Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Milo's Point Of View
"So Milo, tell me about yourself" Dimitri said.
We were in his bedroom. He sat on his bed as I stood a few feet away. His room was big and grey and his bed was very high up but he was a very tall man. He sat, his legs spread out as his interlock hands rested between them.
"Th-There's, um. There's n-not much t-to s-say" I whispered as I looked at the ground.
I heard him sigh and his long legs that were in my peripheral disappear before two large hands were on my waist. I tensed as he pulled me close. His nose grazing my cheek.
"You're so shy" he paused, his hand moving up to my lower back. "How come?"
"I-I-I'm ju-just qu-quiet" I told him.
"Your voice is so soft, quiet. I can't wait to hear you scream" I froze, mind whizzing at what he meant.
I've only ever screamed when Derek hit me.
His hand came up and grazed my cheek and I flinched. His hand moved and his thumb was on my lips again, tilting my head so my eyes met his dark ones. He let out a deep chuckle.
"You look so scared, it's adorable" he muttered, leaning down again as he kissed my cheek softly. His stubble prickling my skin as he did so.
He kissed along my jaw and down my neck. I stood rigid, kissing down where my shirt ended. He nipped the skin softly causing me to let out a squeak.
"Your boyfriend, or I suppose he is your ex now since he is dead, but tell me, why Derek? I know him, a lot more than you may think and I know he is a dick, so why him?" He asked as he continued his soft assault on my neck.
I couldn't answer.
"I-. Derek is, was nice. H-He did tr-treat me we-well" I mumbled.
Derek did treat me well, until he started hanging out with a bad group of people, drinking, drugs, everything I hate. He was sweet, would cuddle and do sweet things for me. Then he became angry, when he couldn't get the drugs he wanted, mainly cocaine. Though his drinking habit didn't help.
"Don't lie darling. That bruise on your face is more than enough to prove he never treated you well. I'm sure if I pulled off this shirt" he plucked my old tattered shirt with his fingers and I trembled.
"I would find some more nasty bruises as well"
I looked away from his gaze, too harsh for me to stare at as my eyed drifted to the more interesting floor.
"U-um. H-He did, o-only when he wa-wasn't on an-anything" my voice trailed to a whisper, not even I really heard at the end.
"What was that?" He hummed.
"H-he was ni-nice, ju-just hung all-around th-the wrong pe-people and th-things" I told him.
Why was I telling him this? He doesn't care.
"Oh. I know the type of things Derek got up to. He bought them, not directly of course but from my men who brought the cartels in" he told me and I bit my lip.
"Wh-why?" Was all i could muster.
Why would he sell drugs, they're awful and they ruin people.
"I run a mafia. Darling it's what I do. I need money to pay people, bribe the cops and get equipment, drug cartels are easy money. I sell to anyone who wants them, however I do not keep a tab of who buys the drugs, just a tab of who borrows money off me" he said as he pulled his hands away and straightened his neck up.
"Come now darling, you look far too malnourished. I'll have something made for you" he called as he walked towards the door.
I turned round and followed after him. He walked down the hallway. His leather shoes, clicking off the dark mahogany floor as we came to a large staircase with pure black marble steps and a glass banister.
I followed down, not touching the glass banister. I was scared of dirtying it. I looked at my feet, scared of falling on the shiny marble. I didn't even realise he stopped until I bumped into him and stumbled backwards, closing my eyes as I readied myself for the hard marble when it never came.
Instead a hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me into him. I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing him roll his eyes slightly as he patted my hair down.
"Be more aware of your surroundings" he said and let go of me.
He started walking again and I followed, making sure to watch him incase he stopped again. We entered a large extravagant kitchen. It was similar to the rest, or what I've seen so far of his house, black marble and a grey tiled floor.
"What can you cook?" He hummed and I turned to look at him.
"Wh-what?" I asked. He shook his head and walked over, holding my chin softly as he clicked his tongue.
"Pardon, not what and I asked if you could cook, got to earn your stay one way or another" his eyes darkened and a small smirk formed on his plump lips.
"Y-Yes sir" I squeaked as his hand gripped my butt tight.
"Sir? I like that, call me that from now on unless I say other wise, now what can you cook?" He asked
"Uh, lots of st-stuff s-sir" I paused my body tense as his hand on my butt didn't move. "Wh-what do you li-like?"
"Theres steak in the fridge. I'll be in my office" he said and leaned down, kissing my cheek before he walked off.
I let out a sigh of relief before I turned to face the large kitchen. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a steak, along with some vegetables and potatoes.
