I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not that girl, Soul. I'm sick of your shit. I'm sick of being a punch bag. At least I get to go out knowing my mates loved me. That's all I could really hope for."
Soul sends a whacking hand around my face at such speed.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that bitch! I am your master now and you will do as I say!"
I bite the inside of my cheek. "Oh yeah, or what?" I retort angrily.
"BRING THEM IN!" He roars with a grin on his face.
Through the doorway, two strong looking and smelling rogues drag in the injured bodies of my mates.
"Noo!" I gasp in shock.
"Ohhh yes! If you continue to back chat me, they..." He points to my mates. "...will take the brunt. So I'd bite that delectable tongue of yours, Miss Bathas."
Slowly, Soul stalks towards me with a chilling look on his face. He kneels down before me. I'm handcuffed and naked, so I can't defend myself.