Sold To Mr President

"Will you tell me where you are coming from at this time of the night before I scatter your head with a slap,"

Ethan Smith's hard baritone could be heard resonating in the entire house.

He looked sternly at the little woman who stood terrified beside the door with a small coat in her hands.

His male presence dominating the entire room scared the hell out of the petite lady who stood by the door.

"From our women's reunion. Have you forgotten I told you I would be going there tod..."

The girl didn't have the chance to complete her sentence because the slap that cut across the upper section of her face makes her burst into tears.

Ethan Smith, a twenty-nine-year-old lunatic, drunkard, and good for nothing young wreck. Tall, slim with an average pot belly of a rich man but with an ugly stinking breathe, not to talk of his stinking breathe filled with tobacco. His dirty blonde hair cut across his nape as he shuffled his hair ruefully with his hands.

Putting his hand in his jean pockets as he paced the floor.

To him, Ruby Whitney is entitled to him, to respect and submit himself although they aren't legally married.

His sweatshirt reeked of sweat as he bothered less to bathe himself out of the disgusting smell.

Ruby clutching her hands over her face wept out in pain over the hard blow she just received. It is a sad sad thing that although she wasn't bound to this beast in any way, the fear of her leaving him even stroke frightened her the more.

She is Ethan's doll, his captive, and is indebted to him. The only thing that Ruby has ever done perfectly to Ethan is that she has sealed her mouth from revealing his atrocious secrets, and served as a punching bag where he releases his anger.

Grabbing her chin fiercely, Ethan pulled it u to match his hard blue eyes which were mixed with anger and detest.

"You little rascal, how many times have I warned you to stop attending silly meetings? or should I break your legs for another month before the lesson is definitely understood? look at me, you wimp," he commanded forcing her to look at his eyes.

Ruby trembled, all the blood had now left her skin as she felt like crying. She doesn't know why Ethan had chosen to punish her this way.

The last time she went out I grasp some air because the house was too hot, she had spent too much time unaware that her housemate Ethan had returned from work earlier than expected.

It was a blow to her when she had returned because Ethan had not only beaten common sense into her head but had also remove the notion of leaving the house without him. She had spent a month or so nursing her broken calf to be amended. The pains had made her swear never to leave again.

At twenty-two, Ruby Whitney Helen looked like forty, jet black hair, brown eyes, dirty baked skin, and as pale as a carved wooden stick.

She became bound to this beast when she was nineteen after a tragic scene that happened back then.

Ethan is the leader of the most feared Mafia groups in town; the "Red feathers" their motto being, 'Kill and leave no survivor'

When Ethan was sent to murder Mr. Michael at his lounge that faithful evening, Ruby was the hotel girl on duty that day. After hearing the sound of a gunshot and leaving the restroom, she was faced with a gun on her head.