Deal Or No Deal!

Andromeda

I couldn't believe Phyllis was already thirteen. Looking at her smiling and jumping around, I felt like I was looking at my mom in her teens.

Mom was beautiful, and Phyllis is a spitting image of her. It's such a shame she didn't get to meet that beautiful woman who died to give her life.

Every birthday Phyllis celebrated was equally our mom's death anniversary. Instead of wallowing in pain and anger toward this innocent soul, I took her to mom's grave before visiting the amusement park after we enjoyed a hearty meal at mom's favorite restaurant. This has been our routine since Phyllis turned five.

I couldn't hide my smile when I saw her doing backflips so effortlessly. She would surely become a famous gymnast. Mom would have been proud of who she had become.

[I'm the love of the love of my life...] The sound of my ringtone pulled me out of my reverie. As soon as I picked the call, I shot to my feet, dread washing over my being.

"Impossible! Annabel, what are you saying? Dad travelled to Italy last week. He's not even around..."

Oh my God! How? How could...

I ended the call and quickly searched social media. I didn't need to search long, as news about the MacKnights always made top searches.

This one, unfortunately, wasn't news any of us expected. I watched a trending video of my father, Ambassador MacKnight in handcuffs, and surrounded by a dozen policemen.

My hands trembled and the phone slipped, hitting the ground with a bang. My knees trembled uncontrollably, and I fumbled for the seat behind me.

"Andrea, what's wrong? You look pale." Phyllis rushed to my side, grabbing my hands firmly. However, no words could escape my trembling lips.

I told Dad to leave the country, but he said he had nothing to hide. I warned him. Whenever political power changed, many top politicians, especially the ones who were closest to the former president were targeted by the new government.

Dad was adamant! He didn't agree to move out of the country. Instead of joining me in Italy, he forced me to come here for Phyllis' birthday.

I don't know what charges they leveled against Dad, but it couldn't be anything good. How would we get out of this? No politician ever got out of this embarrassment. For Dad to be arrested so publicly meant they had something big on him. What am I to do now?

"Phyllis, dad's in trouble." Those were the only words I could force out of my trembling lips, as my mind raced, weighing all the options available for us. Unfortunately, there were very few of them.

As we raced toward our house, I spotted a black minivan chasing us, but I stepped on the gas and quickly lost them. Well, I thought I did.

"Andrea, what do we do now?" Phyllis might be smart, but she was still a thirteen-year-old after all.

"We need to leave the country right away." I responded, feeling my heart miss several beats.

"What! What about Dad?" Phyllis sounded like I was a deserter. However, our first point of call would be to save ourselves first. When we were safe, we could find out about father's charges and see if we could save him.

"You see this?" I showed her my phone. I received a text message as soon as I cut the call from Annabel. It was an anonymous number, instructing me to leave the country ASAP.

My sister recognized the signature at the end of the message. It was our way of communicating without others understanding us. She understood it was from Dad. I guess he knew he was going to get arrested anyway.

"Phyllis, stay here and wait for me. I'll get our documents and be right back."

I packed the car and rushed out as if my ass was on fire. Actually, my ass was really on fire.

As I raced to the room, feeling lightheaded, I tried to wipe my sister's petrified look from my mind. Even I was scared, but I needed to be strong for Phyllis.

"Shit! Where the heck are these documents?" I left them in my drawer. They have always been there. How could we leave the country if there was no passport?

"Where could it be?" I tossed everything around, but our passports were nowhere to be found.

"God! Please, save us. Please, mom, watch over us. Please..." I continued praying and mumbling incoherent words, hoping I didn't misplace our passports.

"Ana, did you see my passports anywhere?" It was stupid of me to call her, and I wasn't expecting much. However, my world crumbled further when my best friend responded in the negative.

We are officially stuck in Hillview.

I could vaguely picture the mangled body of the former minister of Finance's daughter. When her father got arrested three years ago, she was abused and dumped in a dumpster.

Another Minister's wife was sold to a brothel, and numerous men lined up to pay for her services everyday.

There was no one to get justice for them, and the cases were thrown under the wraps later.

