Daezja pov
I woke up again strapped to a bed.
I looked around to see another tall guy in all black he was speaking on the phone.
I looked down at my white flimsy dress.
He hung up an a guy walked in.
They exchanged a few words before the tall guy walked out closing the door.
I stared at the boy walk over to me sitting down.
"Oh wtf why they tie y'all up ."
He untied the ropes from my arms
"Well hello."
He smiled at me
"My name is Pryce. And yours sweetie?"
I just stared at him.
"Oh u don't speak."
I continued to stare.
"Well that's fine. But from now on I'm your owner. You will listen to me. But i won't be hard on u. I'm one of the nice ones. But there are rules. Sex when I want how I want. No screaming no biting unless it's sexual. If it's not punishment will be issued."
He must be crazy.
"I'm not giving you sex when u want."
"Oh yeah two more rules. I run shit and dere will be no talking back. Now fix your self up dinner will be finished in an half hour. Bathroom is through that door there." He pointed to the door across the room, "and this is not your room once u walk in the bathroom there is another door on the opposite side which will lead u to the room."
He got up and walked out.
What is going on?
