Chapter 6

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 plane, he must be someone of importance or just has an insane amount of wealth, and being that he was at a sex slave auction makes me think he makes that money doing bad things. I need to ask him all about these details, but I'm way too scared of his reactions.

I already pissed him off enough for the day and I want to avoid hearing the same threat of him killing again for a while.

I'm sitting here trying to force my brain to remember my life.

What's my last name?

Ghost mentioned my dad owed the sex sales agent money, but he did not mention my mom.

Did my mom go along with my dad on this?

Do I have siblings, and if so, did my dad do the same to them?

Did I have a happy childhood?

It sucks not to know anything about yourself. It makes me feel alone and unsure of myself.

Is someone going to miss me while I'm gone?

Do I even have anyone in my life like a boyfriend?

If I did, will he search for me?

I don't know the answers to any of this, and it's killing me inside, I'm trying to be strong, but all I want to do is sit right here for hours, which I have already been, and just cry my little heart out.

Leaning towards the middle of my seat, I look at the back of Ghost's head and stare at him for a few moments; he doesn't seem like the type that would appreciate a woman crying for long, he would come over, and slap me again or this time he may threaten to push me out the plane.

Yeah, I would not want that.

My eyes snapped up as I watched him turn around in his chair until our eyes match, a hard snarl forming on his lips causes me to jerk my head back and the seat in front of me blocked me from his view, but that doesn't last long, my eyes about pop out of my head when I see him standing up telling Roman something that I'm unable to hear before he heads my way and my body and mind are both at war with each other. One advised me to run, and the other told me don't unless I wanted to be chased like a deer by a lion.

Seeing Ghost draw closer to me, I jump into the next seat and almost smashed my head against the window in the rush, thinking he was going to sit across the aisle from me again and hoping that the chair between us would keep me a little safe if nothing else, but no, that's not what he does. My nose gets a whiff of sandalwood and tobacco when I sensed him sitting down right next to me, his arm brushing mine, making me to lean my body as close to the side of the plane as I could get it.

“Do you need something, Pet?” He whispers out, bringing his hand to my thigh, squeezing the little fat, producing pain to shoot up my leg. I try to jerk it away, but when I do, his fingertips dig into my skin, stopping my movement.

“Let me go,” I growl, raising my eyes to his chest and meeting his head on. I don't want him to be touching me.

“No.” He grunts out before leaning back against his seat, closing his eyes, but still keeping that hand on me.

I sit there, feeling my body growing hot with furry as I want to reach down and smack his hand off me, which is precisely what I do.

“I said, get your hand off me.” I snarled out and smacked my palm down on his, hoping he would move it now.

“No.” He says, his voice becoming harder than it was, and his fingers tighten even more around my thigh.

Fuck, he can't squeeze anymore.

“No?” I demanded, shocked that he was only giving me no answer instead of threatening to kill me again.

“No.” He growls out before sighing in annoyance, and opens his eyes slowly, turning his head to the side to look at my face. “I asked if you needed something, bitch.”

First, he called me Pet, and now he is hailing me bitch.

I kind of rather have the pet name right now instead of this bastard calling me a bitch.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I spoke harshly. “No, I did not, ASSHOLE,” I shouted out the last word, not even meaning to. I'm feeling so many things right now, and not one of them is good.

Scared.

Terrified.

Those are the main ones, and it has caused me to say things I should not be saying to a man like Ghost and I knew it because as soon that word escaped my lips, his other hand raises towards my head, pushing my head hard into the window and brings his mouth close to my left ear.

“You were looking at me, so I assumed you needed me for something, cunt. I thought maybe you were scared to be flying, so I came and sat by you to make you feel better, but if you want to be a bitch and call me an asshole I will gladly fucking show you how much of an asshole I can be.” He snarls before I feel his warm lips nibbling around the top of my ear. I try pulling my head away, but his hand on my head balls his fingers into my hair not letting me go.

“Get your mouth off me!” I screeched out trying to push myself up from the seat to get away from him, but he turns his body towards me, his legs blocking my path if I could even get up.

“Soon, baby girl, you are going to fucking beg to be touched by my mouth.” He growls before biting his teeth down into the thin ear on my skin hard enough to make me cry out from the sharp pain, knowing he is leaving his teeth marks.

“I will never fucking beg you!” I tell him sharply, closing my eyes tightly, trying to block out the anxiety and frustration I have built inside.

“Then I will have to fucking show you.” He whispered, as he let go of my ear.

Why did that just sound like a threat?