Chapter 6 6

CHAPTER 6

NATASHIA'S POV

I DIDN'T know where I was. When I opened my eyes I was in a black themed room. I looked at myself under the blanket.

"Shit, why am I naked?" I wondered to myself. I looked around and there was really no one else here.

I suddenly remembered what happened to Father Jacc and I on the yacht. I was about to touch my forehead but I couldn't move my hand.

"No! Why am I tied up?" I insisted to myself.

I'm struggling but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't break these handcuffs.

"It's annoying!" I groaned.

I kept looking around me. When I saw my clothes lying on the table, I immediately stood up. But when I tried to stand up, I couldn't move my legs either. They were also tied up.

"Fuck!" I shouted loudly. "Why are you tying me up, Jacc?!" I shouted again.

While I was still struggling, my femininity suddenly ached. I was just remembering what happened to us.

"The fuck!" I shouted, really annoyed.

A few moments later, the door opened. Father Jacc appeared. He was smiling as if it was a beautiful day.

"You're finally awake. You're sleeping for three hours. You are exhausted from our sex," he informed in a casual voice.

"Uncuff me!" I ordered him.

He stared at me as if he were reading my thoughts. It was only then that I noticed he was holding a glass of wine. He took a sip and then looked at me again.

"I'll remove it if you know how to obey me," he insisted.

What does he need? I'm here, right? I won't run anymore because I have nowhere else to run. This guy is just an idiot!

"Take this off. I'm not running. I'm not running away!" I shouted at him.

He came to the table with wine in the center and a wine glass. He poured himself some. When he finished, he came to me. He smiled mischievously.

"You will obey me," he said with emphasis.

I couldn't help but nod. "I will."

But I was surprised when he suddenly poured wine on me. I didn't react right away because I was so shocked.

"And then I'll just remove it and let you decide," he said seductively.

"What kind of priest are you?!" I snarled at him when I recovered.

He bit his lower lips. What he did was actually quite attractive.

"You guess, my little angel," he said softly. Since I was sitting at the foot of the bed, he pushed me up so I could lie down on the bed.

"Stop calling me little angel. It is so cringe," I shouted angrily.

He just laughed at me. "Why? That's what we used to call it."

I was stunned. Did we really have a past? That's really impossible. I'm sure he's just giving me a good time because he bought me. I wouldn't believe him. But I'll still continue with my plan to get out of here as soon as possible.

"That's what we used to call it," Father Jacc said again.

However, I'm curious. I wanted to know right away if he was telling me the truth. If there was really any truth to all of that. Why did he buy me? Why does he seem to know something?

"We didn't have any back then," I insisted.

He laughed at me again. He walked over to me. He finished the wine glass he was holding. But he didn't put the wine glass aside.

"I will make you remember everything, little angel. You will never regret it," he said gently.

He suddenly dropped the wine glass on my chest. He spun the wine glass around on my chest while he was still on top of me.

"Why do you do this?" I asked gently. I wanted to surrender.

"You will know that in due time," Father Jacc replied in a cold voice. He stopped playing with my chest. "You are my bride, little angel. You are my run away bride. You are my arranged marriage woman. And I love you."

My eyes widened when he told me that. H-He loved me? He already told me that I was his bride. All of this was hard to believe.

"You're just kidding me," I insisted.

He stared at me for a few seconds. His left hand rose into the air and quickly slapped me.

"Fuck you!" I shouted at him because my cheek hurt so much.

"I'm not kidding you, Natashia," he said emphatically.

Even mentioning my name seemed to have meaning.

"Then why? I don't know. What is my fault that I have to experience all this?!" I asked, completely overwhelmed.

But his gaze dropped to my chest. He was really avoiding my question. He wouldn't answer me no matter what I asked. He ran the wine glass over my chest again.

"You will promise me to surrender everything, Natashia. You lied to me," he said in a cold voice.

It was as if he felt something too much.

"You hurt me a lot," he said.

He left after touching my body, but I wasn't happy about what happened next because he took off his clothes. Only his rosary was left.