My head smashes into something hard causing me to slowly open my eyes, I look up and see trees passing by in a rush, groaning softly, I gently raise my head to look around, and I see that we are in a car, not a car but a limousine. It's long, and I look around seeing soft lights on the top of it, and my eyes lock onto movement on the right side of the long seat.
What's going on?I reach out and grab onto the seat beside me, pulling myself up and bringing my other hand to hold my head."You are awake” comes a deep growling voice somewhere close to me, I jerk my head up looking around for the source of the voice, and see a man sitting in the middle of the back seat, legs stretched out with a drink in his head looking down at me.Is he taking me home?Why am I on the floor?I pull myself into a sitting position and lean my side against the left side against the seat to try to stabilize my body, I feel like I was drugged. Nothing wants to work properly.Who is this man?“Ye-yes” I clear my throat, trying to get my brain to say something. How did I even get in here?I remember passing out in that room, but that's it. I remember the voice saying they would bring me to somebody, but I can't remember that somebody's name now.“We are almost home.” He says as he pours himself something from what looks to be a glass of scotch, maybe? My eyes are blurry, I'm having to blink several times before they focus back onto the man.Home?What does he mean home? My home?Why can't I fucking remember anything?Why would he be taking me home?“My home?” I choke out, feeling confused at this entire situation, my memory is like a blank slate, I can't remember anything, I only know my name because that rude lady called me Aria.That must be my name.Why can't I remember that, though?“Your new home.” He says calmly, before taking a sip of his drink, downing the contents with a few gulps and my mouth becomes dry, I'm thirsty.“What-what do you mean, new home?” I moan out as the car makes a sudden turn, causing me to fall over back onto the floor, the man didn't even try to help me stay upright.“I just paid 10 million dollars for you. You're coming to live with me. They were supposed to educate you on your new life, but it seems they were remiss, which pisses me off, I shouldn't have to fucking explain anything to my slave!” He snarls, sounding pissed off before he throws his drink towards the front of the limousine, causing glass to shatter around me. I have to quickly turn my head, so my face doesn't get cut, and I feel the glass hitting against my back and shoulders.I look down and notice I'm wearing nothing else but a red bra and panty.What the fuck?“What do you mean paid for me?” I gasp, as pain shoots up my back from the glass as I try to sit up once more.“Fucking paid. You're mine now!” He grunts while staring down at me, he doesn't give me any more information, just says I'm his, and I don't even understand what he means.His?His what?What is going on?“Yours?” I whimper out trying to understand what the hell is going on as memories from earlier come rushing through my head, I see me wearing these same clothes as I'm surrounded by bright lights in a glass box. Then a few seconds later I see myself naked and crying, a gun pointed to my head as a voice from a speaker box shouts orders at me.I look so scared.“Fucking mine. I paid for you. I fucking own you now, bitch!” He snarls again, making me jump, my legs are weak, they are not taking my weight as I try to get off the floor, I stare up at him with wide eyes as I try to understand what he means by me being his.“I don't understand-” I'm cut off by my own soft cry, something about this doesn't feel right, something about this feels dangerous and something inside of me is telling me to run and don't look back or else I'm fucking dead.“Fucking hell. Did they give me a dumb slave? What's fucking hard to understand, little girl? I own you. The moment I paid 10 million dollars for you is the moment you became mine to do with. If you don't obey me, I will kill you. I will slit that lovely white neck and bury you outside my home. Do you understand that?” He growls, looking frustrated.Kill me?What the fuck?Who is this man?I squint my eyes towards him, trying to get a better look. Is he drunk, maybe? Is that why he is saying all this fucked up shit?My eyes rank over his body and I notice that his neck and hands are covered with tattoos. He is wearing a dark black suit, so I can't see the rest of him, he is a good-looking man I have to admit, but he sounds a little loopy right now.“Ta-take me home, please! Just let me out, I'll walk” I whimper, my body is so exhausted, every muscle in my body aches with soreness, and now I have cuts in my back and shoulder from his glass, and they are burning.I just want to go home.As soon as the word walk passes my lips, the man with quick speeds reaches up and smashes his hand down on my cheek, causing me to cry out from the forceful blow, and my body hits the floor hard.Oh, god.Please.One of my hands comes up and clutches my now sore cheek, I taste warm liquid inside my mouth and raise my other hand to my lips, the touch stings, making me jerk my hand away, and I see that I have blood on my fingertips.