Chapter 5 ACCEPTING TO BE HIS SLAVE

ACCEPTING TO BE HIS SLAVE

ZOEY POV

He was the perfect depiction of what you would call a Greek God. With those hazel eyes, well built body, full pink lips and well carved eyebrows, coupled with his curly hair, he could easily be passed up as a walking Adonis but with a cute touch to him, all thanks to his curly mop of hair.

I almost found myself drooling and to make sure that I really wasn't, I raised my shaky hands to my mouth, relieved to find that there wasn't any dripping saliva there. I had been so lost and enthralled by him, by his terrifying and dominating aura, that I had almost forgotten about the situation my brother and I were in.

Snapping out of it, I spoke again,

"Let my brother go, please," I pleaded desperately while the handsome devil only stared expressionlessly at me. I wonder what's going on in his mind. At this moment, I couldn't help but wish I was a mind reader.

"You want me to let go of your brother who tried stealing my containments?" He said coldly with dark eyes.

"My brother doesn't steal! He's not a thief!" I defended, cycling my arms around James more tightly. I could feel both of our bodies getting sticky with his blood.

"Really?" he chuckled humourlessly. "Then how come he was found stealing them, uhn?" He asked sarcastically, tilting his head to stare at me while I looked unwaveringly into his eyes.

"My brother is innocent," I repeated.

"Prove it, then." He smirked darkly as he leaned towards me, his face so close to mine that I felt breathless and dumbfounded.

"I have no proof," I said lowly while he chuckled in mockery of me.

"You're really brainless, you know that? But, I will let him go alright," he paused with an evil glint in his eyes. "On one condition," he whispered mischievously with a sly smile.

"What is it?" I asked nervously, my body going hot as I wondered what his condition could be. I couldn't stop myself from picturing doing dirty things with him.

'Not now, Zoey!' I chastised myself.

"First of all. . ." he trailed off as he used his right palm to cup my face. Through the corner of my eyes, I could see James glaring hardly at him while his boys watched us.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Zoey," I replied, biting my bottom lip.

"Cute name for a cute girl like you," he tilted his head, studying me. "Well I promise to release your brother on one condition and that is for you to be my slave," he smirked while I gasped.

"S.... slave?!" I exclaimed, eyes opened widely.

"Yeah, slave," he repeated standing up and tucking his hands into his pockets.

". . . And mind you, if you don't accept, I'll still make you one, so choose wisely," he smirked again as he walked back to the chair, which was the only thing in the big room, before sitting on it.

"I'll give you 10 seconds to answer, even though you pretty much have only one option," he grinned while I stared confusedly at him.

"1... 2... 3. . ."

What does he think he's doing? Me? His slave?! What does he take me for?! I can never be someone's slave! It is either he kills me or...

"8... 9... 10-"

"Fine!" I yelled, shutting my eyes.

"No sister! No, let him kill me instead. You can't be his sl.... slave. He's d..... dangerous, you'll die!" James shuddered.

"James, I can't let..." Before I could finish my statement, the handsome devil snapped his finger and some boys came towards us and picked James up, whisking him away.

"Sister! Sister! No sister! Let go of me!" he yelled, struggling against the guys but they were too strong for his injured form; it was obvious they were bouncers.

I wiped my face as I stood up, more tears kept falling freely as I sobbed. I felt a hot breath fanning my neck, making me feel ticklish, but I stood still as I let the young devil circle his arms around my waist.

"I can't wait to have you under my sheets," he whispered seductively against my ear, sending cold shivers down my spine. He planted a wet kiss on my neck before receding with the guys behind him.

I stood numbly while I fiddled my fingers, tears falling from my eyes as I fell to the floor, weeping for my unfortunate fate.

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Few minutes later, a young, pretty blonde girl approached me, no doubt she'd be eighteen.

"Ma'am," she bowed.

"Young master requested I take you to your room," she added as she stared her brown eyes into mine. I said not a word as I stood up, dusted my butt and followed behind her.

It was obvious, I was already sick and tired.

Oh, gracious me, how could I have just easily overlooked it. This house wasn't just a house but a gigantic mansion! Each spot was sparkling with gold. Everything here was made of either gold or silver. He must be damn wealthy to own such an enormous fortune.

"This way, ma'am," the young girl says as she walked towards the left upstairs leading to a hallway with me still following behind her.

We got to a door made of silver and she opened it while we both walked in.

"This is your room ma'am," she said firmly while I nodded.

"My name is Silvia, you can call me through the telephone if you need anything," she added before turning to leave the room, leaving me all alone with my fears and thoughts. I inhaled lowly, feeling the terror of my situation slamming me in the guts.

I walked towards a corner and crouched down to the smooth and polished floor with my head pounding endlessly as it filled with the thoughts of my brother Janes. I pray he is safe and fine. 'Oh Mara, hope those guys didn't hurt you,' I worried as I wept, curling myself into a ball on the floor.

My stomach grumbled, I was hungry.

"Not now," I mumbled angrily as my eyes seemed to be closing until I dozed off, my head resting on my propped up knees.

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WRITER POV

"Hey, Mara. Wake up!" James shook her roughly as she mumbled some words sleepily.

He found her lying on the floor in their parking lot and had to carry and take her up to her room. Waiting for her to wake up, it's been hours and he has no other choice but to wake her up himself.

"Wake up, Mara," James shook her again, heaving a sigh when her eyes fluttered open.

"James?" She called out dazedly as she tried sitting up, clutching her head with her hands while groaning.

"What the fuck happened?! My head hurts badly," she whined.

"Mara, Zoey is in trouble," James said as he grunted painfully. Obviously, he was still in pain from the beating he got from the bouncers.

"What do you mean Zoey is in-" she was cut short when she took in James injured form.

"Oh my God! What the fuck happened to you, James?!" She screamed, horrified at the sight of his blood stained cloth.

"Long story Mara, but we've got a much bigger problem right now," James tells her, walking over to the dressing mirror to grab a wiper to clean his blood stained face.

"What about your sister Zoey? the last thing I could remember was some guys came-"

"You don't have to explain. I'm well aware of what happened." James cut her short.

"I knew the guys who took her and we've got to save her but. . ." he trailed off shaking his head with an aggrieved look on his face.

"It is way. . . impossible," he sighed sadly as he walked towards the bed and sat close to Mara who rested her head on the headboard and stared confusedly at him.

"And why is that?" She arched an eyebrow.

"She has been taken by the most brutal mafia Don ever. I'm sure you must have heard of Asher Stefano Dawnson ," he asked with his voice hard and full of contempt.

"Huh?! Asher Stefano Dawnson?! The ruthless Mafia lord?!" She exclaimed, quivering with wide eyes.

"Yes. Him."

"How the hell did she get involved with him?! Oh my God, my best friend," she says as her eyes welled up in tears.

"We are apparently helpless right now. Reporting to the police won't help matters at all but worsen it instead," James said bitterly.

"There has to be a way to help her," Mara mumbled lowly as she exhaled quickly.

"I wish," James added, swallowing bitterly. Obviously, he had heard her as they both bent their heads lowly, lost in their thoughts.