"No, I-I won't do that", I stammered, while fear washed over me.
"Take off your clothes, miss... or I'll have to call guards and make you", the woman said in a plastered politeness, while the other women narrowed their eyes at me with disgust and pure hattered.
"No, I-I never w-will", I could feel my voice crack a little, "for you to ta-ttoo me?..for me to be tagged?...I never wo-uld be a part of this shit, you bitch, you can't control me", I exclaimed, determination built inside me.
Just than, I noticed a man standing at the door step. He looked young in the gray toxido but coldness shadowed him making him look older. Then I noticed it was him.... the man who kidnapped me and took me away from my parents.
As the women was cocience of his presence the women muttered"master" in union, and bowed their head and In slow foot steps he walked in. Due to the way he was looking at me, I realised that he was observing me and the situation. At any second the women glared me. The eldest woman mummered, "bow to your master...", a sharpness in her voice.
"I fucking don't care....his ass won't hurt even if don't bow", I said through clenched teeth.
"Young la..."before she could continue her loud shriek the man stopped her by his gesture of his hand and he slowly walked toward me while I trembled with fear and my knees hrdly prevented from falling down.
"I will teach her some manners",now he stood few inches away from me as I shook my head constantly while he reached for my t-shirt and ripped a part of it, revealing me,piece by piece until I was completely naked.......
His attentive gaze lingered on my trembling presence for more than I would have thought possible. Our eyes were locked without a slight awareness of our surroundings. We were under each others spell, the tingling sensation followed by his body moving towards mine only enticed the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. His hand made contact with my cheek and all thoughts and self control was lost on my part. My body in his full and lustful possession. He was to do and care for me how which way he wanted. And I was too fall at his dismay If need be. I was his slave, the woman he'd call upon for his disheveled desire and I'd comply without as much as a breath of reply. Another surge of electricity elated my vulnerably limp body. If not for his grasp I'd have my knees buckle from beneath me. "You are mine." His commanding tone demanded with such stern possession. His grip tightening around my hips to lowering hands above my butt. Trembling breaths were exchanged, as well as eager touches. I found myself in complete euphoria in this mans arms. And I was too soon discover said man was of no angelic figure as I'd been deemed to convince myself. Carter was shy and undetermined to be noticed by the cliche popular girls and -the almost figured religious to girls- bad boys. She could never have imagined the thought of finding herself moving to a new university where these things are just what she finds impossible to avoid. But she's kept her own secrets hidden. A fatal past with locked up and secured emotional distress she's bottled up ever since she could remember. So if she meets someone who has darker secrets and a dangerous past, what will she do? Run and hide? Or stay and play? ||WARNING: SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR AGES BELOW 15 PLEASE||