I was already old enough, but what about Phyllis?

As my thoughts raced, I dialed every contact I could, but no one was willing to help. They just couldn't risk it. Even when I requested to hide Phyllis in our relatives' homes, they all turned us down.

How the heck were we to leave this city without a passport? Where would we even hide if we wanted to?

"Aaaaahhh!!!" A shrill scream tore through the house, and that was when I remembered that Phyllis was waiting in the car alone.

At this point, no servants lingered. They all rushed for their lives. Soon enough this house would be left unattended.

Why did I forget this piece of information?

Racing down the stairs, I reached the sitting room and found Phyllis kneeling on the floor. Not only that, eight men in black stood in the same space.

I took light steps, my legs wobbly, praying it wasn't what I was thinking. I wanted to run to my sister, hug her and ask what caused her to be so shaken just now. However, my legs wouldn't move.

I just stood there, staring at the men in black, with their eyes hidden behind those dark shades that looked so out of place.

My heart was in my mouth, but I looked at the only person seated. He looked like a god who couldn't be bothered with mortal business.

"W... Who are you people?"

Andromeda

These people looked scary, and I knew I had to tread cautiously. The atmosphere was tense, I had my heart in my mouth.

I knew the man in the seat with his legs crossed was the leader. He didn't look like a police officer, and this made it worse.

It meant only one thing for us-trouble.

"Who are you people?"

The man looked up and locked eyes with me, and I took a few steps back. His gaze was chilly, as if it was from hell itself.

I haven't seen anyone with eyes filled with so much hatred and disgust toward another. We haven't met before, but this man didn't need to speak for me to know he despised me.

[Pa!!!]

[Pa!!!]

I didn't know when one of the men got close to me, but I felt the sting of those slaps.

Blood quickly rushed to my mouth, but I swallowed it back at once. I wouldn't wish to scare Phyllis.

I fell limply to the floor, my hands clutching my cheeks. It hurt so much that I couldn't see or hear anything for a few minutes.

Why my teeth weren't lying on the floor was a mystery to me.

"You only speak when you are spoken to." The man's words were clear. The two slaps were for questioning the boss.

Who was this man? I needed no one to tell me he was ruthless, and wouldn't bat an eye if he had to kill someone.

"I... I'm sorry." I apologized, not daring to look the man in the face. However, he seemed to have accepted it, as his men threw some documents on the floor.

I picked them up and glanced through, but my hands froze as I read them. Halfway through the document, I went on my knees and pleaded.

"Please, sir, spare us. Please spare us. I... I'll do anything. I mean, I'll do anything to save my family. Please..."

I didn't care if I was slapped a thousand times. The documents contained solid proof of treason. If this ever made it to the public, the courts may not even need to sentence our whole family to death. The public would do mob justice without looking back. It was this bad.

The penalty for my dad's crimes would be for all of us to be executed with him. However, I wasn't ready to die, and I didn't wish for my younger sister to die either. For her, I would do anything.

"What do you have to offer?" The stranger finally spoke, and his words caused my body to tremble. Tears streamed down my face as I knew I had nothing to offer.

Then again, he must have come here because he had a price. He wanted something, and no matter what it was, I was ready to do it.

"If you can pay fifty million, I'll let all this go away. You have three minutes."

He didn't need to speak twice, as I ran to my room and grabbed my phone. The screen was cracked a little, but it still had its uses.

Was this man joking with me? Fifty million dollars was a piece of cake for me. I could even pay five hundred million if he requested it.

"Huh?" My bank app declined the payment. I stared into the stranger's face apprehensively, all the while checking the time. I had one minute and thirty seconds left.

Since all my bank apps didn't work, I decided to call people I knew. No one would know they lent me money, right?

"Annabel, please send me fifty million dollars. I'll explain everything when..."

What! I nearly blacked out at my best friend's response.

Six months ago, I loaned her a hundred million dollars when her father's company experienced difficulties. She was supposed to pay back in three months, but she never did.

Right now, I only needed half of that amount yet she claimed she didn't have it.

