His Girl

chapter 1

"I'll take her"
Those 3 words were like poison to me. I feared what was about to come. I feared him. I feared everything.
After he said it the boss had some guards take me away and into a room. I hated this room. It was the room were the get you ready to be sold. I was currently stood in some underwear in the middle of the room. After showering and shaving they gave me a black lace bra and black lace thongs to wear. I quickly put them on to avoid any trouble. The cold shower and the fact that this room felt like a freezer had me shaking bad. The fear I felt wasn't helping the situation either. After 10 minutes the lady walked in. She tossed me a dress and simply told me to put it on.
After outing it on I looked at myself in the cracked mirror. I felt disgusting. Everything was on show and no imagination was needed. Every time I put one of these dresses on it gets shorter and shorter. I remember when I was 10 and the dress I worse was modest,i even felt comfortable in it. .This though made me feel like the slut they described me as. Taking a deep breath I quickly put my hair up in the hairstyle we were required to have - a tight bun.
After 5 more minutes a guard came and dragged me out. The man who had bought me stood talking to the boss. I couldn't see what he looked like only hear 2 voices and his feet.
"Your girl,sir" the guard said and tossed me towards him and into the floor. I hissed in pain to which I received a glare from the boss. "If you have any problems feel free to bring her back" the boss said handing my new master a collar. My master pulled me up and attached the collar around my neck. "Well my first problem is her clothing, my second is your guard hurt my girl" he snarled with a emotionless voice. "S...sorry S...sir" the guard whimpered. He ignored the guard and grabbed my wrist before dragging me out.

The crisp cold breeze hit me with a brutal force. I shivered due to not wearing much. He seemed to notice as he stopped walking. I braced myself for a beating but all he did was release my hand from his vice like grip. He then continued walking to a car. Don't ask what make. I know nothing about cars. I only saw the wheels but I knew it had to be expensive. "Get in" he ordered and without hesitation I did . Once I was I  he walked around the other side and got in himself.

As he started up the engine he also put the heater on. I was grateful for this and soon after 15 minutes of him driving it began to warm up.

I wanted to relax, I really did but I couldn't. I was on edge. He hasn't spoke, told me the same rules nor bad he hit me yet. As if he could tell that I was wondering when he's speak. He spoke. "You can look up you know, I find it rude when someone looks away from me" I gulped at his tone and quickly looked up. I made the mistake of looking at him. He  had dark brown hair, his muscled buldged under his suit and his glasses gave him a mysterious look. No matter how good he looked he would hurt me at some point. "Now I can see that pretty little face of yours clearly" he said smiling at me. I braced myself for some sort of sexual contact but nothing happened. Maybe because he was driving? "Anyway are you hungry" he asked changing the topic completely after seeing me tense up. "No sir" I whispered. Food always came at a price. Last time I was given food I got beaten, the time before i was tortured. "I asked to be nice. I don't really care if your not" he stated good of any emotion. Yet again I prepared myself for a punishment. I was surprised when he turned into some sort of drive thru. I remembered  when I was good my very first owner would take me and his son to this place. McDonald's.  "Hello, yes, I'd like two big Macs, 2 large portions of fries and 2 regular cokes " he said into some machine.
As he went through to collect and pay I couldn't help but look into the window of McDonald's. The family's in there laughing and having fun.

I was in my own little world when suddenly food was placed on me. I looked at him expecting him to say something but instead he was eating his own food. He noticed me looking and after finishing his mouthful he spoke "eat". I liked at the fries and carefully bit into one. I didn't realize he was watching me until he started laughing. "They aren't poisoned" he said in some what of a joyful manner. "What's the catch" I asked weary of his response. " No catch,you need to eat, your practically a skeleton" he said. I was so confused by now. " there's always a catch" I tell him. He thought for a minute before responding "if you don't eat there will be no more fast foods"

That wasn't really a catch but nevertheless i ate it. We ate in silence and I was ok with it. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I had finished the entire thing. I looked up when I felt a hand go across my lap. I froze at the contact. This was it. Yet again I was proven wrong as he grabbed the finish, got out and took it to what I presumed a bin.

"You won't be eating again for a while" he said as we set off. There's the catch. I nodded in understanding. " The flight is pretty long so I'd imagine you would like to sleep" he continued.
"Flight?"
"Yes I'm from Italy, I'm only in America on business. We are flying back this evening" he replied.
I looked at the time,something I was good at. "It's only 1:15pm" I say regretting it as soon as i said it. " Yes, we need to go shopping first. You look like a whore and no girl of mine will look like that" he said looking at my outfit in disgust. I was kind of happy he thought this as it meant I  wouldn't be wearing these outfits anymore. Hopefully.