Tough Love

3▪ Sneaking out

It was late in the evening around 6 or 7 pm. Molly wouldn't be coming for a long while and my boredom was only growing.

God, how I hated being stuck in this room all day.

I sighed and walked over to the door that I was forbid from passing.

I put my ear to the door and listened for any sounds, and was surprised at what I was hearing as the house is usually dead silent.

Beyond the door, I could hear men talking and deep hardy chuckling from a number of people. Because of the door in my way I couldn't hear much but a bunch of muffled voices, but even so I was intrigued.

I longed to see what was beyond the bounds of this room.

Sighing once more, I contemplated in making the decision of leaving or staying.

If I left the room I could possibly satisfy my curiosity and boredom, If I don't get caught by the scary man.

If I stay, I'll be safe but still be itching to get out.
Honestly I don't think I can take being in this room much longer.

With a final nod of agreement, I exhale sharply sharply and gather up all my courage as I push the big oak door open.

I slip out of the room and study my surroundings.

The house was elegant but modern. As I Cautiously walked around I noticed the different themes. There were a few chandeliers hanging about but the more modern theme mixed well not to make the house feel to fancy.

The voices from earlier, which I had almost forgotten were here snapped me out of my thoughts.

As I continued down the long corridor the men's voices got louder. I kept walking walking until I was faced in front of a room with big mahogany doors.

The faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol drifted into my nostrils, making my face scrunch in disgust. I did not enjoy the smell of cigarette smoke.

Once again I found myself pressing my ear up against a door, listening for sounds beyond the barrier of the wood.

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(POV switches to third person)

"-speaking of slaves how's your little girl doing?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't had the chance to play with her since the day I bought her"

"Hmm, sounds sad. When are you gonna let her out of that room"

"When I have time for trivial things like entertaining a slave"

The first voice hummed in response.

Darcy pressed up against the wooden door harder, trying to hear what the men were saying.

Darcy would soon realised that this was a bad I idea because with all her weight pressed against the door, the door began to open. Darcy didn't notice until the door creaked completely open and she stumbled into the room.

The room went dead silent, the men inside the room now staring at Darcy with shocked and confused expressions.

Darcy didn't like that all of the attention was now on her, this caused her to shrink down and cower slightly.

Darcy let her gaze, which had been focused on the ground the moment she stumbled into the room, up for a quick second.

She was met with very unfriendly eyes staring back at her. Darcy was about to look away in fear but stopped when she recognised a specific pair of light grey eyes.

They belonged to the man who brought her here.

The expression the man wore was not a happy one.
He didn't look completely vivid but he didn't look very pleased either.

At most he looked agitated, as if Darcy was inconveniencing him by being here.

Darcy felt a bit relived.
She would rather him be agitated than angry.

The man who had bought her no less than a month ago looked at Darcy with a blank expression.

"Come here"
He said simply.
The sudden lack of emotion in his voice and face had Darcy afraid.

Darcy sheepishly walked over to the man, body quivering with fear. As she did this all the men in the room watched her.
The feeling of their eyes watching her made her shake more than she already was.

When Darcy stood next to the man he looked at her for a moment. His grey eyes ran over her, inspecting her delicate body that shook in fear.

Suddenly the man stood up, the chair he was sitting making a screeching noise against the wooden floor.

He now stood directly in front of Darcy, his tall stature making him tower over Darcy who only stood at a small 5'0 feet.

"I told you to stay in your room, did I not?"

His voice was calm yet rough, unbothered yet angry.

"Y-yes, but I-I-"

"You what?"
He snapped roughly, causing Darcy to jump and softly whine in fear.

Darcy was scared, completely and utterly terrified.
She was shaking like crazy, looking as if she would crumble to pieces from the softest of touches.

The man in front of her sighed loudly, running one of his tattooed hands through his wavy hair.

He squeezed his eyes closed and let out another quieter sigh, seemingly trying to hold his anger back.
The man was trying his best not to snap.

He pointed to the spot next to his chair.

"Sit down, I'll deal with you later"
He ordered to Darcy as he went back to his chair and sat down as well.

When Darcy went to sit on the floor he shook his head, a hint of amusement now present in his crystal grey eyes.

"No no darling, Kneel"
Darcy stopped in her tracks, now feeling slightly embarrassed.

The way the man spoke made Darcy feel like a child who was being reprimanded.

Even while feeling embarrassed,
Darcy did as she was told and kneeled next to the man who had ordered her to.

Immediately Darcy felt uncomfortable. Her knees were already starting to ache and the way she was turned made it so everyone behind her could see her bottom. The fact that she was wearing nothing but a slightly large sweater and a pair of pink stockings didn't help.

She was sure if she made a move everyone would be able to see her pink strawberry underwear.

When Darcy looked up at the man with innocent, pleading eyes the man let out a deep, hardy chuckle.

"You're a slave darling, You ought to get used to acting like one"