~Emmy~
Shuffling forward slowly, thanks to the iron restraints attached to my ankles, I made my way into a shady room.
"Oh, look, another room that stinks of piss and death!" I snorted sarcastically, glaring over my shoulder at Sir. "Although that might just be you, old man!" I added with a sly grin, earning me a slap to the back of the head.
"You need to learn some manners!" Sir snapped at me hatefully.
"Yeah, forgive me, I am a little out of touch on the etiquette for how one is meant to address her kidnapper." I barked, rolling my eyes at the stupid prick.
"With a little more respect than that!" He grunted, kicking my legs out from under me as he let go, allowing me to tumble to the floor with a yelp.
"Careful now, Sir, you wouldn't want to damage me before I am paid for." I scoffed, rubbing my sore hands from the impact of the fall.
"You are already paid for!" He laughed, kneeling in front of me, his face hovering close to mine, close enough that if I wanted to, I could headbutt the smug look off his face. "So you are no longer a pain in my ass!"
"Aww you say the sweetest things!" I grunted, rolling my eyes as I pulled myself to my feet. "What sort of sicko buys a young lady at an auction anyway!" I asked, raising my eyes to meet the cold eyes of Sir, who shrugged, a smile painting his lips that reminded me of the movie IT: all crooked teeth and sinister intent.
"A powerful one!" He grinned at me. "Powerful enough to make you disappear, I am sure." Sucking down my remark, I lowered my eyes for a moment, thinking about my parents and what they must be going through, the idea of not seeing them again made my heart ache. Pursing my lips, I swallowed my pride and kept quiet.
"Maybe I will come and see you at one of his establishments, and finally get that blow job!" He whispered, his grubby knuckles trailing down my cheek. Pulling my head back, I smacked my forehead into him; hearing the bones in his nose crack under the force, I beamed evilly.
"You bitch!" He roared, blood dripping down his face and coating his lips in crimson, reminding me of Pennywise yet again, making me laugh bitterly, the sound of my laughter evidently pushing him over the edge as his hand raised above his head, ready to strike me.
"Touch her again and I will rip that arm off!" A voice said quietly from the corner of the room, making us both jump. Turning to look in the direction the threat came from with a furrowed brow, I tried to see into the darkness.
"I didn't realise you were still here; I am sorry", Sir stuttered over his words nervously; a slight grin slipped onto my lips, hoping Sir would be foolish enough to challenge the stranger so that I could see him get his ass handed to him.
"Evidently." The voice stated calmly. Hearing the sound of wood creaking, I chanced a glance over, hoping to see my saviour, but still, he hid in the darkness, making me nervous.
"Only evil lurks in the dark." A voice whispered inside my head, sending a cold chill down my spine.
"And only crazy people hear voices!" I muttered back at the voice that liked to taunt me from time to time, the irony of my replying to it not lost on me either. My parents had told me it was because I was exhausted but still had insisted on keeping me medicated to dull the voice; but since I had been held captive here, I had not exactly been able to take them, and it seemed the crazy in me was taking advantage of the situation and itching to come out and play. A knock on the door alerted us to someone else coming in and distracted me from my thoughts on my sanity, or lack thereof.
"Enter." My stranger ordered, his tone laced with authority. Sir frowned disappointedly, a smirk playing at my lips, seeing his eyes flash to the other male who, given how the shadow moved, had stood. Sir seeing the darkness move, straightened back up stepping out of my personal space, giving me the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I will remind you this is my establishment, not yours," Sir muttered weakly; a chuckle rolling across the room caused the hairs at the nape of my neck to stand on edge. The door opened, and in came a petite male in a suit that looked like it cost more than my parents made in a year, a binder clutched in his hands.
"You have made the payment?" Sir barked at him, and I sighed, realising that the petite figure was the male who had bid on me.
"I had hoped he would be hot!" The voice muttered disappointedly, making me groan, missing the little blue pills my mouth shoved at me.
"Come on, Esme, let us not pretend it wouldn't help if he were good-looking- if we are to be stuck with him!" The voice continued.
"Seriously!" I groaned audibly; my father had explained when I was ten that the voice I heard was a mental disorder and was my way of coping with situations that made me uncomfortable. That my mind was just playing tricks on me. That or I had finally given in to one of my multiple personalities. Ignoring the voice in the back of my head, I slumped back on the floor when it became hard to stand with the foot restraints and eyed the male with the binder.
