Chapter 5

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 expects from me. I know I'm his slave, but I can't even remember if I am a virgin.

Holy fuck.

What if I am?

My first time going to be with him, and something tells me this man doesn't do soft and slow, no he looks like the type to do it hard and fast, and that makes me fidget in my seat.

Sighing softly, I finally give in and turn my head towards the man, the ghost. He still hasn't taken his eyes off me, and it's kind of creepy.

“Why do you keep staring?” I asked him without thinking, my mouth just speaking my thoughts out before I could even close it back up

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“You keep fucking moving around” He snarls, his lip turning up as his eyes flashed dark.

Okay and? I'm fucking uncomfortable.

I'm freaking scared, why wouldn't I move around, my body itching for me to get up and run, but there isn't anywhere to run to.

“What's your name?” I asked, trying to at least find some middle ground with this man, I'm slowly coming to terms with my situation and I know I won't be able to get away from him any time soon.

“Ghost” He grunts, and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes, something tells me he wouldn't like that, but he could have given me a little more than that.

“I already know that. I remember that man on the speaker saying I was sold to the Ghost” I snarl getting pissed off, is this how we are going to go, him being so rude?

Probably so.

“Then why did you fucking ask?”

Does he need to curse so much, it seems like every sentence he says has the word fucking evolved?

“I was asking for your real name. I highly doubt some women named their child Ghost” I shrug and turn my head towards the window, cutting off communication with him.

Does he have to be such a damn asshole? I didn't ask to be with him, I didn't ask him to spend 10 million dollars on me.

“No. My mother didn't name me Ghost, but why would I tell some bitch my name when I may kill her soon?” He snarls when he sees me, turning my head away from him.

This asshole!

If he wanted to kill me, I'm pretty fucking sure he would have done that, unless his waiting to get me to his home to safely depose my body.

Oh god, now I'm just scaring myself.

Take deep, slow breaths in Aria.

“Stop calling me a bitch” I tell him, he doesn't need to fucking do that, I'm sitting here, trying to be on my best fucking behavior, so I don't get killed, and the bastard still wants to disrespect me.

“You're mine. I can call you what the fucking hell I want” He reaches a handover, digging his fingers into my thighs, making me narrow my eyes on him as he squeezes hard.

“You better fucking remember that, bitch. I'm not a man you want to piss off. I'll kill you without a second thought. Don't push me” He snarls before taking his hand away from my thigh and slowly dragging it up my side into my hair before he balls his fist and pulls my head down sideways. “I have a bed in the back, IF I wanted to fuck you right now, I would. You wouldn't stop me. You can't fucking stop me” He lets go of my hair and shoves my head to the other side hard, making half my body fall into the seat next to me.

I keep quiet after that, not wanting to anger him any more than I have, once he sees that I don't intend to say anything else to him, he gets up out of his seat and goes sitting next to Roman.

Asshole

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Who does he think he is?

I close my eyes tightly, trying to wish myself out of this situation, but this isn't The Wizard of Oz, I don't have any magic shoes that are going to magically take my ass out of this.

I must have fallen asleep because I'm being woken up by a woman's voice and for a second, I start to think maybe all this has just been a dream well a fucking nightmare I quickly open my eyes, relief filling my body, but my eyes come in contact with a woman who's wearing a uniform, and she is pushing a trolley thing with three plates of food.

Taking a second to let my disappointment flow through my body, I can't believe I thought this was a dream.

I want out of this situation so badly, I ended up tricking myself.

“Would you like some food?” The lady asked me, does she think I'm on this plane by myself?

I'm in this hell voluntarily?

No.

Absolutely not.

“I'm not hungry” I murmur, how can she even think that I can eat at a time like this?

My stomach starts growling inside, giving away that I am hungry, but I don't think my stomach can handle it.

Wait.

Maybe she can help me, though?

I quickly reach out to grab her hand, looking around making sure the Ghost or Roman isn't watching before turning back to the lady.

“Can you help me? I'm not here because I want to be. He kidnapped me and I just want to go home. Please help me” I beg of her in a low tone, hoping I won't get caught.

My eyes keep darting back and forth between her and the ghost making sure he isn't paying us any attention as I try to get her to help me, I don't know what she could do but maybe when we land she can get help for me, let someone know I'm being held against my will.

“I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm just here to bring you the food. Did you have too much to drink?” She asks in a kind voice as she pulls the table thing in front of me, and places the tray of food in front of it.

No. No, I'm not fucking drunk I want to scream at her, I was probably drugged, but I haven't had shit to drink!

Is this woman stupid, or does she just not care?

Maybe he has done this many times and his employees know to keep their mouths shut and pretend they see nothing.

“I'm not fucking drunk! I want to go home.” I cry out digging my nails into her hand, begging her with my eyes to try to help me, but she just smiles as she opens up a bottle of water before placing that down next to the tray.

What the fuck.

“I said I wasn't hungry! Keep the fucking food, I want out of here!” I wail trying to pick up the tray, wanting to throw the food at her, and maybe I could knock the Ghost out with it, but fuck, then I'd have Roman to deal with.

“Aria!” I hear the Ghost snapping at me, making me almost jump out of my seat.

Oh, fuck.

I fucked up.

The lady walks down the aisle, heading towards Roman who has woken up from my yelling, the Ghost waits for her to walk by him before stepping into the isle and coming straight for me, he rushes next to me and cups my face with his hands digging those damn fingers into my cheeks and squeezes them hard together making my lips look like a fish.

“You are not going to scream your fucking head off, at my employees. She isn't going to help you! You pathetic bitch. Now shut the fuck up and eat before I shove every bite inside your mouth and make you choke to death!” He hollers at me, face turning red, and I can see the veins in his neck starting to poke out.

Ugh, I scream inside my head as I watch him walk away from me, I stick my tongue out towards him, doing a little happy dance inside my head, I don't understand why but doing that made me feel extremely satisfied.

I look down at the tray of food and see it's some kind of noodle dish, I contemplate eating or not eating.

As soon as this plane lands, I need to come up with an escape plan.