You don't own me

Part 3

You were sitting on the couch. Elbows resting on your knees. Your fingers were massaging your temples.

This isn't true. This can't be true. What should I do? What can I do? I can't stay here.

You recalled the conversation you just had with him a couple of minutes ago:

"I need you to stay with me for a little while."

You snorted.

His voice was deep and calm when he had said it. But it wasn't a question or anything close to that. It was an order. And the gun. Well it was just there to clarify the circumstances you were in.

He let the gun travel over your back. Between your shoulder blades he had stopped. He pressed it down so it caused you a little pain. You restrained yourself from letting out a groan. He shouldn't know how weak you were.

"What do you say?", he had whispered to your ear before biting softly into your neck. You gasped noisily. Surely out of surprise towards the sudden contact.

You gritted your teeths."I would rather discuss that without having a gun pressed against my body."

"Oh. Does this bother you?", he had pressed down a little harder. You arched your back and winced in pain.

"You little..", you broke off.

"Finish please. What am I?", he challenged you. You bit down on your lip.

"Nothing", you hissed.

You felt him pulling the gun away and your posture relaxed instantly. He forced you to turn around and look at him.

"You can curse me as much as you like, princess. You are not going to get out of here", he said with a satisfied smile on his face.

Your eyes widen in shock. You knew that he wasn't lying. Tears ascended in your eyes. You swallowed hard.

He really seemed to be surprised by your reaction. For a second you had spotted something in his look that wasn't connected to his arrogant attitude. But it vanished as fast as it had come.

"What's there to cry about? Am I that bad?", he had raised an eyebrow.

Hell yeah! You are fucking psychopath!

How deeply you wished that you had said that instead of just staying silent.

"I'm taking your silence as a "no". Well I'm sure as hell better looking then your little friend", he annouced, "Okay enough of that. My dear Y/N, I have to go now. Please make yourself at home. The main bedroom is upstairs. Kitchen is around the corner. You can use everything here and if somethings missing make sure to let me know. I'm going to get it for you. Alright?" His eyes seemed to bury into you like needles.

You avoided his look by focusing your gaze at the floor.

"Alright?", he had repeated with a little more force in his voice.

"Hmm", you had hummed in agreement.

"Good", he stated. His hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "First thing you should remember: Answer me when I'm asking you something!"

"I'm sorry", you mumbled and turned your face to the side.

"No problem, my dear", his voice was joyful again. His hand had let go of your jaw and caressed slowly over your head before he had turned back to the elevator.

You had held your breath till the elevator doors had closed fully. You exhaled noisily. And here you were now. Sitting on the sofa being at all loss.