I didn't dwell on it too long, as time was ticking by. I only had forty-five seconds at this moment.

"Caden, I need fifty million in twenty seconds. Please..." My elder brother didn't even wait to hear my words, but he ended the call as quickly as he picked up.

I felt he may have misheard, or just maybe the call dropped by mistake. I called back, and Caden said,

"You are a woman, Andromeda. Put your nice body to use. Don't call to ask me for money again."

The whole place went pin-drop silence, as the strange man and his people heard our conversation. I had to put the phone on speaker, so they heard everything we discussed.

I looked back at Phyllis who was still trembling and looking listless. Then I returned my gaze to the stranger.

He still had that disgusted look marred with hatred. However, this time around, he mocked me.

It was laughable that Andromeda MacKnight couldn't afford fifty million dollars in three minutes.

I knew I had no time to bargain. In fact, I had no bargaining chip. We were alone and helpless.

"The police will be here shortly. Hand them over with the evidence." The strange man stood up, and I moved back unconsciously. Had this been a different setting, I would have admired his looks.

Then again, I wondered why someone so attractive was being this cruel to me. The police didn't have this evidence yet, so why did he wish to torment us this way?

"Sir, please, tell me what you want."

He was about to bypass me when I grabbed his leg. It was a reflex action, but I wasn't going to let go unless he agreed to help.

"Please, have mercy on us. I'll do any..."

"Tsk! Don't flatter yourself, Andromeda. Do not allow your stupid brother's words to get to your head. You do not qualify to breathe the same air as me, much less share my bed."

Those words hit me hard, but I wasn't going to dwell on them.

I am Andromeda MacKnight, the young lady with millions of suitors wherever I went. I could never be hidden in a crowd, and in Hillview, the reporters always clamored to get a glimpse of me. Yet, this stranger said I wasn't worthy to share his bed? Didn't that mean I couldn't be a common mistress even if I wanted to?

"I'm fine with anything. I'll be your servant if you wish..."

"Did you suddenly go deaf? I said you do not deserve to breathe the same air as me."

His words were a huge jab. He was treating me like a plague, but I had no other choice. Since birth, I've had tens of servants at my beck and call, and I never had to lift a finger to do anything.

I was likened to royalty but suddenly, I wasn't worthy of being this stranger's lowly servant? Who was this man, or did he only come here to torture us?

"Ok, sir. How about your servants? Don't they need servants? Please, sir, I won't dare to go anywhere near you. I can be your servants' servant. Anything... Please, spare us...."

Andromeda

"What did you just say?"

The stranger's words cut into my heart, and I feared he might say no. I could sense the disbelief in his words-even I didn't know what came over me.

"Servant, sir. I will be your servats' servant. I'll do anything they want. You don't even need to set eyes on me..." Yes, I sounded ridiculous, and I knew it. However, I had nothing else to bargain with. At this point, I"ll gladly be his guard dog if he wants me to.

"How much do you think you're worth, Andromeda? How long do you intend to be my servants' dog?" I asked to serve his servants, not to be their dog. Well, I guess it's the same thing. It's true what they say, be careful what you wish for, huh?

"As long as you deem fit, sir. I'll serve you for the rest of my life, but please, just let my sister go."

The latter part of the sentence was spoken in a whisper, but I knew he heard me.

With a wave of his finger, Phyllis was carried outside. She was still dazed, but she finally realized they were taking her away.

"Andrea... Andrea... Come with me, Andrea" Her screams tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt warm tears running down my cheeks.

I rushed toward them and hugged my sister tightly. I didn't know if we could ever be this close again, but I just hoped he wouldn't torture her. My sweet Phyllis-she was trembling so badly.

"Please, kiddo, do everything they tell you and don't argue. You're a big girl now, okay? I'll come visit when I can."

As the man in black guided her outside, I finally noticed a pool of blood forming on the ground outside. They shot someone in her presence. That's why Phyllis was so shaken.

"Please, do I get to know where she is going?"

My head was down, and I knew he was shooting death glares at me.

"I am not a pedophile!" Those words were enough to tell me that I would only get Phyllis' location in my dreams.

