Ignoring the pants of the quivering men around me, I gingerly got to my feet and undid the buttons of my shirt while he twirled the gun in his hand.
He had tucked his still hardened cock back inside.
Dropping my shirt, I took off my jean trousers next, leaving me in my white matching pantie and bra.
With his eyes still on me, he pulled the trigger and another man fell off his seat. I flinched but still held his eyes.
He had a psychotic smile on his face as he pulled another trigger before stepping towards me.
"What's your name sweetheart?"
I wanted to spit at him but I answered. "Sera."
"Seraphina?" He asked.
How did he know my full name?
"Yes." I squared my shoulders.
"You are not fit to be my mistress."
There was a minute of silence as my heart fell to the pit of my stomach.
I should be relieved and run far away from this psychopath but remembering the face of my sister made my blood boil. She was the only family I had left!
"Why?" I had a haughty look on my face that made his face grow dark.
"Your body is ugly." He scrunched his nose.
My nose flared, my eyes twitched. No one is allowed to speak ill of my body!
My hand flew to his face before I could stop myself and my jaw dropped when I felt the sting in my palm.
I had slapped him.
I HAD FUCKING SLAPPED HIM!
I took a step back trying not to turn back and run out of his club and into the busy street of NYC.
I heard gasps around me.
"My body is hot and if you have a problem with that, go check your eyes!" I yelled without thinking and wished I could take back my words when I saw his left eye twitch.
"Come here." He ordered.
I shook my head.
"You can only order me around if I am your mistress." I stood my ground.
I saw a look of surprise flash across his face but it was gone in two seconds.
"Come. here." He stressed, his face was growing red.
"How about you come here instead." I took another step back and shivered when I stepped on a body.
I saw his brow get knitted together like he couldn't believe I was ordering him around.
"You are my mistress now. Now get your ass right here!"
"For two years." I bargained.
That would be enough to know the secret of his organization and disable it.
"For two days."
He looked like he was ready to blow off.
"A year and six months." I bargained.
His eyes went impossibly darker and I shivered, crossing my hands beneath my breast.
"Two months." He spoke from his teeth.
"A year." I had my back against the wall this time with no place to run to.
He squinted at me and began to walk towards me.
I looked around, the five men remaining had a ghostly look on their pale faces.
Couldn't they do something? Like gang up on him?
Following my line of sight, he paused and a devilish smirk creeped up his lips.
"Hold her down." He ordered.
Like zombies, three men rushed towards me and pinned my hands to the wall while one man held my legs intact.
"You'll have to pay me if you touch me one more time!"
I watched him turn towards the two men on the couches and put a bullet through their eyes before pointing it at me.
I felt my pants get soaked again, my urine freely flowing down my legs.
He pulled the trigger and I shut my eyes, the man holding my leg fell backwards, his blood washing my feet.
I trembled.
"I will fuck you in their blood."
"You guys do something!" I screamed at the men holding my hands but they held on tight like their life depended on it.
He smiled widely as he stepped forward before pulling the trigger again.
The man by my right dropped to the floor and this time, my stomach churned. I was about to be sick.
Standing right in front of me, he dropped the gun and held out his right hand beckoning to the man by my left who gingerly walked towards him.
He held the man right in front of me while my airflow got constricted.
"I like your guts."
I don't want him to like my guts anymore, all I want to do now is go home and mourn the death of Caterinna.
"You will be my mistress for six months." He said with a tone of finality.
I watched him take out a penknife and place it directly at the man's throat.
He wasn't about to do this right?
"I set the rules, you obey. You break the rules, you get punished."
"Understood?" He asked but I only had my eyes on the penknife.
A scream tore from my throat when he sank the blade of the knife right into the man's throat tearing through skin and sinew.
I shrieked, my eyes growing wide with terror as my knees went weak and I sank to the floor and into a messy pool of blood.
The man got pushed and he fell to the ground like a statue.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" He was suddenly in front of me, yelling into my face.
Tears spilled from my eyes as I nodded vigorously. I understood, I understood!
"Use your words."
"YES!"
He grabbed my hand with his blood stained one and dragged me to my feet.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
I paused, my legs refusing to bulge, the room spun around me.
"M…my pay."
I had to still keep up the act.
"A blank cheque." Was his blunt response before taking out something black from his back pocket.
A collar!