Claiming Her

Rodrigo

Italy

The sound of gunshot rang out as she halted. " Mother Agatha, please speak up", the sound of whimpering coming from the other end of the line. Fear swallowed her whole being as she heard the gunshot through the phone.

" God please, driver could you please drive faster than this-". " Am really sorry mam but this is the fastest I can't exceed this". The driver apologized soberly looking at her coloured drained face wondering what had spooked her.

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I stare at the nun, a bored expression on my face, as she begged for her daughter's life. My patience wearing thin as her beg for plea was beginning to infuriate me, all I want to do right now is pass a bullet through her fucking skull. I just love that red liquid when it flows and gushes out of their bodies, it has a fucking calming effect that turns me on.

I am still wondering how it's possible for a Catholic nun to have a daughter of this age,judging from her looks she should be around the age of twenty to twenty-three, her pale skin looks like she has jaundice. There is no fucking way I would let that thing get close to me. Her organs are better off harvested.

I thought nuns were supposed to be chaste and holy, at least that's what the rumours say. Am not really a church person but at least I know what the bible says about paying back your debt to your neighbors and this nun has refused to adhere to that teaching.

"Agatha how much do you have in there-".i asked as my gaze fell to the bag of money on the table. "Thr-three million sir-". "Just three million and you have the guts to waste my precious time-your time have long expired Agatha so your daughter would pay the price for your laxity. "Please Mr Rodrigo-". She whimpers as she watches me stroll over to the bag of money.

I walked over to the bag of money on the table, setting it ablaze, the fire consuming everything inside the bag. Gaps and muffled screams fills the air. I grin darkly as I watch them both, my patience wearing thin. " I don't need your money anymore Mother Agatha-". I say as I trace the gun over her roughly wrinkled skin, her fear thrilling me, I could feel every bit of it, her fear.

" Please Mr Rodrigo", her daughter whose name was Mira begs softly, her bare shoulders shaking with each sob. "Shut up!". I shot at her grazing her, the bullet grazing her armas she screams . I smirk as the crimson liquid flows out of her arm, staining her yellow dress. Her screams exciting me." Ple-pl-please-". She cry's her eyes pleading for mercy.

" Ah, begging me already?-". It sounds like a thrilling sound in my ears making me want to pass another bullet through her head. If only she wasn't shaking so much I would have been thrilled to let her live at least. Killing instantly brings no fun to me, I prefer them to suffer and beg for death.

I picked up my gun cleaning it once more pointing it at them.'' any last words before I send you to your God".

The door creaked open as a small figure slipped inside, shutting it carefully behind. I turned annoyed at the interruption. My eyes settled on a small frame standing in front of me I marveled at the courage of this little creature.

My eyes accessing her,her red gown and blue sweater. I wonder if she's wearing matching underwear inside. I stared at the petite figure glaring at me and strangely it caused an ache in my loins.

Reaching up, I cup her face with my hands and her lips part parts In shock. I run my thumb over her pale coloured lip, my gaze meeting hers-, as her breath hitches, then she swats my hand away.

I atch my brow in surprise, turning my direction back to the two behind me. " Who is she Agatha". I smile, a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Speak-". I say firmly as she shivers. " Sh-she's a teacher here sir-".

" A teacher?. I nod my head slightly as I continue accessing her body. " Then I would have her, you can keep your useless daughter". The shock etched on her face was obvious as I watch her gaze go from the burnt pile of money on the floor towards the lady standing there, I already know what her answer would be , deep down am wishing she would refuse so I can blow up her brain and watch her daughter as she scream in agony.

"Am giving you an offer to exchange your daughter with her for the money you have failed to pay up-. Even if you don't agree Agatha, I would still kill you and your daughter and take the girl, so it's either you agree to my demands or-". " i agree, please you can take her I don't care about anything else please". I grin widely, " You surely have made the right choice dear Mother Agatha-". I Pat her back, as I stare at my shocked pet standing behind me.

