Chapter 4 CATALINA

Catalina

I froze. I immediately regretted coming here. I should have just stayed in my room. Clearly I wasn't ready for slave duties.

"You should see the look on your face." Miguel laughed at me.

"Huh?"

"You look horrified."

Who wouldn't be? I was just told to strip.

"I'm tired Catalina. Go to your room and stop whining about how vile and evil I am."

I turned immediately and hurried out of the room. I didn't want to be here if he changed his mind. Once I was in my room, I locked my door and laid on my bed. Miguel might have been joking tonight, but the truth was that I was now his and he had the right to do all sorts of things to my body.

I woke up early to start preparations for breakfast. I was going to go all in and make a full English breakfast for Miguel. I needed to make a good first impression, maybe he might take it easy on me.

10am and Miguel hadn't come down for breakfast. I was very hungry and got tired of waiting. I went to Gabriella and asked her if he usually ate breakfast this late. She was going through some papers but I didn't bother to know the contents. It was none of my business anyway.

"Miguel doesn't eat breakfast." Gabriella answered and continued what she was doing.

"What? Then why is he making me prepare breakfast everyday if he is not going to eat it?" I was frustrated and boiling with anger.

"I don't know. You just have to keep making them." Gabriella replied and walked away.

Everyone in this house is bonkers!!

What crazy person will request for breakfast if he doesn't eat it.

It was so frustrating, he was just out to make me suffer, I was sure of it. Onwards, I'll only make breakfast for myself, I decided.

Miguel came back late at night. I wanted to ask him about the breakfast saga but on a second thought I remained in my room. I was almost asleep when I heard a knock on my door.

"Who is that?"

"Miguel."

I opened the door and he pushed in abruptly, making me stagger backwards. I studied him closely, he seemed to have had a few glasses of alcohol.

"Are you okay?"

"Dance."

"Just like that?" As soon as the words left my lips, his hands clamped around my neck, cutting off my air. His grip tightened each second. I struggled to speak, to beg for mercy, but my voice was muffled by his crushing hold.

"Will you dance?"

I nodded slowly and he released his grip on my neck. Then he walked towards my bed and sat, watching me expectantly.

"I can't dance without music." I coughed out.

"Do it."

Reluctantly, I started dancing. It was weird without the music but I just did whatever came to mind. Twirling and turning sensuously to the made up beat in my head. I closed my eyes because I didn't want to look at him, the look on his face as he choked me earlier was still in my head. Miguel was a dangerous and scary man and I needed to get away from him.

I danced and danced, I wasn't sure for how long but my body was now tired. I finally opened my eyes and was shocked to see Miguel now standing so close to me. I stopped dancing.

"I'm tired." I announced.

Miguel didn't say anything, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, then he took my lips.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The kiss was so hard, I tried to resist him at first but my efforts were futile. I let out a sigh as I gave up trying and willingly sank into him. I felt my body become hotter, I heard myself moan. He kissed me hungrily, like there was something he needed and he could only get from kissing me and I didn't want him to stop.

As if he heard my thoughts, he pulled me away from him and held on at arms length. I could see that his eyes had darkened and his breathing was ragged.

Suddenly, I was roughly shoved against the wall, the impact of it made me cough. Instantly, his hands began to make swift movements against my body. They went underneath my nightgown, slowly moving upwards. I wasn't wearing any bra so it was easy for him to cup my breasts. His hands made slow circular movements on my nipples, I felt energy surge through me, my whole body became alive. Without warning, he pinched my nipples so hard I let out a soft moan before I realized myself. I guess he thought I liked it that way because he continued pinching and pressing my nipples so hard. I enjoyed the sweet pain at first but it became unbearable that I had to forcefully push him away from me.

"You're hurting me!"

"You like it!"

"I don't."

"You'll learn to."

"Admit it Catalina, you liked it. You hate the person but you like what the person does to your body. Don't be a hypocrite Catalina."

His eyes were so dark with pleasure now that I became scared. Miguel was definitely a maniac, it all became clear to me now. No wonder he needed a slave. To experiment all the crazy fantasies in his head and I wouldn't have any choice but to go along with it.

This man was dangerous, physically, mentally and sexually. I was scared. Scared of him but I was also scared of myself. What if he is right? What if he gets through to me? What if I realize I am more like him? What if he changes me? What if I actually begin to like it like he said? The way he touches me was exciting and I was scared that I might actually like the thought of being his slave. I need to go away. I need to escape.