Once they arrived at their destination, Rebecca was guided out of the car towards their supposed hideout. The bag and blindfold were still on her, to her dismay. Though she supposed it was better having them on. At least to avoid noticing whatever unwanted gaze will be on her. Much like one certain gaze she could feel behind her.
“You’re kind of slowing down back here. Come on, pick up the pace,” the owner of said gaze told her, giving her a slap on her butt.
Rebecca let out a yelp from the smack, and felt her face collide against someone’s back, coming to a stop.
“Do you have a death wish or something?” the man in front questioned, sending chills to her spines from the cold tone he used.
“What? She was moving a bit slow,” the man behind her claimed.
Rebecca, however, knew that was but a lie, given how close the man in front of her was. She couldn’t be that slow, and she hoped he knew that as well.
“Boner, I know you are new here and that you have yet to meet our lord. However, if you think you can keep up with these half-truths, you have no idea what he is capable of,” the man in front warned, to her slight relief and curiosity, as well as slight astonishment.
‘Boner? That is his name?’
Rebecca could hear a scoff behind her, as Boner retorted, “And I should be scared of him, Retchet? Last I heard, that so called ‘leader’ is nothing more than a boy. I don’t see what any of you have to fear for, even with his blood.”
While Rebecca’s curiosity rose from the claim, a sigh was heard from the front. “If you think there is nothing about him to fear, then do as you please. Do not say I did not warn you. Now come. We have kept him waiting long enough.”
At the sound of footsteps leaving, Rebecca hastily followed after the man in front of her, wanting to be away from the one behind her. She did not know what her fate entails, being here, but she hoped it was not one that involved Boner, or whatever thoughts he has of her.
Some time of walking later- a walk that included going down some stairs, in which Rebecca had to be careful of, especially with Boner- the girl felt they finally came to a stop, with the bag finally removed from her head.
“This is the girl, my lord,” Retchet introduced.
At the last two words, Rebecca flinched. Reminded of who she was in the presence of, and glad he did not remove the blindfold on her. With how frightening these men look, even if the leader is said to be a child, who knows how he truly looks, to control even some of these guys.
“Retchet, aren’t you supposed to be a gentleman? You need to remove the blindfold, too,” Boner said, ripping the cover off her.
Rebecca’s eyes adjusted to the light, as she glanced up to see the leader of this mafia group. The fear she felt turned into that of shock as she laid eyes on the man before her. He was not a child as she had assumed him to be- not from how Boner was mocking him. Rather, he was a young man her age, and not just any young man, either.
‘Why?’ she wondered, her shock still growing. ‘Why is he here?!’
“This is the girl?” he asked.
“Yes, Lord Christian, sir,” Retchet answered, confirming this man’s identity to Rebecca. “Rebecca Kells. Daughter of Harold Kells. The man who has been owing us much money we had been landing him.”
Eyes narrowed at the identity of Rebecca’s father, sending more chills down her spine from the glare. “The same man who is also the former treasurer of Riverdale Corp,” he more stated than questioned. In a tone that sent more fear to Rebecca than she thought possible. Especially from him.
“Yes, sir. He also offered to sell her to you to pay off the debt he owes,” Retchet added, resulting in a sigh from their leader.
“So the guy is that much of a scum after all. Figures,” he said. Rebecca did not know why, but she felt a bit irritated at the insult directed to her father. Even if it was true.
“But we are still going to keep her, right boss?” Boner asked, sending a different sort of chill to Rebecca, who trembled under his lustful gaze. “It’d be such a huge waste, otherwise. And he did sell her to us.”
“‘He’ sold her, you say?” Christian repeated, eyes narrowed. “Retchet. Was that truly what happened? That man sold his daughter to us?”
“To be exact, he offered to sell her to us. You only ordered us to bring her here,” he clarified.
"That was what I thought. Now tell me, Retchet. Has there ever been a time when that was equivalent to a sale having been done?”
“There has never been such.”
At the last response, Rebecca turned her gaze to Retchet in confusion and back to Christian. If she was not here to finalize the ‘sale’, then why did he ask for her presence?
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Alpha. Don’t you think you got it all wrong here?”