"What is her name Agatha-". I asked my eyes falling once again on the lady. "Her nam-name is micae-micaela Mr Rodrigo". "Micaela eh-". I rub my gun on her face as she flinches her face covered in sweat. She looks like the obedient type, I like them obedient that way, they wouldn't cause me much trouble, cause if they do I wouldn't hesitate to blow their brains up."please ca-can you allow me speak with her alone". The girl suddenly spoke, her smooth voice thrilling to my ears."and why would I do that-". I frowned looking at her. " Please, I promise not to run". I could feel her lies as she lied through her teeth. "Of course pet you may speak, but any wrong move I would pass a bullet through your fucking skull". I smiled as I stepped outside, pulling my phone out of my pocket, I stared at it, making a few clicks before placing it back. "Make it quick Micaela I would come back for you". Shutting the door, I stepped outside signalling to my guards. Have he spoken".(Speakes in Russian language). "No boss-". (Speaks in Russian language). "That's bad, check for any marking on his body that would signify who sent him, you may leave, I would come alone".( Speaks in Russian language)."yes boss" (speaks in Russian language). I watch as they leave shortly, my gaze cold and calculating. The nuns passed by, their quiet whispers of prayers annoying my ears. It wouldn't hurt if I end up killing them right. I should better go and check on my pet.

Micaela

I stand paralyzed as I watched the drama unfold before me, was this a trap to lure me in, knowing fully well that I had no one to mourn me even if I died. At least the man allowed me to speak with her alone, but not without a threat. I can still the coldness of the hard metal pressed closely against my chin, I thought he was going to shoot me but thankfully he didn't.

I stared at Mother Agatha and her daughter Mia, not a single ounce of remorse on their faces.

"H-How?", I chocked out. " What do you mean how Micaela, do you expect me to give my daughter over to him?-". Mother agatha spat shaking with rage. "Bu- but". "No buts Micaela, the best thing you can do for me now is to go with him, after all we were the one who took care of you since you were little and got you this job here- so you better go with him". " It was all fake right?". "What do you mean by that, you are supposed to know this was coming". "Your love care, everything how could you use me for your own selfish benefits, even you Mica". I turn towards her as she looks away, her eyes red. " Don't look at me Micaela you should know that this was coming your way, so don't pretend to be oblivious of anything". I placed my hand on my chest, feeling the betrayal. "You should have let me die with my parents that day, you shouldn't have saved me, but I pray karma falls on you every single one of you". "Get out of here, idiot". Mother Agatha said as she pushed her to the ground.

Tears clogged my throat as my nose ran, I always have a runny nose each time I cried. I fall weakly to the ground, my heart shattered at their betrayal. Just then the door opens and the man who bought me walks up to me."Alright pet come along we don't have all day". He grabbed my arm pulling me off.

How could Mother Agatha sell me out to this vile man, my dreams and hope for the future are gone forever. It's not like my absence would be noticed by anyone, Mother Agatha would make sure to remove every trace linking to my disappearance. I turn to look at him. " Please don't make me do this". He doesn't respond instead he tilts his head to the side of the window,turning on the ignition key as he locks the door. The door makes a soft clicking noise before everywhere goes quiet. The soft hum of music playing in the background, there was tension and agitation in the car as he drove.

She stared continuously at him, praying silently that he would let her go. But it seems that the God of favour wasn't in her side today.

Rodrigo

I stare continuously at my new doll, her pretty face clouded in tears, gives a strange calm in my chest. I notice her continuous gaze at me. "Is there something you want to say pet".I grin as I watch her tense up. "Why did you buy me?". The fear in her voice betrayed her confidence, I smile as I rub my chin my eyes sparkling in excitement at her question. " Don't ask pet". " I deserve to know".she snap her eyes glaring at me hatred.

"You have no right over me,and this isn't the 17th century where people are being sold anyhow". " It might not be, but I would make it for your sake Micaela- the moment you stepped inside that room you became mine, accept it or not you would be mine till the end of this world". She looked at me in disgust. " If it's like that then I would kill myself and escape you". " You wouldn't dare that pet cause no matter where you end up I would bring you back to me and for your information, I am the only one that brings your death". He growled staring deep into her eyes.

I pull over at the hospital and her eyes widen in shock, those beautiful doe eyes glistening in tears. They remind me of someone struggling with death. I would add them to my collection once I grow bored of her, but I won't kill her. I smile as I imagine her without eyes, seeking out to me, calling my name. It's so fucking gleeful.

There is something that I must do, I would mark my doll with my name and show her to the whole world to see. Put a leash with my name inscribed on it around her neck and watch as she drools over me.

Micaela

I grip the edge of my gown so tightly that I could hear it tear.

His words still resounding in my ears, there is no way to escape this monster. I try to threaten him with death but that still didn't work. I am forever bounded to him. But I know that one-day I would escape him.

