Chapter 3 Choose Wisely, Popcorn

DIANA'S POV

Look at me expecting to meet a devil with horns, and now here come my expectations coming true. He's someone I have offended before, hoping never to meet him again, but now I am thrown into his unwelcoming arms as nothing but his property.

I can't take this. I just have to comply with him for now to save my life, then find a way to escape from him. Even if I wanted to die, it wouldn't be in such a cruel way as being devoured by a lion.

Six months ago, I was waiting for the driver my father sent to pick me up. My father has different drivers, so I stupidly thought the Lamborghini that pulled up in front of me was the one sent to pick me up. I mean, my father also has one like that.

I was going to quietly enter the car, but he sent me a disdainful glance and asked me to get lost. Maybe he was in a bad mood and it happened that I wasn't happy as well for having been stranded at the airport for a long time.

I yelled at him for even having the guts to talk to me anyhow when he was just a common driver. I only realized my mistake when a familiar face came around to call my attention, telling me that he was the one sent to pick me up.

Before I could apologize, he had already entered his car and drove off. I hoped I wouldn't get to meet him again and moved on, never for once remembering the ordeal again, but here I am in his net.

I stared at my nude body in the mirror and wished the ground would split and swallow me up. How did I end up here? He won't ever show me mercy and he bought me just to punish me.

He watched me go down on my knees as tears soaked my face. I ran my fingers around my breasts and bit on my lower lip nervously. I feel so ashamed to have a man watch me touch myself.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I just knew I had no choice but to do it or else I would die. I remembered scenes from a lesbian movie that I had caught Gina watching before. I don't know why she loves such things, but she sometimes makes me watch with her, just that she never influenced me to practice with her.

I rubbed my pussy and I was surprised to find out that I was already getting wet. I inserted a finger into my pussy and did a few slow thrusts. I clamped my lips to stop a moan from escaping my mouth. It feels strangely good to be sinful.

"Let out that moan, Diana. You've to show me that you enjoy touching yourself. You don't have to hide anything from me or withhold the pleasure, I surely understand and your life depends on how well you can play with your pussy," he said, his eyes roaming all over my body.

I spread my legs wider and pushed two fingers into my pussy this time, trying harder to thrust deeper and please him. I have to satisfy his voracious eyes, that's all there is to this.

His gaze became more intense and I closed my eyes to shut off the smirk on his face and focus on the act of the moment. I fingered myself until I was soaking wet and ready to come.

"Open your eyes and watch yourself soak your fingers with extreme pleasure, Diana. You were so quick to learn and now you are enjoying it, aren't you?" He was standing closer behind me now as I opened my eyes, his golden eyes peering into mine in the mirror.

How can the devil be so handsome, like a rich dude with, a hot body, and freaking sexily seductive in a devilish way!

"Oh, shit!" I groaned as I wetted my fingers with my unrighteous act.

My ass hit the cold tiled floor as I looked down at my hand. I can't believe I did this. I have never allowed anyone to touch me. I was going to give myself to someone worth it, but what am I doing now? Now I wish a man would do it because I am not satisfied. There's a big difference between touching yourself and being taken by a man, right?

"You weren't that bad but I need you to do more next time. You get a fair pass tonight," he squatted beside me and ran his fingers through my dark, soft hair. He brought his face closer and sniffed.

"Why did you buy me?" I asked him even though I already knew what the answer would be.

"You are not allowed to ask useless questions, Diana. Just work on pleasing me so that you won't get on my bad side and don't even think about escaping because you won't get far before I catch you and I will make your life a living hell that you would wish you were devoured by the lion." He threatened and stood to his full height again.

"If it's about that day, I am truly sorry. I didn't know and I meant to apologize,'' I was already alone as I spoke because he left without listening to me again.

I put my face in my palms and wept for the old Diana Campbell who had thought her family was made for life and nothing would ever bring her close to suffering. I sobbed silently, wishing I could go back to being a child again.

