Chapter 209 Mine
>>Riona
My throat was dry, my lips trembling, but I couldn’t find any words. I gulped quietly
“I must say, love,” He continued, his voice dripping with amusement, “you caused quite the scene. Ten million dollars, all for you.” His thumb brushed lightly across my chin, the motion sickeningly tender. “A small price to pay for something so... precious.”
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My body began to tremble
I felt his gaze on my bare skin. I could tell he was going to use me in the most vile way possible. I pursed my lips. Was this also the person who shot back there? He must be, considering no one spoke after all.
A finger came under the eye mask, it was thick and long. With his index finger he lifted the mask upwards, away from my eyes. The lights were harsh and I had to close my eyes shut for a moment, but as I opened them again, the first thing I saw was a chiseled face and pitch black eyes, similar to the color of his hair.
“I’ve waited for a long time for this,” He whispered, his voice dropping lower, sending chills down my spine. His breath was warm against my skin, and I recoiled internally at how close he was. That’s when I noticed the tattoos, a twirling snake on his right arm coming all the way to his hand. The open mouth of the snake covered the U-shaped area between the index finger and the thumb.
There was a big tattoo on his neck as well, seeing that scared me even more.
“Hmm?” He stared at me. My mouth finally opened, but all that came out was a shaky breath, no words, just fear, raw and paralyzing. “Shh…” He murmured, his fingers still firm on my chin. “There’s no need to be scared. You’re mine now.”
A sob rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down, refusing to let it out
What is he going to do to me?
His eyes traveled down, the lust in them was visible. The way his gaze lingered made my skin stand up.
He smirked
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His hand came down to my waist and as his big hand held my side, making me react. I instantly moved away, “Don’t,” I finally managed to say, “Don’t touch me.” I said in a low voice.
His hand lingered there where he tried to hold me, his gaze came up to me. And although the look in his eyes was tender before, his eyes suddenly darkened.
“You don’t recognize me?” He asked in a low tone. “There’s no way you wouldn’t,” I stared back at him in confusion, “We’re the same kind.”
What is he talking about? Recognize him? Why would I know him? He looks like a gangster- no, he definitely is a gangster!! No normal person would buy a human from an auction. Scratch that, no normal person would be at an auction where they sell humans!!
And ten million? He just blew ten millions in the air to buy me. He must belong to some underground organization for him to have that much money.
He brought his hand down, “Why?” He asked.
Why? What why? Why don’t I recognize him? The look in his eyes was very sure. As if he knew who I was.
Wait-
Is he someone from the distant past? I actually don’t remember my life before I was fifteen…
"Did we meet when we were kids or something, because I don't remember anything from that time."
"No," His voice was heavy, "Don't try to change the subject. You don't want me?"
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Is this man out of his mind? Why would I want a gangster?
"No" I said, “And I don’t recognize you,”
“Just because you're pretending not to know me, don't think that I'll reject you."
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What is he saying? Is he not right in the head? Does he like me or something? But we just met… Well, he did buy me. Is that why he bought me? For his personal use? Because he liked what he saw on stage?
"Reject me?” It was supposed to come out as a question but it came out more like a demand
“No,” His expression fell and his voice was so sharp it made me flinch. A grim look took over his face, and I think I heard a growl
"Riker," He called someone, "Bring me the collar," He seemed to be getting angry
Collar!?!?! What collar?
The door opened again and another man entered the room. He was about the same height and had similar features to this man, but his hair and eyes were dark brown
"The collar?" Riker answered as he stepped inside but didn’t come closer. From where he stood, I was pretty much covered by the, "But Demos, you told me to throw that away-"
"Bring it," Demos glared at me as he ordered
“Sheesh, fine,” Riker went out of the room while Demos kept staring at me. I didn’t know what to say back so I looked away.
“Tell me,” He said, “Why are you rejecting me?”
I couldn’t look at him, he was scary but I didn’t want that to be obvious so I did my best to answer him. “I-isn’t it obvious?” I asked
“No,” He replied
No?? Come on!! How could it not be obvious? You bought me from an auction! There are tattoos on your masculine build and you are so much bigger than me. No person in their sane mind would accept this.
“You’re not an idiot, you can’t even tell,” I turned my head to try and glare at him
But the moment I did, I saw that he was already glaring at me
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It made me jump, but I tried to hide it and looked away again. My heart jumped and my brain started jumbling up.
“Here,” Riker came back in and threw the collar at Demon. He caught it in one hand effortlessly, then grabbed my ankle.
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And pulled me towards him. My butt slid on the marble floor and before I knew it I was right next to him. And without wasting a second he clipped the collar that looked like a choker around my neck
What?!?
Rough hands grabbed me, yanking me upward with a force that made my stomach lurch. Before I could process what was happening, I was slung over his shoulder, the hard bone pressing into my abdomen, knocking the air from my lungs. I squirmed, but the bindings on my wrists left me with no way to fight back.
But my legs were free. I tried to move them but he slapped his hand on my butt, “Don’t even think about it.” He growled.
He was still in a bad mood.
"We’re leaving," Demos’s voice was cold.
“You’re going to take her out like that?” Riker sounded amused, almost mocking, as if I were some joke to them both. My skin burned with shame. Even more humiliating was the way Demos’s hand gripped my lower body, fingers pressing firmly into the bare skin of my thigh
“They’re bringing a blanket,” Demos replied, unfazed, shifting his hold on me to adjust his grasp. My heart hammered as I felt the weight of his hand—its presence as inescapable as it was degrading.
Just then, I heard soft footsteps, and I managed to lift my head just enough to glimpse a figure in a white rabbit mask approaching. He held a thin blanket. The person handed the blanket to Demos, who took it with one hand and draped it roughly over my body. My world went dark once more.
And then he began to move. I could feel every shudder of movement as he walked, could feel his fingers pressing into my skin as he held me.
After a little walk, I was shoved into a seat and heard the sound of a door closing.
Am I in a car?
The blanket slipped from my face, and I took a moment to gather my thoughts, blinking against the dim light of the interior. I was surrounded by opulence—the rich leather of the seats, the glint of polished metal accents, and the faint scent of wildness mixed with the underlying hint of danger that clung to him.
Demos came and settled into the driver’s seat and turned the key, the car hummed to life. He wore a dark expression, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I shifted in my seat, a sense of panic washing over me as I glanced around.
The parking lot was nearly empty, dimly lit by a few flickering overhead lights. As we pulled out of the closed parking lot, I caught a glimpse of the night outside—a haunting emptiness that made my skin crawl.
The streets were deserted, shadows stretching across the asphalt. As we drove on, I could feel my heart racing. I was seated next to the man who had bought me, yet I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Fear had wedged itself firmly in my throat. But my mind was racing. I had to find a way out of this.
I looked down at my feet. Demos was focused on the road, and I had a fleeting thought of escaping. What if I flung open the door? What if I jumped out? But the darkness outside was daunting; I couldn’t even tell where we were. I had no idea if there were any people around, any safety at all.
And the thing that was eating me was- Where was he taking me?