Cause You are Mine

Storm

After a couple of minutes of conversation with one of Damien's men Sal, I understood the amount of danger those men are in constantly. I was on a thin ice asking questions and trying to remain on the safe side and getting some answers.

"You mean that Damien has an army of men dealing with drugs, weapons and all kinds of trafficking? Isn't he too young to be the leader of such kind of an organization?"

"You are asking too many questions." Sal was amused by my curiosity and I think he liked my company too. He was tall broad and blonde with bright green eyes. "We educate and train our men at early ages. Damien is the stepson of the capo and started his training when he adopted him at the age of 8. So he's been into this for 20 years. That does count a lot huh?" His amusement approached his lips and smiled to my shocked face.

"Can I ask you a question beautiful?" He imitate my posture. I laughed. I f*cking laughed after two weeks and I felt fine and relaxed. Sal made me relaxed and carefree, I loved that feeling.

"Yeah shoot" We both laughed this time at my stupid choice of word.

"Why are you here downstairs instead of your room? As I remember Damien strictly ordered you stay there." He was serious. Not a bit of any fun left in his expression.

I straightened myself off the counter, put my mug in the sink.

"I was bored and I thought that I might find someone to talk to cause all I have is I mean was Damien and I haven't seen him for a week, and the witch of a maid is not someone you would like to share anything. That's why I am here Sal. Is that a bad thing?"

He looked sad, his green eyes lost his spark for a second showing the despair he felt for me and it suddenly made me feel secured. At that exact moment of sharing that look with this big man I had this feeling that I might trust him with my escape. But I was not stupid to tell him soon. I got to know him better.

While we were exchanging glances, the front door of the mansion opened with loud bang and I couldn't see the person entering but I could hear his voice that made my blood cold. I scurried to the stairs and ran for my life to the room I live.

He was behind me when I opened my door and stepped inside.

"What do you think you are doing doll face?" he sounded calm. Calm before the storm.

He grabbed my elbow and turned me around. I grimaced with pain.

"Damien. Please you're hurting me" I whined. But this was not some kind of a lovers fight, this was his rage oppressed with passion towards me. He pushed me so hard that I fell on the carpeted floor. As I was trying to get up an unexpected slap hit my cheek causing me to fall back.
And then another to my other cheek following with kicks and fists. I think he lost his control at some point cause his growls and insults continued never ending.

"You slut defied me." fist on my head.

"How could you flirt with my men?" kick to my stomach.

"Are you that much addicted to f*ck huh?" slap

"Do you want me to fuck you every -slap - f*cking- slap- day- kick?"

I passed out.

I felt arms carrying me to somewhere I couldn't recognize.

I woke up in a white room with fluorescent light. I blinked my eyes couple of times to adjust to the light. I was laying on a bed that seemed like litter. I checked my arms and hands and saw an IV cord lurching from my elbow.  My head was dizzy. I tried to remember the reason why I was here and his face flashed in front of my eyes, furious and full of rage, I didn't remember any kind of hatred though. I knew that I had to pay for my escapade's debits, I was aware that my plan had a price but never imagined it to go this far. My possessor was a lunatic mad man with a beautiful face and dark soul. He was the kind of man who would hit a woman without hesitation.

And the worst pathetic thing was I missed that guy the other day. I missed him in my bed, I missed his closeness, his touch, his rock body over me, behind me, under me. The sex was not always great but some nights when he was in a good mood he would take me to clouds like he once promised and those nights were the best of my life here in that mansion. Cause at those nights he held me close to his body after the sex, he hugged me, smelled and caressed my hair like I was his girlfriend as if he cared for me. On those nights sometimes he fell asleep cuddling me with a smile on his face, all his features softened. Yes I missed those nights.

The door to the infirmary opened and revealed a doctor at the age of forties. He was wearing glasses that are big for his face and he held a genuine small on his wrinkling face.

"How is my little patient doing?" he asked happily.

My throat was dry even though I tried to speak my voice didn't come out.

He gave me a plastic cup. I sipped the water with difficulty and gave it back to him.

"Where am I?" My voice was wheezy but hopeful that I might be at a hospital so that I could get help to be freed of my slavery.

"You're in the infirmary of the mansion. You were fainted when boss brought you here." He smiled proudly as if Damien aka boss was some kind of a knight in shining armor.

"But I checked you and there is nothing to worry about, a few bruises here and there, you will be fine in a couple of days. You don't have concussion I think you passed out because of anxiety. I prescript some medicine for you. Boss's men will bring them soon."

A few bruises? This man was crazy. My whole body was aching and my head was dizzy. I was beaten for god's sake by a man too strong for me to fight back, by a man who could've killed me in an instant.

I took a deep breath to calm down.

"How long do I have to stay here?" I asked as calm as I could be.

"Just  a couple of hours to make sure that your head does not cause any trouble in the future, you know to check any concussion that may occur. "

I nodded and decided to continue my sleep and closed my eyes.

"No no no" he was alarmed. "You cannot sleep, I have to check you every half an hour"

I nodded again and turned my face to the ceiling and wondered how my life will proceed from now on.