21. Mr. Arrogant Arse

* *Beep* *
* *Beep* *
My eyes open to the irritating sound coming from the alarm clock on my side table.
“Fuck you.” I growl, sitting up and realize this small watch is not my clock. In fact, it is not even my watch.
Slowly, the slap of reality snaps on my face and I look down at my naked, sore body. It wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare coming alive.
My fist clutch on to the bedsheet on which he bend me and took me brutally. I thought I hated Ryan because of his evil ways, but turns out he was a saint in front of this vicious beast and his barbaric ways.
Dakota was like a wild animal on bed, driven by the demons of revenge and lust. Whose only motive was to ruin my body and destroy my self-esteem by treating me like a whore.
*His whore.*
I hate that degrading word.
I hate it more than I hated his best friend, his stupid lingeries or even himself. Hatred flows in me denser than blood and I discard the duvet and my self pity as I stand up.
I hiss at the soreness of my stiff hips and the stingy ache in between my legs. I was never this sore, even when I lost my virginity.
I force my lashes to look up and stare at my assaulted body in the mirror. Blue marks decorate my hips like little flowers, along with red scratch marks by manhandling my skin.
A lone tear falls from my swollen eyes as memory from last night comes alive. His hands clutching on to my hips as he jerked my body back and forth on his erection, all while he forced me to witness the sex scene.
*Gosh! I hate him.*
I fucking hate him.
I immediately wash the tear away and take a shower in his luxurious bathroom before wearing my cloth- *Where the hell are my clothes?*
I look all over the bedroom floor for my shirt and pants, which I clearly remember him ripping out of my skin, right here on this spot.
Panic dances in me like disco as I shuffle through the wardrobe, going through every shelf, cabinet, drawer, but other than slutty lingeries and stalkings, my clothes are nowhere to be seen.
*That fucking bastard!*
I can’t believe he took away my crown and now, my princess dress.
I strap the bathrobe around my waist and stomp down his stairs, looking for my clothes. Laundry room, backyard, guest washroom, under the couch, in kitchen cabinets.
*Nada.*
My naked feet touch the wet ground of his driveway as I continue the search operation. I remember dropping my shoes here, while I was running away from the brute and as predicted, they are missing as well.
I stop at the iron gate of his castle.
The beautiful vines on the wall are nowhere to be seen and it seems impossible to cross that humongous iron barrier which mocks at me as I stare it helplessly from inside.
I wish I could go back in time and smack my head to not climb in.
*Stupid! Stupid girl!*
I have never felt so poor in my whole life. I have no clothes, no underwear, no shoes and no money to run away from his unescapable mansion of terror and his ruling king.
Other than surviving another day in his hell, I don’t see any other option.
Day Two Plan: Follow his stupid orders.
I walk towards the two chained Dobermans and instantly, I hear warning barks in the air. “Here, my babies.” I smile, putting extra food in their bowl.
Though they are growling, they still seem friendlier than their owner.
I enter the kitchen to serve breakfast for another dog, and the first thing I notice is the crescent burn mark on the white countertop, which was flawless yesterday.
*Well, at least now I know where to keep the pan!*
I read the recipe and assemble his double protein avocado boiled egg sandwich. Curiously, I put a slice of avocado in my mouth and almost gag at its blank taste.
“Eww.” I yech, putting the piece back in his sandwich. Even my spit would taste sweeter than this piece of dragon’s egg.
*But then why is it so expensive? And why the fuck people even buy it?*
I read avocado’s benefit online when right at 8:01, the devil walks in.
Wet hairs combed back with a stoic face as stunning as a glass of champagne.
“Morning.” Dakota whispers in his deep voice as he casually walks past me to the fridge as if nothing happened between us last night. His face appears like he just walked out of heaven, full of bliss and completely opposite to his last name, *Black.*
Whereas I couldn’t function properly with sexual memories of him last night. I don’t know how to breathe, blink, and I forgot how to shit.
Dakota keeps the bag of frozen peas against his knuckles as he sits a foot away with his gaze fixed on me. I keep my eyes glued to the iPad regardless of the loud thumping in my chest.
*Don’t you dare die with a heart attack bish!* I tell myself.
“Read out loud.”
I look up. Unknown tingles pass through me as I make eye contact with his crystal green eyes, which were watching my naked body being fucked by him last night.
“What?” I whisper sheepishly.
He takes a bite from the sandwich I made and says after a few clean munches, “Whatever you are reading, read out loud.”
I look at the blank screen of the tablet, then back at the curious wolf.
* *Ahem* *
“A man sent to 20 years in jail for torturing a little girl for a week in his basemen-”
“Show me the news.” Dakota narrows his eyes at me as his expression turns unfriendly.
“Oops! Where did that page disappear?” I sigh, sliding my finger swiftly on the screen.
“Give me the tablet.” He demands, forwarding his palm at me.
“Oops! The history got deleted too.”
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