He moved like I made him nervous, but something in his eyes let me know he did not like me very much, which made no sense given that he had just paid a fortune to buy me. Snorting as he leaned back against a wall, I narrowed my eyes on him and crossed my arms the best I could across my chest.
"Something funny!" Sir asked, debating kicking me but clearly thinking better of it as his eyes glanced into the shadow.
"Yes!" I snapped, "The fool is leaning in blood and what I think is puke; not sure that will be coming out of his fancy suit!" I grinned, watching him push off the wall and step closer to me unconsciously. "Don't worry, Sugar, it will have more blood than that on it by the time the night is through," I winked at my new 'owner.'
"Really, how so?" He asked, making me pause; he sounded different than earlier; maybe it was because his voice was being played through a speaker, but I could have sworn it was deeper.
"Because I plan to make your death as bloody as possible!" I grinned slowly. A dangerous chuckle echoed from the darkness, cutting off my next words. My saviour stepped from the shadows and into the dimly lit light that hung in the centre of the room, his black and red pinstripe suit clinging to him perfectly; the fabric looked beyond expensive, matching his gold watch and ring. He stepped into the room and closer to me, holding his hand out for the binder.
“Now THAT's what I am talking about!” The voice whined flustered in my head as I took in his roguish good looks, his arms flexed under his suit as he held the binder, checking the details over. The light caught his chiselled jaw and high cheekbones as he nodded to the smaller male, who slipped from the room as silently as he had entered. Turning, his eyes met mine, green hues settled on me that screamed trouble! Swallowing the lump in my throat I refused to let his good looks and confidence affect me.
"The deal is done princess, you belong to ME now!" He uttered, oozing sex, money and power.
"I belong to no one!" I snapped, blushing at the intense stare that he held me in. "I am a person, not property!" I growled, moving my hands the best I could in the restraints to protect my body from his stare; it felt like he was undressing me with his sage green eyes, his dark features flexing as he licked his lips. My cheeks flushed as heat spread through my body, only to pool between my legs.
"I think you will find that you do!" He expressed his lingering stare drinking in every curve of my body that I hid under this thin nightgown. Never in my life had I felt so self-conscious and yet so turned on, but then never had I been allowed to be alone with a boy long enough to feel anything much at all.
"You are mine now, sweetheart, for today... tomorrow and always!"
~Matteo~I wasn't lying when I said she was mine, and given how Blaze was itching at the walls of my mind, he, too, agreed. She was a wolf; I could smell it on her, but the way she held herself intrigued me; she was like no wolf I had ever encountered, nor human. She was different, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing yet. Stepping closer to her, the need to touch her too strong to ignore, I closed the gap between us, lifting my tattooed knuckles to run down her cheek, coating them in the blood that had dried to her skin. "Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or do I have to keep you restrained?" I asked coldly, searching her eyes for a trace of the wolf I felt inside her. "Fuck you!" She growled, spitting in my face before turning her head quickly to bite my hand that traced her skin. She was quick, but I was quicker; moving my hand before her teeth had a chance to pierce my skin I dropped it to her throat, gripping it in my large hands I tightened it around her slender t
~Emmy~ Beads of sweat dripped down my face and onto the blindfold that covered my eyes, inches away from my dried and chapped lips. My heartbeat increased with each passing second. The sound of wind whirling by the vehicle I knew we were in was the only sound I could hear."Hello?" I tried to say, but my words were suffocated by something that had been placed in my mouth. "That will teach you to bite!" The voice giggled in my head, making me groan. I had woken up to the soft lull of the car as we drove down what I assumed was a highway. We had been driving for at least twenty minutes when the car pulled to a stop, and whoever was in the vehicle exited.Restraints completely immobilised me. My wrists were encircled behind my back by the ominous cold metal of what I could only assume to be wrist cuffs. Hard metal ran up my back to where a frigid chain ran around my neck. Every move I made had the chains clank together. My whole body ached and screamed for relief from the position I w
Emmy***Three weeks earlier*** "Can I go out tonight?" I asked my Ma for the fourth time this hour; I knew what her reply would be. Yet I hoped she would say yes, anyway. I could count the number of times my mother had let me out on my own on one hand. You wouldn't think I was seventeen months old! Not seventeen years old!"Eighteen soon!" The quirky voice whispered in my head, making me frown softly, forgetting for a second my mother was staring at me. "What's wrong?" My mother asked quickly, her eyes scanning my features and scrutinising my facial expressions carefully like she always seemed to of late. "Nothing!" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest with a pout. I knew if I told her the voice was back, she would shove another pill down my throat, and then I definitely wouldn't be allowed out! I knew her concern was coming from a good place. No one liked a crazy female! Not even us gypsies! But it didn't make it any easier to swallow; I wanted my freedom out of this damn wo