"If you keep doing that, you would tear your dress before I get a chance to actually do it myself". She looks at me questionablely, hatred and fear clouded her face. Just the type of look I want to see.

"What do you plan to do with me-". She asks as she grits her teeth. "Does it matter what I plan to do with you?, you would still serve your purpose one way or the other pet- its best you stop your chattering".

I grit my teeth in anger, how dare he treat me like a toy meant to used and tossed away. If I had a chance, I would hit his head so hard that he would have dementia and forget everything about me.

The luxury of the hospital room barely caught my attention cause the tension I was feeling was enough to kill me the cool breeze from the air conditioner making it hard to breathe coupled with his eyes boring holes inside my body.

I stood up, trying to get my thoughts together I could feel his gaze on me, following every movement I make.

I noticed a water dispenser by the side of the wall, I walked up to it, quickly grabbing a cup and gulping down the water, cooling down my troubled nerves for a second.

"Were you thirsty-". His sudden question startling me. I ignore his question, going back to sit down, as far as possible from him. Don't you dare ignore me pet". The sudden anger in his voice shaking me. "I am not". I mutter grumpyly.

The doctor arrives, with his tools." you are late". I frown looking at my wrist watch. " sorry boss-". I watch him with an eye roll. "if not am in a good mood today I would have shot him since. " The goods arrived safely boss". He whispered quietly in my ears.

" Were they delivered?". "Yes boss". "Good, start immediately I don't have all day". "okay boss". The clan doctor, he is in charge of the hospital here in Italy. He gaze moves over to Micaela as he walks over to her, getting his things ready.

Micaela

He grabs my hand,holding steady like a little child about to cross the road, and it reminded me my time spent at the Catholic school, fresh tears poured down my eyes. I quickly cleaned them as he growled in my ears.

We make our way inside the elevator which looked wonderfully homely.

I try to get as far from him as possible which was futile.

the elevator stopped suddenly and we stepped out, arriving at a door with the words "Autorised Personnels Only"-. We walked inside and waited till a man came in, he was dressed like a doctor, he didn't look like your ordinary doctor, he looked strange just like the man who bought me.

I run my sweaty hands on my gown as I watched them speak, nervousness slowly killing me.

I keep wandering, why do i have to be here and what is the doctor going to do, or maybe he is coming over for his daily checkup.

The doctor walks up to me smiling. " are you in birth control". He asked.

"Wh-what"-. I stammer as I turn to look at the man standing behind me, who was glaring daggers at the doctor.

" No" I answered hastily embarrassed at the question. Who asks someone that "God-". I groan inwardly, how much more can I take.

" that's alright then", he says turning his back to me, he goes over to the surgery table. A silver tray sits on top the sterilized table, picking up a string and a Vail filled with liquid, he walked closer to me.My heart skips a bit as I watch him come closer to me.

Standing up in alarm, I asked."wh-what the hell are you trying to do to me, and what is that thing in your hand-". He paused, surprised at my reaction, and turned to look at the man behind.

" the drug in the doctor's hand is to stop you from getting pregnant". The strange man spoke coldly his hand on my shoulders as he whispered into my ears, fear griping me.

My cheeks redden at his words,"what does he plan on doing to me", I thought in my heart.

Rodrigo

I watch her as she tenses up, as I explain the need of the drug. Seeing the way she reacts tells me one thing, she hasn't been touched and that thought alone brings up a possessive instinct in me. I thought virgins were extinct,I tub my chin as my gaze travels down to her butt. The stupid dress she's wearing, preventing me from getting a good view of her.

" Where should I administer the drug sir-"i glare at him. "what stupid question is that-,You will administer it in her arm", I snap at the man. " where else are you supposed to administer it". Sudden rage fill me as he asks me that question, if he was planning to administer it on her butt, I would have him strangled immediately. I am the only one who should have access to her body. I step back, the doctor he holding a stringe filled with liquid, the fear on my face obvious. " You are taking the shot Micaela". He glares down at me, his arms folded across his broad chest. I gulped down into nothing as I glared back at him, different thoughts running through my head. But the fear of the gun is the beginning of wisdom, I don't want to die yet.

Each step the doctor takes towards me scares life out of me. I pray he doesn't mean what he said earlier. Rodrigo stands, his eyes never leaving her. He watches as the doctor administers the drug to her, like a hawk that has sighted it's prey.