The Gentlemen's Pet.

Chapter 4

^^^^So this isn't exactly like how I imagined her but picture of Cassy above.
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I'm sitting in a fancy restaurant, wearing a designer dress, and sitting across from the devil himself. "Haven't decided what you wanted yet, darling?" He is annoyed but plays it off well. "Obviously not, I don't even know what half the stuff on this menu is" not to mention that I cringe every time he gives me a pet name. But I'm not going to tell him that, not right now at least. "That's fine, I'll just order for you and trust me you'll love whatever I get you" he follows this line with his usual wink then goes back to the menu to pick my meal. If you're wondering why I haven't yelled, screamed, or punched him in the face yet there's a reason. You see we are in public, sort of. We are on our own private floor. Anyways, if I tell anyone he bought me, if I fight him, or get him angry I'll have hell to pay. Or at least he said something like that. To be frank I don't feel like messing with him, yet. I can tell that he is evil and I don't want to bring forth his inner demon. "Have you decided yet?" A scrawny young woman asks. "Ah, yes. Can I get a fettuccine Alfredo for the lady and  Shrimp fra diavolo for myself" "right away sir, any wine this evening?" "Yes a bottle of Domaine Leflaive Puligny-Montrachet" she nods then walks away. "Did you just pick the meal that has the words devil in it?" He rolls his eyes "it's food honey, it doesn't have a secret meaning or anything." I roll my eyes too.
"Here's your meal, will there be anything else this evening?" "No we're fine for now, thank you." He uses a charming smile and the waitress is turning a new shade of red. If only she realized that he isn't a dreamy prince but rather a brutal business man. "So, what should we talk about?" He's bored. I can tell. "I don't know." "What was your life like before?" He asks this question very seriously. I hesitated but he looks like he really wants to know. "Umm I was kind of an only child, my sister died when she was quite young. My parents sort of lost it when she died and ended up getting a divorce soon after. I lived with my mom for the first year or so but her stress levels and depression got to be to much, then I went to go live with my dad. He liked to spoil me." I smile at the memory. "I went through high school as a straight A student. I liked to have fun though, my friend Stacy didn't help with that either. She really loved fun. I had a couple boyfriends." I cringe at that "then on my 18th birthday I was drugged, kidnapped, and bought by you." I smile sarcastically remembering. "Your life sucks" he says with a mouth full of food. Well no shît Sherlock. "What about your life?" He ponders, "that's none of your concern." "Seriously. I tell you about my cräppy life but you won't tell me about yours?" "Well, I don't want to." "What could make your life so bad that you don't want to tell me? I bet you lived a privileged life filled with happiness and money." "Stop." "No!" I yell "I told you about me! You made me remember certain things I wanted to forget!" I'm crying. Great. "So I want you to tell me." He looks at me with no emotion. Then laughs. "What's so fûcking funny?" "You. No ones life is perfect, so what your parents spilt. You barely knew your sister so no use missing her. And the boyfriends, well so sorry they broke your heart but it's life sweet heart." I'm going to stab him with my fork. He has no idea! I barely told him anything about me. It's much deeper than that. Way deeper. I stand up quickly, stab my fork into the table by his hand and run off to the lady's restroom.
I'm bawling in the bathroom under the sink. I'm glad he reserved a floor to himself in the restaurant so no one will see me cry. I'm crying because he said that without knowing half the story, not knowing the pain I've lived through. The memories are difficult as well. I refuse to let them hurt me. I pick myself up, fix my makeup and give myself a pep talk. "Are you still angry?" I can hear him outside the door. "It's been more than 10 minutes. Can you come out now?" No way I'm going back with him. He's a jerk! I should have tried to run away in the first place but was to scared. Not anymore. I look around for a window or something that can get me out of here. I already locked the door so that should hold him for a while. I find a small window on a side wall. "Perfect" I whisper to myself. I climb up from a toilet, onto the stalls door, then I try to open the window. It's rusted but I should be able to get it. "Let me in Cassandra!" He's getting impatient. I need to hurry. I pull the lock open with all my force and try to get the window open by slamming my hands against it. It's not moving. "Let me in." I need to get closer. I move as close as I can without falling off. Slam! I put my whole body into it. It's close. Slam! It's open! "Yes!" I say quietly in victory. "What was that? Cassandra? What are you doing?" He says this as he try's to kick the door down. I look wide eyed at the door. I need to run now. I jump out the window.
