Chapter 5 Giving Consent

I dared look at him and found him staring keenly and attentively, staring at my poor state. Once again, I begged him.

"Leave me, please." Tears were cascading down my face as I pleaded to him in a teary voice.

But he turned a deaf ear to my pleadings and grasped my hair in his fist, bringing my face closer to his.

"Sir, leave me. You are hurting me." I screamed in a painful voice, biting my lower lip between my teeth to endure the pain arising out of his harsh grip on my hair.

"Yesterday, I was very good with you, but you know what, you did wrong with yourself by provoking a beast inside of me. Now you will see another side of me." He hissed in a deep, growling voice, bringing his lips closer to my ear as he whispered in my ear. Sensing his dangerous aura, a shiver ran down my spine as his lips caressed the tip of my ear. He was dangerously close to me.

I was still clueless about his intentions and what he was going to do next with me. Very soon, they reached an unknown place, stopping the car with a jerk. Damien pulled me out of the car, dragging me along with himself as he stopped in a place and mercilessly threw me down on the floor. I scanned the area, and it seemed to be some old abandoned warehouse he brought me to. Once again, fear engulfed me as I looked at him, begging him.

"Please, leave me," I screamed, sensing the danger I was going to face now. I was less bothered by the pain I was feeling because of his harshly throwing me on the floor, and more alert about how to save myself from that savage man.

Damien pulled a chair and sat closer to me, in front of me, at my feet. He was enjoying my miserable state, with a mischievous grin visible on his face.

"Hey, look, I have a deal for you." I startled and raised my face and my big doe eyes, which were all teary because of crying. I stared at his devilish face, which wasn't giving me any good vibes, making me more alarmed.

"Deal....? What kind of deal?" I snapped my eyes at him, looking into his deep black eyes.

"First, I want to say today you are looking very pretty," he commented, gazing at my figure from head to toe, making me curl back and hug my legs tightly around myself.

With his intense gaze, he was eye fucking me. From his evil stare, I felt disgusted. His domineering presence was scaring the shit out of me. To avoid looking into his evil eyes, I kept my eyes rooted on the floor near his shoes.

"Let's get back to business now, huh?" He moved closer, leaning over me.

"I want to make you my bed partner, but only for a few days." He revealed his intention, whispering near my ear.

"What...!" His words felt like an electric jolt running through my body. I was shocked and taken aback by his words. I raised my head and looked into his black orbs, where I could see glimmers of lust for me.

"And the deal is that, like a good child, you will marry me or else I will fire your father from his job." He gave me a mischievous smile, forwarding his hand and tapping my cheek.

"No, you can't do this, NO," I screamed on top of my lungs. I was left baffled by his revelation and the sinister intention he was keeping for me.

"I will do this, and I will make sure that he doesn't get the job anywhere else." He smiled, sensing my helpless state.

In fear, I grabbed him by his legs. I started begging him for his mercy.

"Please, let me go, please. You can take and choose any girl you want, but let me go, please." This time he lost his cool as he turned furious over me. Grasping my hair in his fist, he slapped me hard on my cheek. For a moment, I didn't understand what had just happened to me. My mind became numb, but as soon as I felt pain in my hair, I started crying. Tears were welling in my eyes.

"Yesterday, how dare you reject me, huh? You are very interested in acting, right? Now let me tell you how one can act." He growled in a sharp voice, putting his heavy boots over my foot. He put his foot on my foot, which I pretended yesterday to get cracked. Pressing hard on my foot, he made me scream in pain.

"Now, it's fine, bloody bitch." He took his foot away after pressing it for a good amount of time. My foot was aching badly from the way he treated it. Because of the pain, tears were flowing more incessantly from my eyes.

He took out a bundle of notes from his pocket, throwing it in my face.

"Take this money, and I'm giving you only twenty-four hours. Go to your home and think about it. And don't you dare to speak about it to anyone, or else you will be responsible for the consequences. GOT IT! I don't want to keep you in an illegitimate relationship, but if you don't agree, then I will be forced to do so." He roared, making himself loud and clear. Then, dropping a last furious look at me, he strode out.

As soon as he left, I stood up with welling eyes and, without touching the money scattered on the floor, I walked out of that abandoned place.

I was having difficulty walking as I kept walking staggeringly till I reached home. I noticed my father had also come back from his office, and that's when he noticed my way of walking and asked.

"Daughter, what happened to your foot?" he asked in a voice full of concern.

"Nothing happened, Papa," I said quickly and went to my room. I locked the door behind me and started crying my heart out. I was feeling so miserable and so helpless that I couldn't even share my issue with anyone. His threat of refraining from disclosing it to anyone was knocking again and again in my mind.

I was feeling bad because never in my life I hide anything from my father, and this is the first time I have done this. So many thoughts were running through my mind. His warning, his threatening, and his sinister intentions were flashing again and again in front of my eyes.

But I can't be negligent, I have to make a decision. Finally, after thinking, considering everything, and realizing my position and the struggles my father he made so far, it led me to make a decision. On that very day, I decided that between my dignity, my self-respect, and the respect for my father, I would give importance to my father.

The next morning, I received a call from Damien. Before he could ask me, I informed him about my consent to marry him. Listening to my answer, I heard his chuckle and mischievous smile in my ears. Before I could hang up the call, I heard him passing a cheeky comment.

"That's my girl, see you soon." Damien felt satisfied with his plan being successful. His evil mind was reciprocating thoughts about how he is going to have fun with Erika.

And like that, unwillingly, she signed a marriage contract in the office of Damien, making herself officially the wife of Damien Blake. Unaware of the fact what destiny has stored for her, as she is too little and too innocent for his intentions and his plans.