Chapter 2 The Devil's Courtyard

SCOTT'S POV

"You?!" She stammered, her blue eyes widely opened in shock.

"Yes, it's me..." I emphasized the sentence as I leaned on the door.

I expected the look on her face. Now she would be damned because of what she had done to me in the past. Just a one-time encounter that made me wait for this moment.

"We meet again, Diana Campbell," I smirked as I stared daringly into her blue eyes.

"No... This can't be..." Her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Yes, that horror in her eyes is what I have been waiting to see.

I walked into the room and quietly closed the door behind me. I didn't stop moving toward her and she backed away in an attempt to escape from me. She can't get away from me and there's nobody who would save her from my wrath.

People said I am the heartless one, huh? Because I am a man who has walls built around my humanity and never allows anyone to break in. I am Scott Rodriguez.

After an encounter with the young girl who mistook me for her driver six months ago, I have been watching her, waiting patiently for a time to pay her back. So when I heard that her parents put her for sale, I couldn't miss the opportunity.

Though there were people who had almost bought her first, I splashed a lot of money on her parents and gave them a good deal for them to compromise.

She had no idea what she was going into. Isn't this what we call not knowing what tomorrow will bring? The beautiful daughter of a rich parents didn't expect her parents would betray her for money. That is how people are but they always make me feel like the bad guy. Now she's at the mercy of her enemy.

"Stop!" I ordered her as she kept moving backward. She shook her head in disbelief and refused to comply. "I bought you, Diana. I could choose your fate from now on. I can make you whatever I deem fit. Maybe my slave, don't you think that is what you are qualified for?"

"No, just let me go! I will talk to my parents and your money will be paid back to you! I can entertain anyone else having me, but not you!" She squirmed, doing nothing to suppress her disgust.

"Do you think I wanted to have you around me and my house? You don't fucking have any idea how much I hate the fact that this is the only way I can get back at you. You wouldn't want to offend me because you are my property now and I can choose to kill you and no one would question me." I sent her a warning look.

"Don't come near me!" She jumped into the bed, picked up a pillow and lunged it to my face.

I caught it and threw it aside. She repeated her actions but that made her look more pathetic and that was too bad for her because I don't get affected by her in any way, maybe I am a monster with no soul like people said.

All these weak humans are always seeking pity.

"If you don't want me to throw you into my lion's den, then stop getting on my nerves and strip yourself!" I yelled at her.

"Wh... what?" She fretted, freaked out by my voice. She had thought I came here to have a chit-chat with her, that's where she was wrong.

"Strip, Diana! I hate repeating myself and you better not think I make empty threats, I haven't fed my lion for a while now. It would be glad to pounce on you," I flashed her a wicked grin.

"I would rather be eaten by your lion than bare myself to you!" She yelped.

"Good. There you get what you want." I walked to a small side table at the foot of her bed and pressed the button on the telephone placed on it.

She watched me with fear in her eyes, but she was determined to show me that she would prefer to die than show me her body.

Seconds later, two guards walked into the room and took her away. She let them take her away and didn't fight or argue until she saw that the lion's den was real.

Standing face to face with the hungry lion locked behind bars, she showed her weakness by breaking into tears. She was all tough, claiming that she would rather be eaten by a lion, now she's crying?

"Throw her in there and lock it up!" My voice thundered.

"No, please! I will do whatever you want! Don't let them throw me in there, I swear I will obey and please you from now on!" She trembled.

"You don't play with me! If you think I would go back on my words, then you must think I am stupid because I am not sparing you for anything. I would make your death wish come true!" I scowled at her.

"Please, I am sorry. I was stupid, I was just out of my mind, and I... I beg of you to spare me and I will do whatever you want. I'm truly very sorry for taking you for granted." She begged as one of the guards went about opening the den.

"Take her back to her room." I finally stopped them. "The next time you mess with me, get ready to be eaten by a lion," I warned her as they took her back.

Once inside her room and the guards left, I entered and locked the door. At least now she understands who she's dealing with and wouldn't want to offend me for anything.

"Don't frown while you are undressing, Diana. I am not forcing you to do this, you know. You have a choice here, darling. Don't expect mercies like this again next time, and don't think it's because you begged me because I hate that word 'please'. It makes one weak, pitiful and vulnerable," I smirked as she pushed down her gown.

I watched her keenly as she stripped and fought back her tears so as not to displease me.

"Look at yourself in the mirror and touch yourself. Watch yourself get sinful, and make sure to not stop until you cum." I commanded when she finally stood naked before me.

A mischievous smiled spread across my face.

Her pink nipples stood firmly glaring back at me as if they weren't as disgusted by me as Diana herself. She's a fine little thing with her slim, firm body. As I watched her obey my orders, I felt my dick harden against the fabric of my clothes, and I only wanted to make her press her body into mine.

I pushed my hands into my pockets and stepped back to watch her. I can't give her the credit of knowing that I want her. I can't possibly want her. I just want to make her yearn to be touched and sex-starve her until she begs for me to do it.

I want her stubbornness gone and have her go down on her knees and beg me before I touch her in the way that a lover would touch her woman.

She's not my woman, she's my property and so must have only two choices. Obey me or die.

"What are you still waiting for?" I grumbled when she only stared at her body in the mirror and didn't make any move to touch herself.

"I haven't done anything like this before. I have never been touched by anyone or myself." She murmured as she covered her face in shame.

"Then you need to start practicing until you become perfect in such things. Get down on your knees, start by caressing your breasts, then proceed to fingering yourself." I doubted she was telling the truth.

Does she mean that one of her high school boys hasn't had her at the back of their cars? This spoiled little brat thinks she can deceive me. She has it all wrong. She could also learn from an expert.