SEXUAL MISSION

Ugh! I grasped her neck with clenched teeth and said, "How can you do that to me, bitch?" I roared at her face, her forehead creased into a frown, and she grabbed my hand. "Because you are my slave, now get your hands off me!" She yelled back.

"No! Just because I agreed to be your slave doesn’t mean you can treat me this way. I can get you arrested for this, you know." I threatened.

"You can’t do that." She yanked my hand off her neck brace and signalled her men. The men pulled me off the couch by the hand, and one of them shoved a sack over my head, I couldn’t see a thing. I felt her soft hand on my chest.

"You want to be stubborn, huh? I think I have welcomed you more than enough, now I want to show you how much of a monster I can be until you submit to me." she starts. "Don’t ever call me a bitch again, or I will make you eat your word and call me queen."

"You don’t have to be—" she cut in before Chris, whom I believed had entered the room when she was giving me this awful mark,