Survival

pulled so hard, I thought the strands would rip from my scalp.“Ah! Yes, sir!” I corrected quickly.
“Much better,” he rumbled and released my hair.
He then opened the door, reached down to my knees, and lifted me to his chest. I felta small twinge of panic from being lifted like that, but I keptmyself in compliance. He turned and stepped out of the car,clutching me tightly before righting my body and throwing me backover his shoulder. He then put one hand in his pocket and proceededto fucking whistle on his way to the house. I silently shook myhead in protest with a scowl on my face.
The things I could do to him from this position…
Directly in front of me was the gorgeous largefountain in the center of a circle drive with the gate about ahundred yards back. I turned my body slightly to see the house theowner apparently lived in, and it honestly took my breath away.
The house, or mansion I should say, was absolutelystunning and not at all what I expected him to live in. It was anice sandy brick with numerous white paneled bay windows and whitemarble pillars holding up the large dark roof at the front door.Roses and flowers adorned the front and sides of the house thatcomplemented it beautifully.
When we passed through the front door, he gentlyeased me down onto the cold grey-colored marble floor but kept afirm arm around my torso while he pulled out his phone. When he’dfinally deactivated my cuffs, he turned me around and placed hishands on the back of my shoulders.
“Welcome to your new home,” he said in my ear withso much delight it made me want to throw my elbow back into hisface.
I stood there, taking in the scene before me. Wewere standing in a grand foyer with a large enchanting crystalchandelier hanging beautifully above us. A small wooden chair and asmall table was situated across the way from us, while a littletree in a beige planter sat next to it. Standing strong andintricate was a wide and beautiful hardwood staircase that twirledup to the second floor.
I made a small step forward, hoping I was allowed,as I took a hard look around. My new cage was much bigger and muchprettier, but it was still a cage nonetheless. I could feel my ragestarting to seep in again as this asshole thought it right to callthis my home. He didn’t know a damn thing about my home.
Surprised that he let me continue my steps, Inonchalantly walked forward until I was a foot away from the chair.Then, before I even had a chance to reconsider my next move, Igripped the arm of the chair in my hand, turned, and hurled it withall my strength right at the owner’s perfectly built body.Thankfully, it wasn’t very heavy.
“This isn’t my home, you piece of shit! I don’tbelong here, and I certainly don’t belong to you! Ever!” I screamedas the chair flew through the air.
God, it felt good to release some rage and breaksome shit at the same time, especially if it involved breaking shiton this son of a bitch’s body.
The look on his face was priceless as he took halfof the chair’s impact, bringing his arms up and blocking it whiletaking a step to the side. The chair crashed to the floor besidehis feet in a pile of wood splinters and expensive cushion.
I took off then, running before he even knew I wasgone. I passed what looked like a parlor, eventually running downsome kind of hallway. Hoping that even if I didn’t get away, Icould, at least, find somethingslim and long enough to fit nicely into his jugular. But I didn’tget very far. My cuffs were activated, and I couldn’t resist thestrength of their pull as theyinstantly threw me off balance, causing me to crash to the ground. Pain radiated from my side as my shoulder and hip took thebrunt of my fall; I tried to roll but failed miserably.
The owner was not far behind. His strides were long,and the power in his footsteps told me I was in for a seriousfight. Fear prickled over my skin as I tried to crawl and wriggleaway from him, but it was pointless. He grabbed my arm in a tightgrip, pulling me roughly to my feet and slamming me into the wall.I pushed and fought against him, but he trapped me with his massivebody and took hold of my wrists, pinning them above my head withone hand.
“Look at me,” he said calmly. I hated looking up athim. It was just a reminder of how fucking small and weak I wascompared to him. “Jaden,” he warned. I finally raised my eyes tohis, but I had to crane my neck to do so and gave him the mostannoyed look I could muster. “Whether you like it or not, youdo belong to me now, and nothing you do is going to changethat. There is no going back, and there is no escaping it. Whateverlife you had before is gone and irrelevant. There is just menow.”
His voice was cold and calm, and it chilled me tothe bone, but then his grip tightened on my wrists and a dull painenveloped them. "So if I tell you whereyou'll live, what you'll wear, how you'll behave, or whatever thefuck else I tell you to do, you'll do it without complaint orquestion. Because the only thing you need to worry about for therest of your goddamn life now is pleasing me.”
My wrists were beginning to throb, and I squirmedinvoluntarily to alleviate the pressure on them. I didn’t even careabout what he was saying to me. They were just words, and theymeant nothing to me.
“Now, I can understand your rage, and I’ll forgiveyour little stunt back there, but you pull that shit again, andI’ll have you crawling on your hands and knees for the rest of themonth.”
“Oh, fuck you!” I shouted at him. “Is that it?You’re gonna have me as your perfect little slave for the rest ofmy life? Don’t fucking deny it. I know it’s true,” I jabbed.