"Thank you." Even though my heart was still unsettled, telling me he was not a pedophile lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.

"Don't thank me yet. Your sister's survival depends on your performance."

We were all out of the house and I just stood there like a zombie.

When I noticed the strange man getting into a car, I joined him, only for the guards to remind me coldly, "Servants don't ride with the bosses."

My legs halted at once, and I stepped away. The car moved out, and I joined the men in my own car.

I drove this car here as a free woman, but now, I was someone's dog. Whatever that meant, I didn't know, but I was about to find out soon enough.

Our car soon parked in front of a huge mansion downtown. All the guards scurried away, leaving me standing there awkwardly.

I didn't move an inch, until the stranger looked behind and glared at me.

I thought I was going to be his servant. How come he was ushering me into the main house?

My mind screamed with many questions, but I clammed up and followed him. Once in the sitting room, a middle-aged woman approached us.

"Luther, you're finally back." The woman bowed and stood at the side, awaiting his command. "Oh, and you brought a lady with you."

My blood went cold at those words, and I just stood there silently.

Now I know the stranger's name is Luther.

"She's just my dog. No one calls her a lady in this house." I sucked in a breath, humiliation engulfing my being. I didn't dare to raise my head. I agreed to be anything, as long as my sister was safe, but this was a huge blow to my pride. Did I even have any left now?

"Boss, they're ready." When a man in black came to report this, Luther stepped out without a word, and I followed him like a dog.

We walked for about five minutes when he entered a room that was dimly lit. The sun had already set, and the weather was quickly becoming dark.

When I entered the room, I froze. I didn't know whether to proceed or run out.

Yes. I was twenty-four, but I have never seen a naked man in my bed. Now, we were standing in a room where two people were having a heated session.

The man was on top of the woman, his face buried between her thighs. The lewd noises in the room were grating on my nerves, and I wondered why they didn't notice us entering the room.

"Aaahhh!!! Yes! Yes! Y...Yes... There... Ngghhhh!!!!" The lady moaned, loudly, causing me to feel awkward. I have never witnessed two people making out like this.

Before I could wonder further about what we were doing here, "On your knees, Andromeda!"

We just got to his house, and he led me to this room where a man and a woman were making out-oblivious to our arrival.

I didn't know why I was kneeling, but I dared not complain.

"Suck on it!" He ordered coldly, and I froze, wondering if I heard him wrongly.

He turned around and pulled me into the coldest eyes I have ever seen. I nearly peed my pants.

"Never make me repeat myself again!" His voice sounded like it was my first and last warning, causing a chill to run down my spine.

I stared at the naked stranger who walked in after us, his face hidden behind a mask.

I couldn't tell if he was out here all along, just waiting for Luther's command.

How does sucking a stranger's dick suffice as my punishment, or was he reducing me to a plaything?

I looked between the masked stranger and the two on the huge bed. My heart already missed a thousand beats.

Would I end up losing my first time to a stranger because Luther commanded it? Was this what he meant by being his dog?

A teardrop slid from my eyes, but I crawled to the naked man, watching his hard dick like it was a monster.

I knew Luther's eyes were on me, so I didn't dare to look back. The masked man also seemed impatient.

"Ugghhhh!!!"

I felt my blood boil with humiliation when I opened my mouth and took in his dick.

My first impulse was to pull away, but the man had different plans. He grabbed my hair tightly, and I winced. My scalp was on fire, but all he wanted was to bury his dick deep into my mouth.

To prevent him from hurting me any further, I did the job as best I could. I haven't slept with anyone before, nor have I ever done a blowjob. However, I wasn't so naive either.

"Mmhhmm! Fuck! You're such a natural. Fucking bitch! Yeah! Suck it hard! Harder! Harder!!!" He slammed his dick into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat so many times that I quickly became dizzy.

Pain shot through my body, as my tears fell like a broken dam.

After what felt like forever, he was cummiing in my mouth. I quickly pulled away and this time I succeeded.

I clutched my throat hard and was ready to spit out his disgusting cum, but Luther's calm words came like a whisper.

"Swallow it!"