The possessive bad boy

CHAPTER15

I was untied as a short woman entered my room. She was old but seemed tough as nails. First she gave me a weary smile. The she rummaged through an old closet. Humming as she went, I rubbed my wrists. They were soar and bloodied from my struggling. The old lady turned around and looked at my hands. She made a taking noise and hoisted me up. Yup. She was definitely strong.

"Let's get you cleaned up aye?" She had a slight accent. British maybe. I was weak from Pain and not enough food or water. She led me to bathroom. Inside she shut the door and turned in the water. After testing it with her hand she looked at me expectantly. I stood there waiting for her to leave. Finally she raised an eyebrow.

"I was told to not let you out of my sight. Besides you have nothing I don't have. Yours are just younger." Her hands were placed on her hips. Still self conscious I stayed put. She groaned and turned her back on me. Quickly I undressed and slipped into the warm water. My aching muscles thanked me as I let the warm sensation wrap my body. I closed my eyes and let the warm water glide down my face. With my eyes closed and soft sensations washing over me, I could almost call up memories. The first one obviously being my first dance with Blake. Tears mixed with the water. My tears. And still "iris" filtered through my head. I knew he wasn't there. But I could pretend. I could pretend his arms were around me. His sent filling my nose, and his voice caressing my ears.

"Dance with me." I felt him pull me off the bed. Music filled my ears. I was in heaven.

"Miss?" And just like that, my good place was gone. Tears were now freely flowing.

"Yes?" I croaked.

"Can I wash your hair miss?" The old lady asked. I wondered why she was here. I wondered what the man had on her. Grimly I nodded. As her brittle fingers worked through my head i detached myself. I detached myself from my body. I blinked unseeing. I breathed but did not live. I had nerves but could not feel.

-----hours later-----

I had been brought food and coffee. It was all fine. But I didn't taste anyway. My life was falling apart. Nothing could make this better. It was announced I was to be marrying the man of the house. The man that kidnapped me. Now I sit on my bed. Wearing a plain white sundress. My hair hung loose around my shoulders. I was not allowed makeup or jewelry. Tears stained my cheeks. But I had given up hope. Despair gripped my heart. It squeezed until I thought I would die. Each breath hurt. Yet I continued to live.

"My my. What a pretty girl." A male voice rang from the doorframe. There he leaned. He was old. Much older than me. Almost old enough to be my grandfather.

"How about a pre-ceremony taste hmmm?" He purred stalking closer. I choked on a sob and turned away. Then I felt then compression of the bed. His hand gripped my chin and I pulled away.

"Feisty pet aren't we? No matter I will fix that." He pushed me over and his weight pressed down on me. I should have fought back. But why? I had nothing to live for.

Flash back, during meal, after shower.

A red meat was placed in front of me. Along with broccoli and a brown rice. My mouth watered. The food tasted very good. And I was so hungry. No one but the old woman was with me. So I ate in silence. I noted she was not big on talking. I was also given a tall glass of orange juice. The sour and tangy taste soothed my parched throat. But orange... It reminded me of Blake. I was almost done my meal when the man walked in.

"Hello pet." He purred. I hated him. So so much. I was not his pet. I was not his anything.

"I'm not your fucking pet." I hissed. He simply chuckled.

"Such a young spit fire. I knew you would be just like your mother." He chuckled some more. My mother? What had she have to do with this? This only further encouraged my rage.

"Such an old fossil. What is your plan with me? Wed then bed me? You sure you can even get it up old man?" I smirked as I challenged him. His face turned and angry red.

"Why you little bitch. I assure you I can get up. And you may never refer to me as anything other than master." It's tone was clipped. Master? Oh hell no. At least I had hit a nerve on his man pride. No matter. Blake said he would come. I had complete faith he would find me.

"Whatever." I mumbled before taking a sip of orange juice.

"Such disrespect these days. Tsk tsk. Your boy was worse you defiant bitch." He grinned and showed his yellowing teeth and rotten gums. My boy? Surely he couldn't mean... Fear must have registered on my face.

"Ah yes. Blane. Blade. Bike. Oh right Blake. Yes he's dead." I choked on air.

"Well I couldn't have him taking you away. Since you are of course promised to me." Gone. Blake was gone? No, no, no, no, no, NO! that can't happen. He was supposed to save me. I can't live without a mate. To a wolf mate means life. Without him I was nothing. Just a shell of a woman. The bastard laughed. He laughed at me. As a tear escaped my eye I looked him dead in the eye.

"Why am I yours. How was I promised to you?" I bit out around my anger and despair.

"Did your birth parents tell you nothing? No matter. I will tell you. Long ago when your mum was but a pup, a small incident occurred. You must know wolves live longer. So this was back in war days. Your mum was very much in love with your father. It was new love. They had known each other for all of a month. But already it was all consuming. Your father was in The war. On his way home to see your mum he was shot. Almost directly out side her home. She ran out screaming. It was a clean shot with a musket, dead center in the chest. Oh your mum cried and begged him to come back. But he did not. So she came to me. I have powers you know. I am not all wolf. I am part demon. With very little humanity left if any. Anyhow. She asked me to bring him back. No, really she begged. Promised me anything. My price was her first daughter. She had wondered about having a son. I told her it was no worry, her first child would be a daughter. Your mother never wanted children. Thought they were to much hassle. And her live was dead, she agreed. So I brought the poor sap back to life. And I got her to sign in blood, you over to me. Almost 200 years later she was pregnant. Now that bitch tried to escape the agreement. She hid you from me. But what she did not know was that in that contract was almost like a tracking Claus on your wolf. So the minute you turned I knew. So as you can see, you were mine. Long before you were even born." My world had just collapsed. My own mother had traded away my life to a demon. Blake was gone. And I had no escaping if he could find me no matter what.

My body started to shut down. First my brain. Then my heart. I had no more feeling. Only a hollow numbness. I wanted death. I no longer cared what he had in store for me.

End of flash of flash back.

So here I sat. My captor feeling me up. I felt his old wrinkled hands run over my face. My cheeks damp. His eyes hungry. Slowly his hands traveled to my neck. They squeezed just a little. I figured he was trying to get my pulse to jump under his hands. But I didn't care. Again they traveled down to the mounds of my breasts. He kneaded with his hands. A small growl escaped his lips. Sun was setting outside. And still nothing fazed me. I didn't feel. I didn't care. In a quick flash I was pushed back. His weight covered me. He continued feeling my sides and chest. Then my thighs. I could feel his excitement against my stomach. Yet I laid. Unblinking. Unseeing. His hand slowly moved up my thigh. Higher. Higher. Closer to my core. Finally he cupped me and growled.

"Your mi-" he was cut off by a small voice and an opening door.

"Master it is time." The old woman said. He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Later pet. We will finish later." And he got up and left the room.

"Time for what?" I asked the old woman bleakly.

"Your wedding ceremony and bonding miss." She gave a trim smile as she straightened my clothes and hair.

Twenty minutes later I was standing in an old barn. He was at the front in a tux. An odd looking preacher with a large book was standing close by. In front of him was a knife and a good cup. I was pushed down the isle. The old woman vacated the barn and I was left alone with these two strange men.