3. Dance for me

After ordering me once again, he walked to his bed and sat on its edge. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, waiting for me to start following his command. A heavy weight of her settled on my chest leaving me immobile once again.

"Strip before I decide to do it in my way" his voice was laced with a cruel warning, his palms bearing his weight as he leaned forward, "And believe me, it would be very painful, especially when I am not in the mood to go easy on you"

"Please, anything but this. Please, Ansell..." I tried my luck once.

"Sir" he corrected me before I could say anything, "I would like to hear you screaming my name only when I am inside you"

His words hit me like a cold wave of realization. I shuddered when the meaning behind his words hit me.

I am not getting why I am here in the first place. I didn't want them to sell me or anyone to make me his pet. I was an independent woman, and my only dream was to save enough money for further studies. But here I am trapped in the nightmare of despair and degradation as someone's plaything.

Just when I was about to take a step back to find some escape, his arm reached out to my wrist, and he yanked me towards him. I landed on his lap.

"No!" I wriggled, my desperation pushing me to escape his deathly grasp, but his firm hold on my waist left no room for me to break free. His arm around my waist felt like a thorny rope.

I can't cry! I can't!

I have to be strong. I need to fight against him.

"You want freedom?" His question abruptly halted my movement, and my head turned to meet his gaze.

I nodded my head frantically. I want it.

"The extent of your liberty depends on how you please me tonight" An evil smirk graced his lips, a display of his cruelty that made we want to scratch off his face.

Suddenly the arm that was holding me tightly against his body loosened, and he let me go. Taking it as on opportunity, I stood up immediately.

My eyes flickered around, looking for any way to escape from this monster.

"Don't even think about trying to escape because you can't!" He was quick to read my eyes and my intentions. "You are in my den, in my room!" He growled.

His eyes trialed down my body, looking at it with lust. The moment was so embarrassing for me that my eyes moved down. I didn't know he was so shameless.

"Dance for me!" His unexpected command took me off guard, and my eyes snapped up at him in pure horror. I could feel ears and cheeks turning red out of embarrassment.

He was sitting there with his legs wide spread on the bed, his palms resting back, taking the weight of his body with amusement dancing in his eyes.

How could he enjoy humiliating me?

"I think there is some problem with your hearing organ" he said when I didn't move from my place. "For your own good, I suggest you fix it soon because every time you made me repeat myself, you would have to pay heavy consequences, which would be pleasurable to me and painful to you"

He tilted his head as if he were giving me one more chance to comply with his order. I looked down, and the intensity of his gaze was pricking me, goosebumps rose all over my skin.

"I can't" I muttered, my voice low as I tried to control my tears with my eyes still on the floor.

"You can! I have watched you performing in the college" my eyes snapped up at him and I found him smirking at me, mockingly, "And you used to enjoy the attention you get from the boys. Didn't you?"

The tears that I controlled with so much difficulty again started to prick my eyes at his allegations.

Does he think so low of me?

I used to dance for my passion, not to gain attention! My dance was always decent, with my clothes properly covering me. It was his eyes that saw me that way.

"You are not understanding, how deep trouble you are in" he continued, his tone dripping with poison, "When I can kill your brother and bring you here than just imagine what I could possibly do to your parents"

His words took me by surprise. I still don't understand why he is doing this to me! To my loved ones! What we have done to him to get all this?

"You will no do anything to them" my voice came out stern and loud more than expected.

"I won't" he clicked his tongue, "Until and unless you behave"

Suddenly he stood up and started walking towards me. His posture was calm, but the fire in his eyes chilled me to the bone.

"Stay at your place!" I forewarned him, stepping back.

"How about if I don't?" He inquired in a challenging tone, his eyebrows cocked, and took a larger step this time, reducing the gap between us.

"I will call the police and tell him that you tried to touch me against my will " I threatened him.

I know I sounded stupid here but I was saying whatever was coming to my head. I just want to get free from this devil.

He burst into laughter, the sound chilling me to the core as he threw his head back.

"How adorable" he said, taking another step toward me. "Do you think the police will put me in jail for touching you if they can't catch me even after killing your brother? Huh?"

His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close, and my heart raced as I found myself pressed against his chest.

"...and I am not trying, I am going to touch you in every way, whether you want it or not!"

My hands rose in response, and I tried to push him away with all my might, but the more I wiggled, the closer he pulled me to him.

"Why are you torturing me like this? I thought you were a good man" I said when I was tired of all the struggles and I was sure that I couldn't overpower him. I was frustrated and exhausted completely.

"You were not wrong, though" he replied calmly, but his actions were completely different from his words.

A sharp cry escaped my lips as his hand on my waist made its way under my top and pinched my skin, the pressure was ruthless, as he even twisted my skin, causing a surge of pain to radiate through me. A gasp escaped my lips, and my hands that had been resting on his chest dropped down instinctively, desperately attempting to pry his hand away. But his grip remained unyielding, refusing to budge even a fraction, his expressions pain. He was holding me against himself like a python coil.

"You are hurting me!" I cried out.

"I haven't seen started yet, and you are already complaining" he squeezed it even tighter if possible, "Huh?"

Leave me!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and tried to wiggle out of his python grip, but it did not affect him, he held me tightly against himself.

There was no doubt about why he was my crush. He is absolutely stunning, with a chiseled jawline, a flawlessly shaped nose, plump and inviting lips, and eyes of deep green framed by thick, captivating lashes. But now, whenever I see his face, all I can think of his my brother, and I could see nothing else but a murderer in him.

He hoisted me up with one arm, exhibiting his strength, and tossed me on the bed. It took me a moment to realise what he had done because I half expected him to be throwing me on the floor.

I was disheveled I took hold of myself immediately because I didn't have time to waste.

My gaze returned to him, his eyes filled with lust. When his fingers moved up to unbutton his shirt.

"Please" I almost cried.

But my cries did not have any effect on him as he came to the with firm determination in his that nothing was going to stop him from ruining me today.