Claire Parker's POV
"Stand up." I heard the commanding voice sounding repeatedly in my head, even though the man's presence I felt in front of me said it only once.
My head hurts as I am trying to remember where I was and why I was there. "Who….who are you?" I mumbled softly, because I was blindfolded and my hands were tied too.
The man violently grabbed my arm and pulled me to the edge of the bed where he was seated. He forcefully pulled the rope used in tying my hands. The forceful pull left the mark of the rope on my hands.
"Argh." I groaned in pain.
"Take off your blindfold." The man's commanding voice sounded again, making beads of sweat form on my forehead despite how cold the room was.
Everything was looking like a dream to me. I was still trying to make sense of everything, but the last thing I remembered was myself returning from work.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just said? Take off the blindfold." The man yelled again.
"I'm sorry." I quickly removed the blindfold. Instead of looking at the man seated next to me, I first of all glanced at every corner of the luxurious bedroom, and then the king size bed where I was lying. I felt out of place.
I checked my clothes, and thank goodness, they were intact. "It seems this person is not a rapist after all". I thought to myself.
Before I could even look at the man's face directly, he grabbed my neck and pulled my face closer to his. I could feel his warm breath hot against my chin.
"What are you staring at, little girl?" He roared.
I was mesmerized by his skin color and his unique voices. I haven't heard such a smooth and clear accent before but that wasn't what mattered here.
His twitching dark eyes broke me from my reverie, I tried to speak but his grip on my neck was just too tight, it seemed he was going to choke me to death if I didn't act fast.
"Please….. let go of me. You're hurting me." I managed to mutter out, my voice breaking.
It seems my words fell into deaf ears.
"This man just asked me if I was deaf, but it looks like he was the one deaf here."
Seeing that he was not willing to let go. I gathered my little strength, and tried to hit his balls with my knees.
I've seen such scenes in movies, where the girl hits the man's balls and she escapes. So I believed it was definitely going to work for me.
Before I could even think of acting on my plan, he pressed my knees with his left hand. He seemed to have figured out what I was thinking. I tried breaking free, but just one hand of his was enough to render my legs motionless. Maybe he was a gym instructor before turning into a monster.
"Don't you dare act stupid." He yelled at me, before throwing me to the bed. "Do you know where you are now? Or do you still need me to help you think?"
"Ahh"
Looking at the man's handsome, perfectly built physique and dark skin. I immediately realized who he was.
I stared speechlessly at him, my mouth wide open, as realization dawned on me that he was one of the men I saw the previous night. Not just one of them, but the one who looked different from the rest, the one who pulled the trigger.
He had dark, smooth skin which made him stand out. Every one of his features that I managed to see through the night made him undeniably handsome and different.
I remembered walking home the previous day after working late. I took the shortcut, which was a dark alley. I saw a group of men clothed in black from a distance. They were not wearing masks, which made them look less like assassins.
I had carefully escaped through another route in order not to be discovered by them, little did I know they saw me. Now I'm at his mercy.
"Please sir... I still don't know who you are and where I am." I said with my voice trembling, and my facial expression betraying me. I wasn't just going to admit that I saw them. "Maybe if I pretended that I didn't see anything nor did I know what he was talking about, he might let me go." I thought to myself; After all, what will he be doing with me if I've got nothing he wants?
I was waiting to hear the man's reply but he remained mute.
"Ahh…. He can't be staring fiercely at me like that. I hadn't said anything so bad"
I swiftly moved to the other side of the bed, but not so far from reach. I was wearing a flair, short skirt which was exposing my laps from the way I was sitting on the bed.
I hated the fact that his fiery eyes were not actually looking at my eyes but my laps, he was staring at them with lustfully.
Seeing that I dragged the duvet to cover them, he forcefully pulled the duvet off, exposing my laps again.
"You seem innocent, are you a virgin?"
His voice sounded like lightning, making me shiver. That was the most embarrassing question someone has ever asked me in my entire life.
I am a virgin but I know very well that a virgin can't be identified by their laps.
I bit my lower lip, fighting the urge to spit on his face.
"You're not gonna answer me huh?" He let out a devilish smirk before placing his right hand on my lap, while he slowly tried to separate the two. "Since you're ignoring my question, I'll check it myself."
His dark eyes suddenly became darker to me, it only made him look like some sexually frustrated loser.
No! Please ...." I heard myself screaming as he tried pulling my legs apart.
"You think I'm a bad person, don't you? No. I'm not. It's your father."
That muscular man is now pressing me hard, on top of me. I winced in pain. "Fa--father?" I murmured. "What are you talking ab--" Before I could speak, his lips brushed mine. I felt strange. Heat covered up my body. This is no good!
"Your father, he turned me into what I am today….. let's say he sold you to me, understood?"
"Sold me?" It sounds weird. How could my own father sell me? What did I ever do wrong? I am his only daughter, he's not even someone into your kind of dirty jobs."