Sold to Moretti Mafia

Fallon

As badly as I don’t want to take the pill, I know there is no way around this. It’s the pill or something far worse, and I’m not ready to go down that path. I’ll have to pick my battles, and this one isn’t worth fighting over.

Defeated, I pick up the white oval pill and place it against my tongue and swallow it down with nearly the entire glass of water. Markus watches me, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

“Now, get on the bed on your knees, and put your hands behind your back.”

I hesitate for a few seconds, but the deep growl rumbling in his chest has my legs moving a second later. I climb on the bed and crawl across it, coming to rest on my knees like he instructed with my hands behind my back. The position is uncomfortable and will make for restless sleeping, but again it’s this or… I think back to what he said in the car-a dark, cold cell.

The air shifts with every move Markus makes, and I think I could feel him behind me even if I couldn’t hear his footsteps approaching. I dare to sneak a peek over my shoulder and find he is holding a rope instead of the chains. That makes me feel a little better.

It might not be comfortable having my hands tied behind my back all night, but it will certainly be better with the rope than metal cuffs, a collar, and chains.

“Eyes to the front,” he barks when he notices I’m watching, and my head snaps back like my body is already used to being ordered around.

He wraps the rope around my wrists a few times, looping it in between, and then he tightens it somehow. The rope digs into my already tender flesh, but I bite my tongue to prevent the groan from escaping. This is not the time to complain.

I need to be smart about this. I need to make sure I don’t anger or annoy him. And most importantly, I need to earn his trust. That’s my only chance of getting out of here.

He latches onto my upper arms from behind and lowers me to the mattress, so my head is on the pillow, and I’m lying on my side.

A moment later, the light turns off, and the room descends into complete darkness. Panic seizes me the second the space goes dark. My eyes are wide open, but I can’t see a thing. In a flash, I’m back in that cell… alone, and cold, so fucking cold. My heart races as I hear Markus move around the room. Somehow, his presence is the only thing keeping me from going off the cliff and diving headfirst into a panic attack.

The bed dips, and I can feel him climbing into bed, lying down in the spot next to me.

Our bodies aren’t touching, but I can still feel him, his body heat radiating toward me. I can smell the thick manly scent of his cologne and hear the even rhythm of his breathing.

I’m not alone. I’m not in the cell. I keep telling myself until I’m calm again. Ironically, I’m not much safer now, but somehow it feels safer. I guess after being isolated and alone, even the company of a criminal is better than nothing.

Wiggling my body a few inches, I try to get comfortable enough to go to sleep, but the movement only makes it worse. I wonder if he would consider restraining me in a different way?

“Is there any way you could loosen the rope?” I ask before I can stop myself.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“No,” he answers gruffly.

A moment of silence passes between us, and another million-dollar question is burning on the edge of my tongue. Like the idiot I am, I ask, “Don’t you want… you know, to have sex?”

He sighs, almost as if he’s annoyed by my presence, which makes no sense to me. He bought me to have me here, and yet he is annoyed that I’m speaking or even alive, it seems.

“Not tonight, but don’t worry, soon you’ll be on your back, begging and pleading for me to stop. Now, if you’re smart, you’ll shut up and go to sleep.”

I don’t ask any more dumb questions after that. My eyes drift closed, and I force myself to go to sleep. I’m tired, exhausted as hell. Problem is, I’m too damn uncomfortable and scared to even think about sleeping.

Minutes pass slowly, and I’m about to beg him to untie me, anything to ease the ache in my shoulders, but I don’t.

That thought is slowly being washed away and replaced by a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through my veins. The pain in my limbs eases, slowly seeping out like venom until it’s completely gone. Weightless like a cloud, I think my body might float away into the night sky. Only for a brief moment do I realize I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

I should be scared and in pain, but I’m none of those things.

“What did you give me?” I mumble, but I’m not sure if the words actually come out right.

“Go to sleep,” he growls, without an explanation. And this time, I do.