Chapter 27

***Rosella.... ***

I blink up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for some reason. So, instead I reflect on the past events, from the day of my abduction, till now.

I have been kidnapped under the spell of a fake debt. I have been kept locked inside different prisons like a captive but never been treated like one. I wonder if Balthazar's indifferent behaviour and mild treatment had something to do with my current master. Balthazar had changed his attitude after the day Adrian had said, more like declared that he wanted me…. Why? I still don't have any idea.

Balthazar didn't violate me, not intimately. He didn't even try to break me down to make me his perfect whore or a meek submissive before putting me up for sale. Though he tried to fuck with my mind by giving me that drug but it doesn't seem like they are working. I still have all of my memories and I can feel everything. I've never been good at expressing myself so I'm not surprised that I'm still incapable of doing so.

I'm still working, people don't develop skills overnight but I'm pretty pleased by my show of emotion today, in front of Adrian. But I'm not pleased by the nature of my emotion, clinginess. I don't even want to find out why I'd asked him not to go then batted my eyelashes at him and bit my lip. It didn't feel so salacious then when I was doing so, but now that I've come to think of it, my actions do actually seem inappropriate in so many ways. Wrong ways.

Okay, I think I just went off the track, again. God, why is it so hard for me to stay focused?

Back to the track now.

So, right after beating me down to get my blood sample, Balthazar threw me out like a bone on that stage to hand me over to the highest bidder. And Master Adrian Black, the infamous Dominating Sadist ends up giving up his billion pounds for ME.

I never really let the amount of money sink but it's happening rapidly now. ONE BILLION POUNDS!! I don't even have any word to describe how astonished and stupefied I am. How could someone just spend that amount of money on a single person? Slave Auction is a whole new concept for me but surely, no one is worth that much. I wish I knew the price of other slaves for comparison because this is just absurd and unbelievable and too much.

Adrian might be a perverted monster but he really can't be so stupid to waste his money like that.

I mull over the thought for a while, as his past actions float around in my head. He has given me a few glimpses of his twisted side, like when he had tried to spank me, made me come on his fingers despite the crumbling pain, making me stand naked in front of his electric blue eyes only to ignore me afterwards then giving me the cold shoulder treatment.

Can he really be that ludicrous or that desperate for me to willingly let his money go down in vain? He surely likes to fuck with my mind and manipulate my feelings to new levels.

And his tenacity and deep interest in mundane me, only pushes me to admire him and find him more appealing than repulsive, though extremely intimidating.

I grimace at the paneled ceiling and sit up on the bed. The room is shrouded in darkness, only the bathroom lights are turned on to provide me an illusion.

Adrian had left me to take some rest in his room, saying that he'd to take care of some business. I can't even imagine how he's able to function so well, even after bleeding through the wound on his temple. I only got a mild bump on my head, but still my head feels so heavy and my mind so tired. That guy had lost consciousness but I wouldn't have been able to believe that if I hadn't seen him passed out.

When I saw him tackle down that burly guy to the ground (who's name was —I keep forgetting his name — Luke… Luce… Lucas! Yes, Lucas!) and rain punches on his face till he passed out, I was scared out of my head. I thought he was a ghost, suddenly up and ready to jump into a fight. He actually broke that poor guy's nose…. Just because he touched me!

That realization has me shifting uneasily almost all the time. Because all of his actions make only one sense…. that he cares for me and he really wants me. He's even willing to kill for me!

This has got me all wound up in my emotions. I've never felt wanted in my life, desired the way I think Adrian desires me. It has become impossible for me to ignore the pure and wild hunger that sparks in his eyes whenever he stares at me with those intensely charged eyes.

And lately, his eyes have turned even more intense, more captivating. I thought people felt down and tired after going through such an accident but he seems even more tense, even more of a control freak than before. He's shed one of his many layers and shown me the first limit of his emotions or desires or whatever it is.

I had been right not to strike him to be just a Sadist. He's so much more and so deeply complex than that…. Something that can't ever be understood, just felt.

Holy Crap! He's got under my skin already.

And here I've been living in the illusion that I was way more tough than that.

I want to rip my hair out of my skull…. I'm that fucked.

I'm no longer sure about my future now, whether he's going to be gentle with me or rough, treat me like a real person or just a piece of property (or his little Esclave). The possessive way he deals with me and takes away my power of decision by giving me options, I have started to lose faith in his promised words to set me free.

And that knowledge is utterly devastating and terrifying. I might not miss my parents or my friends or Nana, but I still want to go back to my life and make everything right….

I fall asleep with all those thoughts dancing back and forth inside my head, stealing another chunk of my entity…. My peace of mind. Damn!