Chapter 1 Mia
My eyes are blown the moment i feel something cool and metal tug on my wrist. The moment my eyes open i realize im in unfamiliar room. My eyes dart around the room, it was modern.. i was kidnapped..? By who? Why?.. and most importantly where the fuck was i? I tug on my wrist again, only to find out that im cuffed to the bed, of fucking course. What did i expect? I scan my surroundings one more time, trying to find anything to free myself from the bedpost. My wrist was already bruised.
However as soon as i tugged at the cuffs for the third time ,i heard the door open and heavy footsteps approach, i freeze. I don't dare look up. Did i even want to know eho thr fuck my kidnapper is? What if it's some fuckass in his seventies about to sell me for organs? My eyes blur with tears just at the thought.
I swallow the lump in ny throat and hesitantly look up. Oh. My. God.
,,Surprised much ,cara mia?,, i barely acknowledge his words. This man... This motherfucking dickhead! It was the same man who i saw in our living room talking with my dad just a week ago. One fucking week. The question remaining was.. why kidnap me?
I shoot him a death glare, i knew I must've looked ridiculous ,still in pajamas i fell asleep in yesterday, glaring at man im staring at for the second time in my life. I tug on my wrist once more, so hard i have to hold back a wince at the pain that shoots through my whole arm. I look away from him, focusing on staring at the sheets, now not so neatly folded that I've woken up. He spoke again.
,,im sure you're wondering why you're here, it's simple ,really.,,
As he spoke i could hear him approaching the bed. My eyes remained on the bed sheets, i tugged on my wrist even harder.
,,it's useless, you're only going to hurt yourself more, cara. You better stop for your own good... Anyways, as i was saying...,,
He continued, as my fists clenchef so hard my nails were digging into my palms.
,,your father sold you to me, and .. We're officially and lawfully married. By contract of course.,,
My eyes widened, and i could swear i was very fucking close to collapsing. Did i hear that right? I knew my father was a shitty father, but sell me?.. I've never once thought he was capable of being such a dick. Though, didn't they need my signature to sign the marriage contract? But then again, with my father's intelligence, he probably copied it from my ID card or something. As this man's words dawn on me ,i finally stop tugging on my wrist, i was in shock. I suddenly didn't know whether to cry, scream ,or set this whole fucking place ablaze as soon as i could.
My jaw clenched, and a tear escaped my eye. It rolled down my cheek and eventually landed on bed. Please. Please be the first nightmare I've ever had. Please. I closed my eyes for a moment. But my little plea clearly wasn't heard because i felt a huge hand land on my shoulder, my eyes opened and i immediately turned as much as the cuffs let me. I hissed.
,, don't you fucking dare touch me!,,
For the first time, my green eyes met his stormy blue ones. He held my gaze before pulling his hand away with a quiet ,,apologies,,
,,fuck you and your apology, uncuff me ,asshole!,, i order, trying to sound as indifferent as possible, even through all i wanted was to hug myself and cry. He sold me. Sold my freedom.
