Owned by Sin

6. "Take care, Zara."

ZARA’s POV ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
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I would have tried to run but I know the man sitting beside me behaves to far than nice with me, plus I know I'll not be able to run too far from him, it's more than clear by his actions.

It was so embarrassing when I was stuck in that dress back at the mall, yesterday.

Christ, I need to reduce my weight, I need to work on it.

I have always been this curvy, to some, it was 'chubby and cute' while to some, I was straightforward 'fat'.

I don't know how the person sitting beside me, sees me, but he has never seen me ever with disgust in his eyes.

Ever.

His eyes has always seen me in a way that makes me feel beautiful.

Although I remember very clearly that HE IS MY ENEMY, and I'm never forgetting that ever.

"Stop playing with your food, and eat, Miss Ember."

I let out a laugh, soft one, sarcastic one,

"You cannot boss me around."

He smirked,

"I can do anything with you, mia cara, the things that you can never imagine with me." His eyes were playful.

I pushed the plate away, "I am done."

"You haven't ate anything, eat or else—" before he could finish, I stood up and walked away without letting him finish, towards my room.

As soon as I entered the room, my wrist was grabbed by him, who had been following me with steps that were so faded that I didn't even realize he was following me.

I was pushed against the wall, his chest grazing against mine.

"Is it necessary to be stubborn every time?", he asked, sorry, BARKED on my face.

Because he is a fucking dog.

"Maybe I'll start behaving less stubborn the day you prove that you aren't deaf," his eyebrows pinched together in confusion, so I added, "Because I have said you several times to. Stay. Away. From. Me."

He tilted his head, his breathe fanning over my mouth,

"You have such a smart mouth. It makes me think what else is this smart mouth capable of doing to me."

My eyes suddenly rolled with disgust and I jerked my hand back from his hold,

"You're a bitch, Damien."

"I would not hesitate you showing that I am not a bitch, tesoro, you can call me a dog, preferably."

"Fuck off," I showed him my middle finger to him.

He laughed, "Mine is bigger and more rough than yours, wanna try?"

"You!" I snapped.

The moment I realized that my words will not effect him as much as my actions, I ran down towards the living room, downstairs while he followed behind me.

I picked up the plate in my hand that was still kept on the dining table, and showed it to him to which he spoke,

"I fucking dare you, Zara!"

With this, I threw the plate right on his foot. He didn't even flinch at the sound of the plate breaking into several pieces.

I picked another one and threw it again followed by glasses, flower vase and lastly, his cellphone and shouted,