All eyes turned to Boner as he spoke, walking over to Christian. “Maybe you’ve been living in your perfect little world for long enough, but in real life? Things are not sunshine and rainbows. Especially not in the life of a mafia. You should know that, shouldn’t you. Don’t you still attend school like a good boy~?” All around her, Rebecca could notice some light sighs and head shakes from a few people watching the interaction. Was this normal in a mafia? For someone to disrespect their leader in such a manner? Shouldn’t someone stop him? “Boner. What did I just tell you earlier?” Retchet warned, in which Boner scoffed at. “Ah, come on. You can’t really be telling me you’re all scared of him? Regardless of who he is in the surface world, in the underground that is the mafia- especially for people like us- that means nothing here.” Boner then leaned closer to Christian and, to Rebecca’s astonishment, took a few whiffs at him. “Heh. He even smells like a weakling. A spoiled brat like
Christian and Retchet turned to Rebecca with raised brows. “I beg your pardon? You’re going to pay off that bastard’s debt?” Christian questioned. “A bastard he may be, he is still my dad,” Rebecca argued. “Besides, he may have offered to sold me, but I already volunteered myself first! You said you did not like how my father is running from his problems, and honestly, neither did I. But he’s the only family I have left. The one man my mother died believing in. This may be my dad’s problem, but it’s also my problem now!” It was silent when Rebecca said that. Christian only stared at her with narrow eyes. Judging her, observing her action. Although it was painfully obvious how hard she was trying to put on that tough act, she still stared back at him with such determination. Teary and wavering, yes, with her hands trembling and lips a bit tense, but she still stood before him. “Seems I’m not the only one hiding my claws,” he said in slight amusement, before inching closer to her. “
"This is the lord’s room. Make yourself comfortable,” Retchet told Rebecca, as they stopped in front of a door with various ‘Do Not Enter’ or ‘Keep Out’ labels right on it, complete with a barricade tape forming a large ‘X’ on it. After walking up several steps from that meeting room, Rebecca had assumed she would be taken to the car to Christian’s house. Her hands were finally out of the cuffs on the walk up- most likely to avoid any suspicions when they exit out this hideout. She did not expect to just be taken to a different room on a different floor. Much less for the door before them to be one leading to Christian’s room. Retchet noticed the perplexed expression and asked, “Is something wrong?” While unsure about asking him, Rebecca grew too curious about the situation before her and spoke, “I thought Christian doesn’t live here.” Retchet narrowed his eyes at the statement and said, “It’s ‘Master’ to you. Don’t forget, you’re his pet now.” Rebecca flinched at the reminder, b
Christian was tired of it all. He was tired of these men trying to make a fool out of him. Tired of life at school, where many people bathe in his presence- be it fans fawning over him, or teammates wanting to share the glory he brings. He was also tired of the teachers trying to get on his good side, mainly the females. All because of who his father was. Rather… who his ‘caretaker’ was.Although he is of the Riverdale family, he is but an adopted son. No, he was just being taken care of by them. Yet, despite that, not only did anyone not mind the indirect relationship with such (distinguished) family- not when he had the skills and smarts to back it up- he never felt like a part of the family. Not because he was never treated well there, but more because he himself never bothered to get close to them. Not his adopted family, not the servants, nobody. Not after what happened to his mother in that household.Although he could not remember her face, he could still remember it well. The
When Christian was told that one of his debtors sold their child to him to pay off their debt, he was disgusted by the news. A human selling their child away so easily? It reminded him much of his own mother. The pain and humiliation she had to suffer because of her own kind, especially her own blood. While he has never met his other blood relatives, he has heard enough about them and what they had done to her.Any thoughts he once had for there being good in the human world- namely in the kindness in family, the very same one his mother gave to him- diminished from then onwards. Rather, he was convinced that all humans were cruel, with his mother being the sole exception.And here he was, hearing one of the many proofs of such belief. “What do you want us to do? Shall we take the deal?” Retchet asked.“What do you think the answer is?” Christian retorted. “You can bring the girl. However, that bastard parent of hers… If they think they can just brush over their debt so easily with t
Christian never thought he would hear those words from Rebecca’s mouth. When it was clear that her father did not care for her? How could this girl be so foolish to still give her life to such irredeemable human? Even after knowing exactly how much he owes, she still dared give her life away. Seeing her act that way to her own life…It sickens him.“I beg your pardon? You’re going to pay off that bastard’s debt?” he asked, wanting to make sure if he had heard her right.“A bastard he may be, he is still my dad. Besides, he may have offered to sold me, but I already volunteered myself first!”How Christian felt his eye twitch from that retort. She ‘volunteered’ herself to this. Willingly. He thought she was pitiful before, but now, the longer he looked at her…‘No! This damn slut… is not my mother!’ he mentally snapped at himself, not wanting his memory of his mother to be ruined by this human. A false smile formed on his face, as he then spoke to Rebecca. “Seems I’m not the only one
The next day, Rebecca woke up feeling groggy. Something that wasn't new for her, having gotten used to sleeping on the floor for so long. What was new, though, was the slight warmth and comfort from her blanket and pillow. Both which should’ve been so worn out, she wouldn’t feel any comfort from them. ‘Why do they feel different?’ she wondered.Opening her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar room and instantly sat up in stupor. “Where am-?!” She stopped her question, recalling what happened last night. “Oh, that's right. I was sold off.”It may have been of her own volition, but Rebecca couldn't believe her own father sold her to pay off his debt. Granted, she was not sold as a slave, and her owner was someone she was somewhat acquainted with. However, she had doubts that either made her situation any better."For now, I should probably just get up,” she figured. At least as a pet she still had some form of freedom. Best not push that luck, though.As she rose to her feet, the d
One quick shower later, Rebecca emerged from the bathroom refreshed, wearing some new clothes, as Christian had promised her. At first, she had thought she was to be given some hand-me-downs to wear, when she truly was given some freshly new clothes. Words could never describe her surprise from this. Why, she ever asked the girl who delivered the clothes if she had given them to the right person. A question that gave her quite the response."You have a problem with these?"If she was given old, worn out clothes, Rebecca would understand the response given. The ones delivered, though, were relatively new, as far as she could tell from the cleanliness. More than that, the mafia woman did not seem angered or annoyed when she gave her answer.‘Even though I’m just a pet? Or is it because I am not yet a slave?’ she wondered, looking down at the new shirt and pants she was wearing in puzzlement, plain as they may be, as she gave them a feel. 'It has to be because Christian did not label me