Chapter 3: Meeting Him

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Chapter 3: Meeting him

Harley's POV

I woke up locked in a basement looking room.

The cement walls got boring to look at real quick

I tried to move, but whatever drug my father gave still hadn't worn off yet, the only thing I could move was my eyes, every part of my body felt as if I had metal chains pulling everything down so I couldn't move

I waited for what felt like hours to regain my body movement back, I tried to walk but it was as if it was the first time I have ever done so

I decided it was best if I sat on the cold cement ground and count all the cracks along the wall as it was the only thing to keep my mind busy

Not long after counting 57 cracks along the walls I heard man talking outside the room

All I could hear was one man saying "It's a pleasure doing business with you, sir."

I had no idea what that meant as to why I'm here

I waited  for what seemed like 1 hour to listened to multiple males talking outside until I heard footsteps echoing closer to my door, I tried scrambling towards the Corner of the room as if that did anything

I then heard keys turning the lock on the door open

The door flung towards me as I saw 3 large built men walking around me with a rope and started tying it around my hands.

I screamed at them on the top of my lungs "what the hell are you bastards doing to me and why am I fucking here?"

I regretted saying that as one of them started to tie the rope really tight which was definitely going to leave more purple bruises then I already had.

Two of the large men went out of the room down one of the many corridors as the last one grabbed me from the floor with his massive muscular hands and pretty much dragged me to a new room as I wasn't going to give up without a fight.                                                                                          I was yelling and screaming cuss words at them in spanish and english  "vete a la mierda perra" (fuck you bitch) "pendejos" (assholes) "Hey, get your grubby fucking hands off me"

After a while of being pushed and shoved around here and there down twisty and turny hall ways around this dungen like looking place I had enough and finally gave up                                         "It was about time you fucking shut your mouth" The man dragging me gritted through his teeth, I decided since the thought of possible being murdered by serial killers wasn't  in my stupid brain I thought why not annoy him even more or get more information out of him                  "So what's your name"  I asked bluntly cause why not but turns out this simple question pissed this wack ass dude off.                                                         

I was shoved into this confined room and  tied down to a chair with my hands still tied, none of the random built men trusted me which is very smart on their behalf  I don't even trust myself but that doesn't help me at all in getting out of this fucked up situation.

I still couldn't figure out why my father sold me and to who cause apparently no one likes to tell me anything  

I finally noticed what I was wearing as I was shivering from the freezing cold room                               I was in this red lace Lingerie with a mesh transparent black dress and big stiletto red heels            I looked as if I was a stripper or prostitute, I shrieked in horror                                                                 "What the hell am I wearing!!!"                                                                                                                                 My mind started to think about who dressed me in these hideous clothes                                            I'm pretty numb to feelings as all my life I have and to deal with pretty traumatic shit but I just felt ashamed I didn't do more when I could have done so much                                                                      I this stage I think I was driving myself insane from being around nothing but concrete walls, I just want and feel like some weed to smoke right now but instead I'm tied to a fucking chair 

I heard a person walk into the room

Their presence  sent shivers down my spine, from just them entering, tension filled with dominance, danger, and power. I knew whoever entered the room has the answers to my questions.

I watched a tall  built man about 6 foot something with brown hair and emerald green eyes stare back at me. He had tattoos all over him with minimal jewellery including a gold Rolex and a gold plain ring carved with the word Zhizni, I realised that was in Russian and knowing how to write, speak, and read this language made it pretty easy to know what it said, Zhizni means life but why would a man that screams power and danger have the word life carved into a ring?

This confused me even more and made me have more questions then I had before.

The man finally spoke after 3 mins of being in here and staring at me

"My men told me you were difficult to deal with."

He had this angelic, cold, husky voice that made me want to hear him all day, you could clearly here his Russian accent when he spoke.

I responded to him with "Well why would I make it easy for random man to just take me to who knows where"

"oh, and by the way, Who the fuck are you"

He stayed calm even though I was trying so much to be a bitch and get a reaction from him  as if he was expecting it

"Well Harley, if your that curious my name is Gabriel Belsky"

He responds to me as if I meant to know him even though we only just met "You say your name as if I'm meant to know it or something"

"Well that's a first" he says while re-adjusting his position on the other side of the table, opposite to where I'm tied to a chair

"I'm still confused to why I'm here, in this basement like place"

He smiles his devilish like smile

"Well, clearly you have no idea what your father has done, so I guess I have to tell you everything from the start."