Chapter 3

My head smashes into something hard causing me to slowly open my eyes, I look up and see trees passing by in a rush, groaning softly, I gently raise my head to look around, and I see that we are in a car, not a car but a limousine. It's long, and I look around seeing soft lights on the top of it, and my eyes lock onto movement on the right side of the long seat.

What's going on?

I reach out and grab onto the seat beside me, pulling myself up and bringing my other hand to hold my head.

"You are awake” comes a deep growling voice somewhere close to me, I jerk my head up looking around for the source of the voice, and see a man sitting in the middle of the back seat, legs stretched out with a drink in his head looking down at me.

Is he taking me home?

Why am I on the floor?

I pull myself into a sitting position and lean my side against the left side against the seat to try to stabilize my body, I feel like I was drugged. Nothing wants to work properly.

Who is this man?

“Ye-yes” I clear my throat, trying to get my brain to say something. How did I even get in here?

I remember passing out in that room, but that's it. I remember the voice saying they would bring me to somebody, but I can't remember that somebody's name now.

“We are almost home.” He says as he pours himself something from what looks to be a glass of scotch, maybe? My eyes are blurry, I'm having to blink several times before they focus back onto the man.

Home?

What does he mean home? My home?

Why can't I fucking remember anything?

Why would he be taking me home?

“My home?” I choke out, feeling confused at this entire situation, my memory is like a blank slate, I can't remember anything, I only know my name because that rude lady called me Aria.

That must be my name.

Why can't I remember that, though?

“Your new home.” He says calmly, before taking a sip of his drink, downing the contents with a few gulps and my mouth becomes dry, I'm thirsty.

“What-what do you mean, new home?” I moan out as the car makes a sudden turn, causing me to fall over back onto the floor, the man didn't even try to help me stay upright.

“I just paid 10 million dollars for you. You're coming to live with me. They were supposed to educate you on your new life, but it seems they were remiss, which pisses me off, I shouldn't have to fucking explain anything to my slave!” He snarls, sounding pissed off before he throws his drink towards the front of the limousine, causing glass to shatter around me. I have to quickly turn my head, so my face doesn't get cut, and I feel the glass hitting against my back and shoulders.

I look down and notice I'm wearing nothing else but a red bra and panty.

What the fuck?

“What do you mean paid for me?” I gasp, as pain shoots up my back from the glass as I try to sit up once more.

“Fucking paid. You're mine now!” He grunts while staring down at me, he doesn't give me any more information, just says I'm his, and I don't even understand what he means.

His?

His what?

What is going on?

“Yours?” I whimper out trying to understand what the hell is going on as memories from earlier come rushing through my head, I see me wearing these same clothes as I'm surrounded by bright lights in a glass box. Then a few seconds later I see myself naked and crying, a gun pointed to my head as a voice from a speaker box shouts orders at me.

I look so scared.

“Fucking mine. I paid for you. I fucking own you now, bitch!” He snarls again, making me jump, my legs are weak, they are not taking my weight as I try to get off the floor, I stare up at him with wide eyes as I try to understand what he means by me being his.

“I don't understand-” I'm cut off by my own soft cry, something about this doesn't feel right, something about this feels dangerous and something inside of me is telling me to run and don't look back or else I'm fucking dead.

“Fucking hell. Did they give me a dumb slave? What's fucking hard to understand, little girl? I own you. The moment I paid 10 million dollars for you is the moment you became mine to do with. If you don't obey me, I will kill you. I will slit that lovely white neck and bury you outside my home. Do you understand that?” He growls, looking frustrated.

Kill me?

What the fuck?

Who is this man?

I squint my eyes towards him, trying to get a better look. Is he drunk, maybe? Is that why he is saying all this fucked up shit?

My eyes rank over his body and I notice that his neck and hands are covered with tattoos. He is wearing a dark black suit, so I can't see the rest of him, he is a good-looking man I have to admit, but he sounds a little loopy right now.

“Ta-take me home, please! Just let me out, I'll walk” I whimper, my body is so exhausted, every muscle in my body aches with soreness, and now I have cuts in my back and shoulder from his glass, and they are burning.

I just want to go home.

As soon as the word walk passes my lips, the man with quick speeds reaches up and smashes his hand down on my cheek, causing me to cry out from the forceful blow, and my body hits the floor hard.

Oh, god.

Please.

One of my hands comes up and clutches my now sore cheek, I taste warm liquid inside my mouth and raise my other hand to my lips, the touch stings, making me jerk my hand away, and I see that I have blood on my fingertips.

“Shut the fuck up. I'm tired of your crying. It's annoying and pissing me off. I have never had a slave as annoying as you, but don't worry you will soon learn you only get to speak when fucking spoken to!” He shouts before leaning back against his seat, staring down at me with those cold eyes.

I stare back at him with horror filling my gaze, why did he just hit me? I don't dare say another word on fear of him hitting me again.

What's happening to me?

“I see you're confused. I will explain what's happening just once only so I do not fucking have to again. Don't take this lightly, I don't like explaining myself to fucking nobody and if I have to explain a second time well just know I won't do it. I would rather kill you slowly then explain myself to you again, you also seem to be suffering from memory loss, which is a fucking pain in my ass. Your name is Aria, you're 26 years old. You lived with your father up until tonight. Your father owed a man a huge sum of money, and he didn't pay after the man gave your father plenty of chances. It came down to your father almost dying that he gave the man something in return, something to settle his debits. You. The man put you up for auction to get his money back, and now I fucking own you. You're my slave. You will do as you're told, if you don't, I will hang you up on a hook and drain your body of all your blood and laugh while I do it. If I want you to shut up, you will shut up, if I want you to cook for me, you will cook for me, but most importantly if I wanted you to get on your knees and suck my cock you will fucking do it.” He snarls before reaching out, grabbing me by my hair before I even have time to process what all he has told me, he shoves his face close to mine and pulls my hair tighter in his fists. “That is the last fucking time I explain myself before you're dead” He says as he shoves me roughly away from him, my body falling back into the floor as tears flood out my eyes.

My father did this to me?

He let me be taken away and sold like this? To a man as evil as this?

Why would he do that to me?

Parents are supposed to love their children, why did mine do this to me. Why did mine put his life above mine and give me to a man that already wants to kill me?