“Shut the fuck up. I'm tired of your crying. It's annoying and pissing me off. I have never had a slave as annoying as you, but don't worry you will soon learn you only get to speak when fucking spoken to!” He shouts before leaning back against his seat, staring down at me with those cold eyes.I stare back at him with horror filling my gaze, why did he just hit me? I don't dare say another word on fear of him hitting me again.What's happening to me?“I see you're confused. I will explain what's happening just once only so I do not fucking have to again. Don't take this lightly, I don't like explaining myself to fucking nobody and if I have to explain a second time well just know I won't do it. I would rather kill you slowly then explain myself to you again, you also seem to be suffering from memory loss, which is a fucking pain in my ass. Your name is Aria, you're 26 years old. You lived with your father up until tonight. Your father owed a man a huge sum of money, and he didn't pay after the man gave your father plenty of chances. It came down to your father almost dying that he gave the man something in return, something to settle his debits. You. The man put you up for auction to get his money back, and now I fucking own you. You're my slave. You will do as you're told, if you don't, I will hang you up on a hook and drain your body of all your blood and laugh while I do it. If I want you to shut up, you will shut up, if I want you to cook for me, you will cook for me, but most importantly if I wanted you to get on your knees and suck my cock you will fucking do it.” He snarls before reaching out, grabbing me by my hair before I even have time to process what all he has told me, he shoves his face close to mine and pulls my hair tighter in his fists. “That is the last fucking time I explain myself before you're dead” He says as he shoves me roughly away from him, my body falling back into the floor as tears flood out my eyes.My father did this to me?He let me be taken away and sold like this? To a man as evil as this?Why would he do that to me?Parents are supposed to love their children, why did mine do this to me. Why did mine put his life above mine and give me to a man that already wants to kill me?We are sitting in silence now, his eyes never leaving mine, and I try my best not to make eye contact with him, I would rather not do anything to set him off. We have been driving since I don't know how long now, I know for sure we were driving for about 35 minutes, but that's only a guess. That's what it feels like anyway, I don't even know how fucking long I was asleep before that.Suddenly, the glass that's separating us and the drives slides down, and a rasping voice fills the back of the limousine. “We are almost to the airport, sir” before the driver raises it back up.Airport? Where are we going?I want to ask, but I'm so fucking scared to open my mouth again, what if he kills me? What if he hits me again? I don't think my body can take much more right now, it feels like I'm about to pass out from how weak I am, and right now with this man, that will not be a good thing.“Speak!” The man with the tattoos says, making me jump, and I look up at him, making sure he is not about to
The plane ride has been nothing but silent the past hour or so. The man with the tattoos walked back up the aisle and sat down next to me but didn't talk, just stared. I can feel his eyes digging into my skin, Rowan is sitting in the front snoring, how in the world could he have even fallen asleep? I don't remember ever being on a plane before, and all I can think about is it crashing down, but if it does, that would be the end of this mess.I so don't understand what's going to happen to me, he doesn't seem like the type of guy that would need to pay for a woman just for sex, I mean his pretty damn hot, like one kiss from him will set you a fire. So, why did he even go to that auction to begin with? Surely, he isn't lacking in female company.I mean, if he and I had met in a different situation, I would have been all too happy to give this man a shot. That's how good-looking he is.I try my best to keep my eyes straight forward, but it's hard, I just want to know exactly what he ex
We have been on this plane for what seems like being hours. We are somewhere over the ocean now. I don't know, nor do I learn how much longer we will be. After Ghost came to tell me if I did not eat, he would choke me with the food, I decided I needed to maintain my strength up in case I ever got the chance to run. I sat and ate my meal and hated every minute of it, but I kept on forcing my stomach to take more than I noticed Ghost would continue turning around with those cold eyes squinting on me before looking down at my plate.He hasn't said another word to me and when that girl came down the aisle again to give me my next meal I did not say a a sound to her, just watched as she fixed my plate up like I was some type of princess or something, and it was her job to serve me. I felt bad for fussing with her when she pretended not to notice what was going on. I just don't know whether she deserved my anger or not.I wonder what Ghost does to own a private island along with this plan
