Beastly Love

Chapter 1: the debt

"Please, let him go!"
Jeanne L'Amaury has ended up in the same predicament once again, fighting for her fathers life.
"Sabastion," a man with a dark blue eyes and black long hair said, "you bring your daughter here to get you out of debt! I have heard what you have been doing these many years. Ever since your wife died from the plague, you think you can gamble, loose, and get out of your debt by showing your daughters pretty-little face and making anyone you owed feel sorry for you." He took a glance at her, then turned around, looked at her father. The man punched her father in the jaw, the blow to his face knocked him out. Her father never could take a punch.
"Well that doesn't work on me!" He said with a nasty and low growl. She ran over to her father trying to block him from the view of the notorious, rich Marceau, known for his cockiness, good-looks, and his amusement with women.
"Please Marceau," she looked up at him with her sky-blue eyes, "I will do anything!" Marceau replied, "anything?" He gave her a sly look. "Even your hand in marriage?"
"I said anything."
Marceau motioned his hand toward his servant, who was only 15, but he looked good for his age. The young boy handed him a small wooden box. Marceau snatched the box out of his hand and kneeled on the ground
"Call me Philipe." He opened the box and inside was a bright green stone, carefully attached to a silver ring. He grabbed her hand and shoved the ring on her finger. She looked surprised.
"Were you planning on this happening?" She asked with a soft voice.
"Yes."
"Why," she asked with an even softer voice, "why me?"
"Well," he looked at her modest blue dress, looking for her curves, giving up he looked at her luscious face, "you were the best option I had, you are known throughout the country for your talents and beauty, and also for your fathers gambling problem." He walked to the door and opened it. A red carriage pulled by two black Stallions waited outside. He gave her a gesture to get in the carriage. She was too worried about her father to go anywhere, especially with him. She looked over at her father sitting unconscious. "What about my father, what will happen to him?" Her father and mother were the only two people she had ever trusted, that was until her mother died. She had to depend on her father for everything. Some people did think he had a gambling problem, but the only reason he gambled was to raise money for his inventions. Philipe disturbed her concentration.
"That all depends on you." Her eye brows rose, "what do you mean?"
"I can't just let him go, you might run away." He spoke calmly, "of course, he will be under my protection." As soon as he said that, two well-built men walked into the room, picked her father up, and carried him away.
"Where are you taking him?!" She walked frantically after her father. Philipe grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, taking her by surprised he forced a hard kiss. She tried to push him away, but was unable. She had never been kissed before. She was only 18 and sure, she was the prettiest girl in France, but she was strictly kept beside her father, rarely went anywhere without him. She finely pushed him away and Philipe picked her up and put her over his shoulder, like she was nothing. He walked to the carriage and placed her on the ground. He pushed her up the stairs, and she sat down slowly,still processing her thoughts, she thought he would get into the carriage with her, and boy, that would be a mistake. Instead he walked to a fine white stallion with black spots, jumped on it and rode away. She had the whole way to wherever she was going to figure out how she would escape.