~Matteo~"I don't think this is necessary!" Blaze whinged while he watched our mate over the top of my laptop that sat on my lap. He had moaned the whole car journey, to the point I wished I had gagged him too. He had been a silent passenger since our previous mate's death, pretty much leaving me to run the show. At times, I had wished he would come back to take some of the weight on his shoulders for the life we led, but if this was how things would be, I would have to speak to Samuel about a supernatural way to mute him. "I don't care what you think!" I snapped as I typed away on the keypad that sat on my lap. She has been babbling to herself on and off for an hour before finally giving in to exhaustion. I suspected she had been talking to her wolf, although I didn't understand why she wasn't doing it internally. Something I would ask her when I got her back to the penthouse. Maybe Gypsies did things differently to the rest of us. A smirk slipped over my lips, hearing her moan in
~Emmy~Waking slowly, I yawned softly, my body stretching out on the softest bed I had ever slept on. "Damn, did I die? Am I sleeping on a cloud?" I mumbled as my eyes opened to see I was surrounded by crisp white linen. Snuggling back under the sheets, I closed my eyes again before they shot open as memories of the last few days danced across my mind. Kidnapped, auctioned, restrained, and ... Nothing after being restrained, only foggy memories of a conversation I knew had to be a dream. "I was beginning to think you would never wake up!" A serious voice announced from somewhere in the room. I wanted to bury myself under the sheets and pray it was all a dream, and I was about to wake up in my mother's wooden caravan on a bed made of lumps and bumps. But hearing the footsteps head my way, I braced myself for the cold reality that none of it was a dream. The sheets were pulled from me and thrown back; light blinded my eyes from an open window. Seizing my chance, I jumped and slammed
~Matteo~Sitting in my seat, I sensed Blaze moaning that she was out of sight and smirked; he was so whipped already! Although I expected nothing less! As I walked by her, I could see the clogs turning in her head and knew she was about to do something reckless. That most likely would end with me not being able to eat my fucking breakfast before my meeting started because I had to teach her a damn lesson.. again! I remained silent but motioned for the chef to bring the food forward; I watched him pick up a tray filled with pastries only to freeze as his eyes lifted beside me. A soft blush crossed his cheeks as he lowered his gaze and looked at the floor, clearly trying to show respect. Closing my eyes as her sweet scent drifted by me, I sucked in a breath to silence Blaze, who was howling like a dog in heat. Opening my eyes, I looked in the direction I sensed her and found myself frozen just like my chef, seeing her stride past my seat as naked as the day she was born, her skinny l
~Emmy~I wanted the ground to open and swallow me alive. I had bared my body to him, hoping to get a reaction, yet the only response I got from this smug bastard was amusement. I guess he is used to seeing naked women, and my body doesn't interest him. "Oh, it does!" The voice countered. "He is just more stubborn than you!" But these men who had joined us, although not looking at me directly, gave me the impression that they wanted to do more than sit at the table with me. They wanted to look but undoubtedly were trying to be respectful of their host! Perhaps respect is what I should have shown him in order to get what I wanted, but then I never did things like most people! "Probably why you are in so much shit!" The voice I was trying desperately to block out laughed, making me wince. I really was starting to miss those purple pills because she was starting to become a constant companion, One I did not want nor as for."How was the auction Matteo?" A male at the top of the table a
~Matteo~I felt the muscles in my jaw tighten at her blatant disrespect, but it was more than that; as much as I tried to push down the possessive wolf in me, the fact she was flaunting herself to get my attention rubbed me the wrong way. I may not want her, but that doesn't mean I want anyone else to have her! Or even look at her! As fucked up as I knew that was! But what was grinding on me was the nerve of the men around this table, who were employed because of me! Who had risen in this world because of me and what I offered them! And I do not recall offering Emmy to them. Yet I watched Ricky's hand slide up her thigh towards a pussy that I owned and couldn't have stopped Blaze from reacting even if I wanted to. Seconds it took me to round the table and grab his head, pulling it back by the roots of his hair. I held it there and watched as his eyes frantically darted towards me- Pleading for mercy. Grabbing the mug from his free hand, I smashed it on the arm of the chair carelessl