He Bought Me

2.

I stayed up for hours, crying until I finally cried myself to sleep.

I wake up to the sound of a door closing, I jump up. It's him. He's shirtless and the sweats he's wearing are hanging way too low. The sweat on his body makes his muscles shine. He walks over to the bed then sits down. "I need to take a shower"

"What? You need me to show you how to use soap?" I snarl sarcastically.

He chuckles, "You're gonna clean me"

"Why me? I'm sure you brought enough girls for the whole year"

His eyes darken, "Watch the attitude before I shove my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours" I gasp at his filthy words. His hand reaches out and grabs my cheek then with his thumb, he rubs my bottom lip. I can't move.

"Stop" I beg.

He laughs, dropping his hand on my knee. "You're mine now, that means I can do whatever the fuck I want to do"

"But you did-"

"I know what I said but if I need to teach you some fucking manner then I will" he stands up, "Let's go, I wanna take a fucking shower already"

I pull the covers off me and stand up. He unlocks the door and leads the way out. "There's a bathroom in my room," I say. I don't know why but I feel somewhat safe there.

"Shut up" he snaps.

As we walk deeper into the large mansion, I see a man almost every corner. I look at him, "What do I...call you?"

"My name's Boris" He answers, his voice calmer now. He grabs my arm and we make a stop. He opens a door and we step into a large bathroom. There's a bathtub in the middle of the room, two showers in the corners and four sinks, two on both sides.

"What the hell?" I whisper.

"Turn on the water" Boris orders, "Bathtub"

I walk over and do as I'm told. "Hot or boiling hot?" I look up and he pulls his sweats off along with his boxers. I freeze when I spot his size. My hand burns and I hiss in pain.

"Crap" I growl. I turn the boiling hot water to cold.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" He grabs my burning hand and yanks me away.

"My hand" I gasp.

"Not my fucking problem you fucked up. Fix my bath" His eyes are filled with rage. I gasp. He pushes me back. "Now"

I pull my hurting hand to my chest and use my other hand to adjust the water. He steps inside then sits down.

"You fucking baby" He snarls. "Here" he grabs my hand and places it under the warm water. I move my fingers around, causing more pain but it fades after a little.

He pushes my hand away, "Now stop the fucking whining"

"Thank you" I whisper.

"Stop" he snaps, "Don't think anything of it"

"I won't" I tried to hide my attitude and it seems to work.

"It's too warm" His voice steady but still with a hint of annoyance. I turn the knob in the direction. I grab the cup on the table by the tub, fill it with water then pour it on Boris's back.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask.

"No" he sighs, growing more annoyed.

This asshole. I pour more water on him then ask, "Did my father come to you?"