Bitch

Chapter Two: Master

Alistair McClain was a man that got what he wanted. Not through money, at least not usually, but through sheer brute force. That night at the auction was one of those times where money certainly did get him everything he wanted. That green eyed beauty looked like a deer in headlights on the stage and that look of sheer terror was something he couldn't get out of his head.

Once the bidding was over, Alistair rose from his seat and pulled his phone from his suit jacket. He hardly ever dressed this nicely, but the auctions had a dress code so he made an occasional exception. He sent a quick text to his driver to meet him at the pickup area and prepare to load his winnings, then pocketed his phone and left the stage room.

Once he'd made his way through the maze of hallways to where he had been instructed to pay his bid and collect his win, Alistair wrote a quick check to the man guarding the storage room for the green eyed woman. With that out of the way, Alistair entered the room and was greeted by another guard holding the leash trailing off of his newest piece of property.

"I'll be taking that, thank you." Alistair said to the man, holding out his hand. Once the end of the leash was handed over, Alistair turned his attention to the woman. He flashed a wicked grin and yanked on the leash, pulling her in close as she got thrown off balance.

"Come." He ordered simply before turning on his heel, tugging her along after him. Alistair walked her out the exit where his driver had parked, the back door of his limo already open for them.

Marilyn felt like she was in a daze as she climbed into the vehicle behind the man. It felt like a dream. Like surely this couldn't actually be happening to her. The car door slamming shut behind her seemed to jolt her out of her trance. Marilyn swallowed hard as she turned to address the man sitting next to her.

"Down, bitch. No pets on the seats. Can't have you ruining the leather." Alistair cut her off before she could say a word. His hand slid up the length of chain to grip closer to her throat, then yanked her down towards the floor.

Marilyn let out a surprised yelp before she hit the floor, gasping as her wrist twisted under her own weight. As she shuffled into a kneeling position, she held her throbbing wrist to her chest and glared up at the man.

The look of defiance in Marilyn's eyes withered as it met the cold malice in Alistair's. The anger on the tip of her tongue fizzled out just as quickly, Marilyn dropping her gaze to stare at her lap instead. It hadn't quite sunk in until then that he had called her a pet. That had stung much worse than being called bitch. Pure dread sat like a rock in her stomach from the implications of the nickname.

Alistair mostly left her to her thoughts for the duration of the drive home, texting a good friend of his about his score. At one point, he snapped a picture of Marilyn, kneeling at his feet with tears in her emerald eyes and sent it, smirking to himself.

The lens of a camera capturing her practically naked and devoid of spirit at the feet of a man made Marilyn feel physically sick. She had no idea who that picture was meant for and didn't really want to find out.

It was late into the night when the limo pulled into a long gravel driveway leading to a ranch style home, rather quaint looking for a man who just dropped a million dollars like it was nothing. Alistair held tightly onto Marilyn's leash as the driver climbed out and opened the door for him, getting out ahead of her and tugging her along.

Marilyn's despair only grew as she laid eyes on her surroundings. Nothing but forest as far as the eye could see. Even if she ran, she had no idea what part of the country she was even in or where she would go.

The look on Marilyn's face told Alistair everything, a wide smile spreading across his lips. "Welcome home, bitch." Alistair said as he pulled her towards the front door. He pulled a ring of keys from his jacket pocket, sifting through them until he found the right one and unlocked the door with a soft click. He paused and gave Marilyn a wicked grin before swinging it open.