With the way those ladies washed me, one would think he would be the one to touch me, but he only watched while I touched myself. Why am I not glad that he didn't push me against the wall and claimed me? Maybe one of his plans is to make me go crazy with want, craving for sex, and getting starved as a punishment.

I am branded as an object, a commodity traded for survival, and the weight of that knowledge crushes my spirit, and yet here I am wishing the man that bought me for the pleasure of watching me suffer, the devil's incarnate, would make passionate love to me.

I dragged myself up to the bed and tried to call Gina again, but I still couldn't reach her, so I sadly switched off my phone knowing fully well that nobody would call me, nobody cares. They all betrayed me! I don't deserve any of this, but the world has never worked in my favor.

I dozed off to sleep thinking about a possible means to get away from the estate. He said I wouldn't get far before he caught me, and I have no doubt since he's so powerful, but I still have to take my chances. I remain Diana Campbell no matter what!

I woke up the next morning to see a woman glaring down at me. I jumped down from the bed, grabbing the bedsheets alone to cover my half naked body.

"Who are you? Are you one of the maids or another signed personal assistant?" I asked her when she didn't flinch.

She straightened up to her full height, then walked around the bed to stand right before me, then I noticed that her high heels helped enhance her height because I could be an inch taller than her.

"Do I look like a maid to you? It's not just that you entered the wrong house, but also that you are very annoying?" She frowned at me.

I looked her up and down, she is too classy to be tagged in the servant category, but then I don't know who she is and how she entered my room when I literally locked it last night. Or didn't I?

"Well, I..."

"Just shut up and listen! I don't care to know what you think of me because I don't give a fuck about who you are either! Don't excite yourself because Scott purchased you, you are of no importance to him. You're just going to be his slave, and he will trash you when he's done with you!" She scoffed and turned to the door.

Jessica opened the door on her face, she pushed her aside and walked away.

Jessica shook her eyes with an eye roll and walked up to me, wearing a smile. It should be a pleasant smile to brighten up my day, but I couldn't tell if she was a friend or foe, so I frowned at her.

"What is this about? Who was that woman?" I asked, frustration clouding my face.

"Don't mind her. That's Delaney Keys, she's Mr. Rodriguez's ex-girlfriend." She shrugged and patted my chin fondly.

Why is she trying hard to make me feel like she cares while I could sense she doesn't? And how come nobody told me that the other woman existed.

"Why didn't anyone mention her to me? She's someone I do not want to have any business with. She sounds like a trouble maker." I sighed tiredly.

"Don't worry, she's going to Mexico and won't be coming back anytime soon. She was prohibited from coming here, but she keeps coming back anyway," Her response made me relax a bit.

"Better," I yawned.

"You have three tasks today, and your performance will go a long way to smoothen your relationship with Mr. Rodriguez. So I was going to wake you up,"

There she goes again!

"Tasks? What do you mean by tasks? I thought he said I am not allowed to leave my room, now what do you mean by that?" I threw the question at her as if it was her idea that my parents sold me out.

"He changed his mind, besides, that was before he met you for the first time. The first task of the day is to clean up the underground library and dust all the books on the shelves. He said you need physical exercise to be stronger," she specified calmly.

"How am I supposed to do that? I have never cleaned before! He has thousands of servants, why choose me to do it?" I cried as I stood up from the bed.

"He said you have a choice here. You either obey him or walk into the lion's den." She offered.

"Is that what you call being given a choice? How did my life get so messed up?"

"In the absence of questions, I would advise you to get ready. You have two minutes left and I will be waiting for you at the front door to show you around to the library. See you later, popcorn." with that, she left me gaping after her.

Surviving the punishment of the devil or jumping into his hell to be burnt to ashes, did Jessica call that having a choice?

As I sadly got ready to leave, she came back again and walked up straight to where I left my phone. She doesn't even knock and I hate the sight of her pretending to be all nice!

"I almost forgot, you aren't allowed to use your old phone anymore, so I am ceasing your phone." She took my phone and waved it across my face.

"What the fuck!" I screamed as she turned and left the room again.

How am I supposed to survive without my phone, too?