Running for my life is no exaggeration. If I get caught I'm dead. D.E.A.D. Although, I am starting to get tired already. Curse my non athletic self. I run down the streets as far away as possible and there are two thoughts keeping me going, 1. I might be able to see my family and friends 2. If I'm caught I'm going to be murdered. Just like I mentioned before. I find a good place to rest and take a break. I can hear my wheezing and can feel the rawness of my throat. I need water but I have none. All I can do is rest for a little bit. I relax, sit down on the ground outside a small shop, and just breath. I take 5 minutes to myself. I get up and start to run again once more. I run for about 15 more minutes before I stop in my tracks. Wait. Wait a minute. Something just occurred to me. Where am I? This isn't where I live. This isn't the town. I have no idea where I am! What do I do? "Cassandra? Are you out there?" Shît! This guy is persistent!
I find a bookstore to hide in and I run with all my might. I hide near the back of the store and keep a book in front of my face. "Search the area! I will not stop until she is found." I can hear him from outside. Man this guy yells loud. Okay Cassy, stay calm. You just need to sit here quietly and stay in the background. Ding. Ding. The bell at the top of the entrance rings to say someone is entering. "Cassandra, are you here?" He is approximately two rows in front of me and I stiffen up. He has two other men with him, I can hear their stomping. They're getting closer. I bring the book to my face even harder. He's at my row. I can hear all three men's breathing, it's hard and filled with rage. I'm a statue. You can't see me if I don't move. I close my eyes shut as hard as I can. I feel him almost breathing down my neck, he's that close. They ponder for a moment then leave. I'm safe! I take the book off my face. Except when I look to my right I didn't expect to see him. He grabs my wrist with brute force. "You though you could run away from me? Cassandra you are mine! And it's about time you learn that!" He try's to drag me away but I dig my heals into the ground. He stops and looks at me dead in the eye and all I see is the burning fire of anger in them. He takes this opportunity to catch me off guard and to throw me over his shoulder. "Stop! Let me go!" I yell and kick. He brings me outside and sets me down in his town car. He sits beside me and quickly locks all the doors. "You were foolish to run away. You knew I would've found you especially since you're wearing that dress. So, why? Why did you even try?" He looks at me but I don't dare look at him. "Answer me Cassandra!" I look up with tears in my eyes "because! Because I couldn't stand living with you anymore! I wanted to see my family! You're an asshöle! You bought me! A person. Did you just expect me to listen to you like a nice puppy? For goodness sakes I don't even know your first name!" He turns around "Daniel" he says. The rest of the car ride was rode in silence.
I step out of the car with him leading me toward the house. It's around 9:30pm maybe 10:00pm. I almost immediately start walking to my room when I'm stopped. "You're sleeping in my room remember?" Oh no. Shît! I forgot! Not tonight! Especially after what I've done! "You don't? Oh well this way." He grabs my wrist again so I don't run off. He leads me down many hallways until we finally stop in front of a huge door. He unlocks it then leads me in. "You will get changed into what I tell you, our little agreement is put on hold until you learn your place. I've pick some clothes out for you tonight and you will wear them. I will start training you tomorrow." I grab the clothes he has set out on the bed then rush to the bathroom. "Stop." I'm about to close the bathroom door but stop immediately. "You can change out here." I come out of the bathroom, turn toward the wall, and start to undress. This is humiliating! I can tell he is getting undressed too but he's looking at me! I push my thoughts aside and quickly but on the underwear he gave me. This time it's a light purple sheer dress. It's similar to the pink one I had worn not that long ago. I'm missing something. The socks. "U-um were are the socks?" I turn around the see him grinning like crazy. "Don't worry, I've got them" he continues to grin "I just need to finish getting ready for bed." He unbuttons his shirt. I turn around quickly to not see anything. "Alright turn around" I turn around and he's in his dàmn boxers! His abs are amazing but geez put some clothes on! "Oh please, as if you've never seen a man in his boxers" my face is full blown red. "Alright now I'll be putting your socks on. Sit on the bed" I go to the bed and sit on the edge. He grabs the socks and kneels on the ground. "Don't you dare kick me." He says in a harsh tone. He starts with my left leg. He pulls the sock up to my thigh. Then he smiles all creepy. I want to kick him. Then he starts the next leg. Oh my gosh this is so awkward. He stands up then smiles "time to go to bed then." "What was that? I knew you had a creepy obsession of knee high socks but I didn't think you would to something as strange as that..." "You're on a tight line tonight. Don't push it" he growls at me and I sit in bed. He lays down beside me and we pull the covers up. He gets very close then whispers "I hope you're prepared for tomorrow" I shiver. He grabs onto my stomach and pulls me closer to him. He is full on snuggling with me. I sit there wide awake. For some reason I don't think I'll get much sleep.
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Yesss! I finished it! I'm extremely ill at the moment and I had exams so it took a while but this chapter is done! There is so much drama. So much. Anyways I hope you enjoyed!