A Face Worth Keeping. (Pavi Largo x Reader)

1. Organic Material.

Pavi Largo's bodyguards forced you onto the seat of a black leather seat at a large table, right in front of your new owner. He walked around you while his guards stood stationed in front of you and-- God, you already felt uncomfortable. The eerie silence except for muffled shoe heels on the carpet and a chandelier hanging overhead set the tone for this first 'ice breaker' well enough for you.

He stopped walking and stood behind your seat and you could feel his hands hovering over your head, as if controlling you with strings. He picked up a strand of your (h/c) hair and played with it between his fingers, all while laughing softly.

"You're quite the specimen, I must say. I've never had to buy a woman before!" His words made you shudder and you tried hard to control your edging breaths.

"You-you didn't buy a woman. You bought a girl." The smell of his cologne was wafting into your nose and hypnotizing you as you clung tightly to the black dress you were made to wear for the auction.

Pavi let out a loud laugh, tracing his hand under your chin until his cold hands stopped near your mouth.

"Hardly! Just look at yourself!" He snaked a hand under the neck of your dress and slipped a finger under your bra strap, pulling it up and letting it snap back against your tender skin, making you jump. You had no idea what to say besides 'Yes, Sir.' and 'No, Sir.' so you just sat quietly as he picked you up from your seat and danced you around the room in a sort of waltz, your dress swishing here and there to his impromptu rhythm. He hummed softly then spun you into a twirl, pulling you back again and holding his arm secure around your waist.

"Amber will be so jealous. You do know my sister right? She's going to want to rip her face off, hahahaha!" He gleefully let go of you, making you stumble back from the lack of support when his body guards caught you.

"You're going to take my face, then? D-do you think I could ever go home, Sir?" You hadn't moved from the arms of his bodyguards.

Pavi twisted around quickly and slammed his hands down on the table behind you, his guards moving away to avoid the impact, leaving you stumbling back again.

"Never. I bought you, so you're my property to do whatever I want." He stood up straight and looked you up and down, before you heard a click and a switchblade flipping out from his sleeve.

"I could even repossess what is rightfully GeneCo's." He threatened, pushing the blade closer.

"I haven't undergone any surgery." Pavi's eyes widened and his bodyguards stepped an inch farther from you.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded, pulling your dress up to show your clean stomach, bare from any scars.

"I've never needed any."

"Why not?" He flipped his switchblade back.

"I've never gotten sick."

"Is that right?"

"Yes Sir."

"So you're a virgin then."

You leaned back forward and held your hands above your head, faced scrunched up in confusion.

"What the fuck does this have to do with virginity?!" You yelled, your face turning red.

"So you are!" He replied, taking hold of your shoulders.

"So what if I am, it doesn't have anything to do with being under the knife."

Pavi Largo looked over at his bodyguards and sniggered, before looking back at you.

"I was talking about being a virgin of surgery, but if you a virgin of sex, then I'm sure the Pavi can teach you a thing or two." He let his hand wander to your chest, sliding a hand over your breast.

You quickly swatted his hand away and held your breath. "No thank you."

His bodyguards walked to stand behind him and loaded their guns.

"What?" Pavi leaned his head in closer.

"You can have my face, but I'd like to keep...myself." Your heart rate was increasing terribly.

Pavi Largo held you fast by your neck, his large hands pushing your cheeks up.

"I don't give a fuck about what you would like to keep, I am your Master. I'll take what I want from you, understand?"

Your eyes were burning now, tears welling up where they usually weren't. Drops of tears fell from your eyes and rolled down your face, dropping onto the man's hand.

"Yes si--Master."

"And how do you address me?"

"Master."

He let go of your neck and slapped you hard across your cheek, leaving it tingling in pain.

"You address me as Master, and you are my slave."

He walked out of the room, leaving his scent lingering and his voice pulsing through your brain.

One of his bodyguards gripped your arm tight, pulling you along with them into the dimly lit corridor, your face already quite wet with tears.