King |Justin Bieber|

Chapter 6

                |Sierra's P.O.V.|

Rules, punishments, temper, it was all so unreal that I still believed I was in a dream, a nightmare. As much as this guy, Justin Bieber, was crazy hot and good looking and had amazing hair and the best jawline that could cut and had the best plump lips- stop. As much as he was.... All of the above, he still was a psychopath, he was keeping me in his mansion house against my own will, giving me rules and instructions to abide by and now I knew there was punishments leading to pleasure? No thank you. I knew, as innocent minded I may be, j knew the 'punishments' were going to be a sexual act, but what would I prefer? Being beaten or sexual contact? Neither would be great. Was he going to rape me if I didn't do as I was told? Was he going to send me back to that... Horrible place were all the men stared at me like I was a piece of meat they all had the hots for, no way. But then was I going to escape? How? He already had a freaking chip in my neck that tracked wherever I was... Unless I took it out. But where would I go? I didn't know where I was and I didn't want to leave to run in to more weird sexually addicted men who would see me in this shirt he had given me to wear, that was a no no.

"What did I tell you about eating Sierra?" His deep voice was heard as he came in to the kitchen and I hadn't touched the food given to me, I wasn't hungry, at all.

"I'm not hungry" I said in a whisper, he sighed "Hold your arm out" he spoke making me confused, he looked at me again as if to say, don't ask me twice, so I did as I was told holding it out.

I gasped quickly pulling it back as I saw him holding a black gun, smaller then a normal handgun would be to be fair but it was still a gun right?

"Relax, its not a gun," he spoke taking my arm again, positioning the gun head at my arm "Just hold on to my arm okay? This will be a second thing but I can't promise it won't hurt" he said making me even more scared as he held my arm pinned against the counter, I held on to his arm not caring if I hurt him he probably didn't get hurt anyway, a small shot noise when off and a pain stung through my arm as I cried out in pain, "That hurt more then a normal gunshot would!" I yelled even though I'd never been shot, he chuckled pulling the gun away as blood oozed out at the one spot.

"Ever been shot?" He asked pressing a wet wipe against the blood wiping it as he glanced up at me, I shook my head no. "If you can't take the pain from this sweetheart, then you can't take the pain from a gunshot" he firmly said pressing a white square plaster against the small wound.

I took my arm away looking down at it as he put the things away, "What happened to your cheek? I just realised it's kind of red" he spoke making me confused as I put my hand on my cheek it stung a little and I remembered it stung in the shower too.

I then remembered what happened. "The er... One of the guys at that place, he hit me" I answered rubbing my cheek slightly, his eyes widened quickly as he stood up straight "What guy?" He asked suddenly becoming angry as he clenched his jaw.

"I don't know... The one who kept giving me injections in my neck" I answered not knowing what the big deal was, it was his fault that happened so why did he care.

"Get upstairs," he sternly said, I looked at him with a mixture of confusion and fear, "Now Sierra" he said with gritted teeth. I stood up and walked past him hearing him following after me, I was in fear for my life right now.

Once we got to his bedroom that I woke up in, he rushed around and sent to his drawer were he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, "Sit down" he muttered, I followed sitting down on the bed at the edge with my legs of the sides my eyes widened once he took my wrist and cuffed it before pulling the other cuff around the bar of the bed before cuffing the other cuff to my other wrist so both of my hands were basically stuck around this pole.

"Justin what-" he cut me off "I am leaving for a couple of hours, I can't fully trust that you won't try anything, so I'm keeping you locked up for now. Do not test me Sierra, I don't want to have to punish you" he suddenly was so angry and I didn't reply, I didn't want to speak to him when he's like this, I've known him for a day and I've seen multiple sides of his personality.

He leaned down moving my hair out of my face for me and pressed his lips against my temple, he was bipolar, for sure.

And with that, he left.