His New Possession ✔️

4- Get To Know You

I wake with a high pitched scream, my eyes fly open, revealing a certain man leaning over me.

As soon as my eyes take note of him, I back in fear and my shoulders hit the bed frame, making me gasp in surprise.

He smiles wickedly and clutches my trembling wrist, making me flinch in pain.
"Good, I see you obeyed me."

I glance down at his fingers that are now intertwined with my wrist band and sigh.
"It's not like I could take it off," I wiggle my arm out of his grip, "Believe me, I tried several times."
"I don't mind you trying -- since I have several more."
"Fine;" I scowl as he opens his mouth but then shuts it, "I guess you'll have to keep buying more."

"I don't buy them, they are hand made by a friend of mine." He smirks as he attaches a metal band right by the other wrist band around my arm. I look up at him, completely bewildered.

"I'm taking you out with me tonight." He explains, "We're going to meet my 2nd cousin, and of course, as far as he knows your name is Hazel and you're 17."
"My name isn't Hazel and I'm not going anywhere, at least not with you." I brood as he leans in on me. "-And what makes you think that I'd ever obey you? To me, you're none but an idiotic kidnapper."

The tips of his fingers wrap around my chin and force it up.
"You either go with me, or you go without food. Don't think I'll even tolerate your language, I bought you for a reason, not so you can run your mouth all over the place."

Our noses were touching as he stroked the back of my head with his other hand.

I suddenly move back and tell him to call me Zay.
"Hazel." He insists with a frown on his face.
"My names isn't Hazel-"
"Hazel."

I scowl and turn red as I yell at him to cut it out.

"Fine, I'll call you by your real name." A small grin appears through his teeth as I stare plainly ahead of me.

I sigh and give up, "Hazel will do."

Why can't I remember my name? Why can't I remember anything of myself? Why does he want to call me Hazel?
Wait, I'm not actually giving into him, right?!

I swiftly stand up and slowly start unbuttoning my top, "Get out."
He raises an eyebrow, "I don't take orders from you, and I never allowed you to move or get dressed."
"Sir what-ever-your-name-is, may I cautiously start to undress?" I mimic a British accent as I start throwing my hands around, trying to act like some bourgeois.

"No."

Really?! He acts like its nothing with his one-word answers.

"But-"
"No, I want you to try this on first." He points to a dark blue mini dress.
"I'm not a slut." I state matter-of-factly.
"Now you are," he says whilst ripping my top off.
"Whaa-" my eyes widen in bafflement and my arms automatically throw themselves around my chest, "You can't do this! Get out!"

He doesn't even bother to glance at my exposed features and doges the dress at me, "I'm not interested in your body, just be down in 20."

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I walk out the door and hurry down a random hallway, I didn't quite get a full tour of his place.

I rapidly search every end, hallway, and room in attempt to find the stairs.

"There you are." My eyes spot a small staircase that I think leads to the living room.

This doesn't quite seem like the stairs the guards showed me up, but as long as they bring me to where I'm supposed to go, I'll be fine.

And so my feet start devouring each step as I run down them.

When I reach the bottom, I realize the lighting isn't the same, and my hands curiously inspect the only door. It creaks open revealing a basement and a shiver runs down my spine as I spot dried up blood.
"Nice living room," I worryingly shut the door and go back upstairs, "Definitively not the right staircase."

I result in finding the proper stairs and hurry down only to find What-ever-his-name-is standing near a tall, charming man, both discussing something.

They turn towards me and who I am supposing to be the mean man's cousin curiously walks over to me.
"Call me Quey." He leans down and gently kisses my hand and then faces What-ever-his-name-is, "Who might she be?"

A growl escapes my idiotic owner's lips "She's mine."
I roll my eyes and turn to Quey "I'm Hazel, nice to meet you."

As we start talking and introducing ourselves, What-ever-his-name-is drags us out and into some black Land Rover."We're going out for dinner, any recommendations?"
My stomach growls, "I love Chinese."
He stares at me. "Good, we won't be eating that tonight," and then hollers to the chauffeur, "Take us to Nine For Fine."

With that, we drove off to the restaurant, with both Quey and What-ever-his-name-is ignoring me the whole way.

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