I must have dozed off, since I'm being jolted awake as the jet experiences bumps. Looking out the plane window, I notice we are flying over an island. I'm pretty certain this is my new home. I'll admit it's lovely. It seems like somewhere I'd like to vacation, with the crystal clear blue sea, white sand beach, trees, and flowers of various colors. Just not like this, not as a sex slave for a man. Speaking of men who kidnap women. Ghost said nothing to me after that; he just kept his hand on my thigh, reclined back in his seat, and closed his eyes. It took me a while to fall asleep, since the last thing he said kept replaying in my thoughts. “It's just the plane getting ready to land.” He muttered, his eyes still closed. “Oh.” I tell him, without looking out the window, I had kind of figured that out on my own. “It's gorgeous here.” “Our home is beautiful. I agree. I paid a damn fortune for it.” He grunted, opening his eyes and looks down at me. “I was talking about the water and
For several minutes, we have been standing here waiting for his security team to check out the area. Whatever the heck that means. I don't even care. I am ready to get my feet back on the ground. I dislike flying. At least I notice that much of myself. The sadness hits me again. I don't know much about myself. I realize my father is the reason that I was taken away and sold, but that's it. Oh, and my name, I know my name thanks to Ghost. It's Aria, I kind of like it. It's a pretty name.Ghost's hand stayed in the same spot, attached to my arm and showing no sign at all of being ready to let me go. He doesn't need to worry. I'm not going to go off screaming onto an island, at least not until it's been checked.I'm not crazy.Or am I?I don't remember.I'm staring out of the nearest window, and all I see are trees, sand, flowers, and water right now. I mean, he is so worried about me running away that he stayed holding my arm. It's not like I can swim miles in the ocean, or drive th
I am holding my head up and following slowly behind Ghost and Roman. The security team that lines the trees has not moved, but that does not stop me from looking back every couple of steps. It is embarrassing having to walk like this and the fact that none of the men even seem mildly upset about the situation. How many women have Ghosts taken? How many have the men seen women walking around the place in nothing but their bra and panties? The questions just keep on forming inside my head, and I can't shake them. Roman is walking directly on the side of me and Ghost keeping his body between his but off to the side. His gun is still drawn in his hand. “What do you think is going to happen?” I scold him and give him a confusing look. I mean, we are on an island. Miles into whichever ocean we are in. Who would even find us here? “As you and Ghost's bodyguard, I need to always be prepared, Miss. Aria.” Roman says softly, without even looking over toward me. He keeps his gaze looking aro
I'm stunned when I step inside. The house is gorgeous. We walk down a long hallway before coming into an open floor plan in the middle. The kitchen and the living room are on the opposite side of each other. I wonder if he decorated this himself.The kitchen has all-black appliances and white marbled counters. The walls were a light cream color, and the floors were dark brown wood.Jesus, everything in here looks like it costs a lot of money.“Who decorated your home? It's nice.” I whispered, thinking that I should keep the peace with Ghost unless I want to see that cold as-ice side of him again.“Mother.” He snapped. “Let's go. I will show you to your room.” He sighed before he walked up the staircase.My room?I am getting my own room.I thought he paid for me to be his sex slave. I did not expect to be given a room.I am so confused.“My room? I thought-” I asked as I followed him up the stairs.The stairs are black, and the railing is painted matte gold.His mother has some expens
About an hour later, I'm laying in my bed completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, but my mind just wouldn't shut off. I can't believe I am stuck on an island with a man that I do not recognize. I can't believe I was sold and bought to be someone's sex slave.Who does that?Criminals.Ghost must be one. He has to be something for him to have this much money. We are on an island right now, and I can't help but know that the money isn't because he is a surgeon or a lawyer. No, we don't live anywhere close to a population that would require that, so I definitely crossed those two occupations off the list.I can't forget about Rowen. Ghosts bodyguard. Why would Ghost even need a security guard? That question burns so deeply inside my head that I'm starting to get a headache. A gentle knock flowed through my ears, and I realized that someone was knocking at my new bedroom door. That is undoubtedly not Ghost.How do I know that?Because I just felt a man like Ghos