"Now before you try to go something crazy and unneeded, I have a negotiation. You have to agree, no bailing out," he said. I nodded. I'm used to nodding when it comes to negotiations, I get them all the time. "Fine," I replied. "Go for it. Can be worse than what you've already done to me," I said as I wrapped my arms around myself. But then, he handed me a paper of the negotiation.
Negotiation for Ms. Anya Balone:
You, the person reading this, are in my control until further notice. Once I have gotten you to have intercourse with me, you have basically signed a contract willing to be my toy. There will be no discussions to anyone about this before, during, or after the trial period. You must live with me in my penthouse And not go anywhere without my permission, and you must be ready to have intercourse at anytime I wish; you have no say so. If you attempt to refuse several times or fight back, I will inject you with a needle and add a line to your triangle. The purpose of the triangle (if you must have been wondering) counts how many times you have been disobedient. You have a total of 25,000 dollars, and you will get it all at the end of the trial. For every line you have coming out the triangle, I will deduct 1,000 dollars from your total amount. Due to our first encounter, you now have 24,000 dollars. Your trial starts today, and your trial ends on Thursday. If you repeatedly say you do not want to do this, then your family or life will be in danger.
"So you basically want me to sleep with you for money? So I look like a fucking prostitute to you? What about Bella; you have Bella for this, so wh--" "If you would give me a opportunity to explain your questions and statements, then I will," he rudely interrupted. "First of all, Bella knows I do this..this thing. She's been a business trip for a little while, but she'll be back Friday. Which is why I've told you to stay until Thursday; Thursday night you're free to leave with a airplane ticket I will provide for you. And, to answer your question, you do not look like a prostitute nor are you doing this for money. You're rewarded with money."
"You're telling me that I have to do this? You're basically threatening me!" I yelled. "Calm down or else I will have to inject you again. Now, you have 6 seconds to give me your answer."
"..Six." His eyes glowed after the number was said; his eyes satanic and filled with glee.
Was this man serious? My family, my career, my life was in danger?
"..Five."
I don't really have a choice? I have to stay here for one week to sleep with Abel?
"..Four."
I can't tell anyone about this? I have to obligate myself to him? For money and so called 'pleasure?'
"..Three."
I don't want to..
"..Two."
But yet I want to and I don't know why..
"..One."
I-I have to.
"..Zero."
"Fine, I'll do it."
