I want you to admit how much of a fucking fat ass you are. I want you to admit you're dating your employee, I also want you to give me the company." He listened.

"Fuck you!" I shouted.

The sound of a door squeaked open, I pushed myself against the wall when suddenly a sharp pain hit my knee, a loud crack filled the room as I screamed falling to the floor.

"Next time I won't just break it, I'll cut it off and send it to your boyfriend." The kidnapper whispered, his breath hot and sticky against my neck.

I hissed in pain as I grasped the object in the man's hand, tore it from his grasp, and then swung. The man stumbled and smashed against the wall across from me, growling loudly. The other stomped towards me, grabbed my shirt, and slammed me against the wall, pinning me there. He then grabbed the back of my head, yanked my hair, and slammed my head on the wall behind me. As big black dots danced across my vision, my vision clouded. Something hot was rolling down my neck and disappearing into my shirt."Continue to struggle. I dare you, I can do this indefinitely, and I have some awful plans for you, pig." He whispered.

A small whimper escaped my lips, and pain radiates through my body, while my leg throbbed. The male grabbed my chin forcing me to look up at him. "Maybe if you beg then I'll fix your leg," he smirked.

"No," I replied, spitting into his face.

The other growled, wiping his face, "You're going to regret that. I'm going to make your life a living hell now." He started standing and then left the room.

I lost track of how long had passed before the door squeaked open. The room exploded with fluorescent lights, the bulbs let out a low hum as they gathered enough energy to illuminate the room. The room in question was small, no windows were visible and the walls and flooring were smooth. To the right of me was a metal bed with no mattress, and next to the metal door was a draining system.

"Did you sleep well, pig?" The male quizzed, walking into the room.

The world seemed to stand still, as my eyes widened. "D-D-Dakota?" I stammered.

"Yup," Dakota said punctuated by popping his lips together. "You think I'd let you go back to that dumb assistant?" He chuckled.

"But at the bar..." I trailed off, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

Dakota threw his head back, letting out a thunderous laugh. "That was to simply earn your trust, My boss wasn't kidding when he said you've let yourself go. Almost didn't recognize you when you sat down." He said, leaning against the doorway.

"You're boss?" I parroted back.

"Yeah, apparently there is a hefty price on your head." Leaning against the wall next to the door.

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. "Because I didn't fuck you at the bar, you're going to sell me?" I asked.

Dakota put a hand on his chest, "I will admit, it did hurt being rejected by you. Guess that's why they call you the heartbreak king." Dakota said. "I'm not going to sell you, Blake, I'm going to fatten you up first then sell you to the highest bidder." He added.

Snorting, I rolled my eyes, "If you think I'm going to eat for a sicko like you, you're delusional." I snarled.

"I have every confidence that you will eat for me. All I have to do is threaten that cute assistant and you'll do whatever I want." Dakota countered.

Chewing the inside of my cheek, deep down I knew he was right. "Don't you dare touch him?" I growled.

"Then I guess you'll have to do whatever I want you to if you want his pretty head unharmed." Dakota taunted.

My stomach betrayed me with a low growl, Dakota tilted his head to the side staring at me. His lips pushed into a thin smile as he stalked toward me. Crouching down in front of me, his eyes slowly were drawn to my stomach, which let out a low growl. "Is the little pig hungry?" He quizzed, trailing his fingers down my stomach.

Squeaking, my cheeks heated up as I closed my eyes, turning my head away from Dakota. "No! Get the fuck away from me!" I demanded weakly.

"Who knew the little slob was an attention whore, that assistant does have you wrapped around his finger. But all you have to do is whine and he'll tend to your every need." Dakota chuckled.

"You're a freak," I gasped.

"Such foul language, you better wise up Blake. Or I'll have to punish you again, I'm sure my boss wouldn't mind a few fingers being missing." He warned. Standing, the older male ran his fingers through my hair, I jerked my head away growling.

"Tomorrow the real fun begins." He whispered, turning on his heels and slamming the door behind him.