Cause You are Mine

Confrontation

Damien was pacing around the room while I was standing by the window watching the garden and the pool where a bunch of naked women were swimming, sitting on the laps of men and doing whatever.

"What is this place?" I asked without turning around to face him, that one blonde with big boobs were grinding a bald man shamelessly.

"This is one of my fun houses"

"Huh you are a pimp now?" I asked nonchalantly

"Watch out what comes out of your mouth" He stopped in front of me and glared.

"Truth makes you uncomfortable" I scoffed. "Whatever I don't care what you are anymore, what intrigues me is what the hell I am doing here?"

"You are here because you tried to escape once when I thought that you were perfectly protected but you succeeded to fail me. You cannot run away from here it is much more secluded." He started his annoying pacing again.

"When will you plan to tell me you are married" I tried to keep my voice expressionless.

He halted in the middle of the room right behind me, I could feel him nearly hyperventilating. I snickered.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around harshly. He was trying to intimidate me but I was not buying it since I got my piece of whacking a day before and bruises on my face were still not faded, my eye was relatively smaller in comparison to the healthy one.

"Whom did you hear that from?" He snarled.

I shrugged. "Does that matter?" he kept his furious look. He was aware that I didn't give a sh*t about his rage at that moment and he was powerless about it and that caused him more huffiness than ever. It gave me a sick kind of satisfaction seeing him struggling to manage his anger because he knew that if he ever touch me to hurt, it would end bad, literally cause he knew I was suicidal. Pathetic but true.

In order to end his misery "Vera the maid" I spitted out.

"F*ck I am going to kill that b*tch" He growled.

"So about my question" I asked tapping my fingers on my arm impatiently.

"It is an arranged marriage" he confessed.

"An arranged marriage where you happily f*ck your wife to knock up her in between your regular visits to my bed?" I snapped back.

"F*ck! You shut the f*ck up now or I will.." I didn't let him finish his words. I took a step closer to him and glared in fury "Or what huh? Beat me up again to death? Oh wait you already did that, twice" I mocked him. He held my jaw squeezing "Do you think I wouldn't do that again?"

I laughed. "Oh wouldn't I like that? Maybe this time you could succeed to end my agony."

His eyes flickered with pain and affection. His hold loosened both hands caressing my face.

"No babe I wouldn't do that, not again"his breath fanned my face. I was mesmerized by his beautiful deep blue eyes.

"Who am I to you?" I whispered hardly controlling my tears to fall.

He let go of me all of a sudden. His stance changed into something colder and distant.

"You are a mistress" he murmured.

"A mistress. Isn't it a way of defining a whore? What does it say about me?"

"You are not a whore. It means that you belong to me and no other men are allowed to touch you or even look at you." his said dominantly.

"Wow thanks for the privilege" I laughed again.

"You think this is funny? Don't you ever test my patience so that I hand you over to those guys downstairs." he snarled.

"Go on, I don't mind. What do I lose anyway? I lost my pride and dignity on my way to this filthy house." I was provoking him. I just wanted to see something real. No. I wanted to find out what was hidden behind that facade of this mobster, I wanted him to lose control and show me what he really demands from me.

"Don't push" he yelled spitting.

I inhaled deeply. I was aware that asking questions about my freedom was futile, and I was a prisoner here for how long I didn't want to know.

"So, your wife, is she pregnant?" I was shockingly calm to ask those questions and what astonished me the most was he was still standing in front of me and replying to my inquiry.

"No, she is dry as a dessert"

"But love conquers all, right?" I snickered. "I mean you can adopt a child and your love for your wife would keep you guys together" I traced my index finger on his arm slowly while rolling my eyes, well one eye sarcastically.

"I don't love her." "I don't love anybody" he enunciated clearly which caused a pain in my chest. I couldn't distinguish whether his being in love with me would be a good or bad thing for my existence. But apparently the lack of it hurt me.

"Damien" I said exasperatedly. "Tell me what are you planning to do with me. I am tired of this dysfunctional relationship, being captive and used only for sex. I drives me crazy. Why are you always pushing me to the edge of living? What kind of a person does that?"

"I told you before you belong to me." he stated firmly. "You are mine and will be as long as I want"

"I am not a property, didn't you learn from your lessons? I control my own life and my will to live" I was exhausted.

"You wanna know what will happen next? I tell you once so listen carefully because I will not repeat myself again" His dominance was consuming me. So I just nodded.

"You will stay in this estate until I say otherwise. You will not leave your room without an escort and preferably he will be Sal. You will not speak to anybody apart from your basic needs which will be taken care of regularly. What you are to me is irrelevant in these circumstances and out of discussion. I need business to take care of instead of listening to your whining, so behave. I never promise a normal life to you ever, this is the best I can offer so you better take it. If you expect lovey dovey from me, you may dream on, I will never give you that. To answer your question about why I am still keeping you here without your consent, because I want to and I can. Call it ambition, lust, passion or whim. I don't give a sh*t. If you want to end your life again, be my guest but I assure you that I will find you in hell."

I was crying, no sobbing. My arms covering my chest I hugged myself and sobbed directly looking into his eyes. I flinched when he tried to reach for my arm. He stepped back staring to my agony in void of emotions.

My heart was blown apart with his dull expressions.

He left without uttering any other word. In fact his choice of words would only agonize me more so he better kept silent from now on for my insanity.

I laid on the bed and crawled into fatal position and drifted off to sleep.

I jolted with the sound of the door banging and slamming open.

There stood a blonde woman in front of the now wide opened door, glaring at me hostilely with her cold green eyes.