Enticing

Basically Pets.

Hey you guys! I hope you're all doing good and enjoying my story as much as I am cx I love this idea! Enjoy this new chapter.

~Lucah

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Previously on Enticing:

"Claire, Victoria, can you take The girl up to my bedroom? I'd like to speak to the guys alone please." Flea said as he tightened his grip around my waist, but loosened right after.

Claire shot up from the curly headed boys lap and grabbed my hand, pulling me from Fleas grasp. I let out a relieved sigh, but tried to make it as not noticeable as I could.

"Come on darling, we've got a lot to talk about ourselves!" Claire said, her voice excited. The three girls made their way up the stairs. What was so exciting about this situation?

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"So what did you have to tell me?" I asked as we stepped inside Fleas room. I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, a bit uncomfortable. The two girls made their way over to the bed and crawled up, Claire on her stomach.

"I don't know how to say this without you thinking we're crazy for agreeing with this." Claire said as he looked up at me, her chin in her palm.

"It wasn't our choice though, we were forced, just like you. Its just been a while for us..." started the black haired girl, I still didn't know her name yet, "...we were in your position once."

I stare absent mindedly at both of the girls. I begin to wonder what the hell they are talking about. What did they mean they were both in my place? They were kidnapped? They both seem so...happy be around these jackasses.

"Anna and I were both abducted. Just like you. It was 4 years ago, so we've kind of realized that they weren't going to let us go. So we just got over and went with the fact that..." Claire started.

"That we're what?" I asked quickly.

"You're basically Fleas pet." Anna finished as she gave me a apologetic look.

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Fleas point of view

"Keep your hands off of her, got it? You've got your own girls. You can't have mine too." I hissed through my teeth at my two friends that sat across from me.

Mitchell rose both his hands in the air as if to surrender. "Alright man, I've got my own girl. I get it." Braden nodded his head agreeing with Mitchell.

"Does she even know what this is about?" Braden asks as he rubs the back of his neck. I look to side and chuckles.

"No...I've not told her yet. I plan on it when you guys leave though." I said standing to my feet.

It must have been easy, for Mitchell and Braden. They were older, more experienced than I was. I mean, sure I wasn't the most hardcore guy, but they were a whole lot more hardcore than I was. It just takes time I guess.

"Hopefully she's a good sport about it...like Anna. She took it like a champ after a few bumps." Braden said as his smile softens. That boy was in love with Anna. He just didn't wanna admit it.

"Maybe, I don't think so. She's a whole lot of feisty." I say with a mischievous grin plastered on my face. Mitchell "ooed" and slapped my arm.

"You know what they say about feisty girls dude..." Mitchell started.

"What?"

"They're animals in bed." Braden finished with a snicker.

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Kelbys point of view

Flea closed the door and stands there a minute. Its almost as if he's thinking really hard on something. He finally turns around and his eyes meet mine.

"I'm going to cook. I guess you can have some." He said as he walked into the kitchen. I don't say anything, as I look down at the ground I follow him into the kitchen.

I sit down at the kitchen island and lay my hands in my lap, "thanks." I say quietly. He doesn't even acknowledge my apology as he opens the freezer and pulls out a frozen pizza, pepperoni, which happen to be my favorite. I wasnt going to tell him that though, afraid he'd put it back to be a dick.

He ripped the pizza from the box and threw it carelessly onto the pan. He put the pan into the oven and turned it on. Turning around, he leaned up against the oven, looking at his feet. I just stared at him.

I began to think about what Claire and Anna were talking about. I'm basically his pet. I don't belong to anyone, and the fact that he is practically forcing it on me, pisses me off.

"Why did you all the sudden decide that the only thing missing in your life was a check next to the work abduction?" I asked, wanting to hear it from him. His eyes met mine and he went from emotionless to annoyed in less than a second.

"Because I'm a fucked up person. You'll find those every once in a while." He said in a medium loud tone.

"You know Claire and Anna told me what your up to. About you keeping me as your pet. What does that even mean?" I spat angrily at him. "Do you I have do your laundry? Clean the house? Obey your every command? What about your sex slave, do I have to have sex with you too?"

By now his face was red and he was fuming. He slammed his fist on the table and I jumped, taking a step back.

"You don't raise your voice to me in my own home. Don't question me either. Yes, you're going to do everything I tell you. When I leave, when I come back, the house had better be cleaned." He begins walking closer, "I'm making you my bitch. You answer to me, I do not answer to you. If I say I want some, your ass better be in the bed within the next five minutes. If not, you'll wish you were rolling around in the sheets with me instead of being beaten to death."

By now he had me against the wall.

"I know your not ready for that yet, but if I hear you talking to me like that again. Don't think I'm afraid to use a little force." He finished.

I gulped looking up at him. Our torsos were touching and I was beginning to feel claustrophobic. Suddenly I felt his warm hand on my side, the warmth seeped through my shirt. Although it felt good, my body was on code red and I was tensed up.

He now had a stupid smirk on his face as his eyes searched my features. He was looking for a reaction. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him. I stopped breathing, noticing that I couldn't hear his breathes neither.

Then I felt his warm breath against my lips. My eyes fluttered open to look, his lips mere inches away from mine. He was going to kiss me. So soon, he was going to kiss me. But before he could touch my lips with his, the oven went off. The pizza was ready to be eaten.