Sold for A Thousand dollars!(Completed)

Chapter finale-Part 1: "Rise and shine, princess."

Marianna

A bright light descended from the ceiling and with it came a familiar silhouette. Wide broad shoulders, wavy blond hair, a crooked smirk, and deep dimples.

He stretched his hand out to me--a silent invitation.

"Who are you" I whisper

"It's me, Marianna." He says

His voice seemed odd--as if he was speaking into a cup. As if he wasn't...here.

I find myself standing up and walking towards this mysterious but familiar man. Our fingers intertwine and he pulls me into him.

I suck in a gasp.

"Jordan" I say in disbelief

He smiles down at me.

He runs a hand through my hair before caressing my right cheek with his thumb.

"I missed you so much" He says

"I missed you too" I answer in glee

"Where were you, Jordan? Why did it take you so long to find m_"

He presses his finger onto my lips, instantly silencing me.

"I'm here now" He says

Before I can even react, he grabs my face with both hands and slams his lips against mine.

I was startled at first, but as he deepened the kiss I couldn't help but relax in his hold. His other hand begins to trail my waist before he pulls me closer to him, our bodies almost merging into one. The kiss was electric, passionate--mindboggling. It was everything and more. My heart was racing uncontrollably, my palms were sweating, and my feet felt weak--like they were ready to buckle at any second.

He pulls back, his emerald green eyes penetrating my light brown ones.

He smiles at me.

"Wake up" He whispers

My smile fades.

"What?"

"Wake up" He says a little louder

"Jordan what's going on?"

He started to fade right in between my fingers.

I shriek in agony before dropping onto the floor.

"JORDAN!" I shriek

"COME BACK"

"WAKE UP" he yells

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I jolt awake, an instant migraine greeting me. When my eyes adjust to the blinding light situated above me, last night's events come back to me. I attempt to sit up, but soon realize that I am tightly bound to a metal bed.

"Rise and shine, princess."

I look to my right and see Antonio sitting on a chair a few feet away from me, a visible grin on his face. I mutter a curse under my breath before facing the ceiling once again. I hear him stand up but don't make an effort to look.

"How you feeling?" He asks

I don't answer.

"The silent treatment?" He scoffs

"Rich, coming from the person who tried to escape" He spits

I was pissed, annoyed, aggravated--and any other synonym of the word. I was tired. Cross that, exhausted of being submissive. Of letting, him, they treat me like this. I had nothing to lose anymore.