Chapter 5

Rodrigo

She's sitting at the far edge of the backseat, doing everything to avoid me, but not for long cause I would make her crave my every being. I smirk as I think of all the things I would do to her, am gonna turn her into my fucking whore and make her crave me every single second and for me alone.

"Micaela, you understood why you were sold to me right". My voice dripping with coldness as I stared at her through the rear mirror, her hard nipples pointing out through her gown and her full sexy lips as she bit them nervously.

The thought of biting and sucking them making blood to course through my veins.

" Yes master-". I looked at her bowed down head. " Look at me doll, what are you to me".

" A sex slave master-." "Good Micaela and you belong to only me if I get you with another man I would kill him and punish you for it, am I clear-". " Yes master".

I would not only teach her to crave me, I would teach her to respect and fear me.

If she does otherwise, I would kill her and get a new pet. But not after exploring her body, the sight of her still making me hard.

I look out the window, the streetlights filling the night as darkness descended. More people came out, active like wolves searching for preys. Night time is best for a game of hide and seek, the type that involves sliting the throat of your captor, the thrilling feeling it gives is fucking great

I glance at the time on my wristwatch, frowning how long has it been. I take a drag of my cigarette as I scoffed at the billboard on the road. "Love Is Family, Family Is Love". He said each word, nodding his head as large smirk formed in his face. "So ironic". I mutter as I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.

Family is truly love. I laughed out loud, startling my poor pet behind me, her face turning pale in fear as she gripped on her gown tighter. I furrow my brows in annoyance today has gotten more annoying than I bargained for.

Family is just and excuse to dominate the world and get more power. And power is like a drug that one needs to stay alive, a day without it and your dead.

I smile again. It seems like someone is getting to that pathway of death, and I would gladly take him there. I pick up my gun and kissed it.

It's thrilling as it seems and I need power to be able to carry out my plans. I grit my teeth in anger as the memory hits me, a banging headache hitting my head as I try to control the raging storm within me. Whom should I kill today, I think as I keep on twrilling the gun in my fingers. I need to control this raging storm within me it only takes a little push from someone that would bring their instant death. I grin widely at the thought. I couldn't feel her eyes on me anymore, it seems her thoughts are elsewhere. I wonder if she's thinking about me. The only thing that should be on her mind is me, and only me.