CHAPTER FOUR: MASTER'S DESIRES

ELENA 

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"Here's your room" an elderly woman who referred to herself as Donna said as she gestured to me to enter the room. " Master will be with you shortly" she said and locked it from outside.

"Italy" I whispered to myself as I scanned the room I was in currently.

It was the complete opposite of the hotel room, stuffy with just one window, red lighting, a tiny cupboard, bathroom and table at the darker corner of the room with whips of different sizes and some other equipment I couldn't really make out hung on the wall.

Immediately goosebumps filled my body and the once stuffy room now felt so cold.

I shrugged whatever feelings that were starting to rise in me and went to sit on the bed.

As my butt touched the hard rock bed, my head went back to what happened on the plain.

….

"Why are you taking me to Italy? Please let me go, I have no idea what is going on but clearly I have nothing to offer you" I pleaded with the man that bought me. 

But he didn't answer me and simply focused on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

"Bastard" I cursed under my breath but unknowingly, he heard it and was now glaring hard down at me.

"What did you just call me?" He demanded, his voice dark and gruffy. His green pupils darker,holding this murderous glint in it.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my neck, choking it with every strength and anger in him.

I struggled under him, grasping for breath but he didn't stop, the death stare in his eyes crept me out more.

"Pleaasse" I managed to say as tears started falling off my eyes.

Few seconds went by and I could feel life slowly creeping out of me. 

"You better shut up, then you might live a little longer" 

With that he loosened his grip on my neck and went back to sit down.

It took me atleast five minutes to get myself together.

…..

I trailed my hands on my neck where he had choked me and it still burned.

This will definitely leave marks.

"Here's your food" Donna said as she threw a bowl of what looked like overcooked porridge at me, spilling some on the ground.

The sight and smell of it made me nauseous and my nose scrunched.

"You'd better eat" she said probably after noticing the look on my face. " You will need the energy"

She was right, I needed the energy. Moreover, it 's not like I had a choice and I was hungry.

"Please wait" I begged as she returned to pick up the bowl. Other bowls were in her hands too.

She stopped and turned but didn't say anything.

"Please do you know what I'm doing here?" I asked pleadingly hoping she would at least answer me.

"Master is in the best position to answer that" she answered looking straight at me with emotionless eyes 

"Please, is there a way I can leave this place? I really don't want to be here, I don't know what and why this is happening to me. Please anything please" I pleaded, drawing closer to her. Happy that at least one person could hold a conversation with me no matter how improper it is.

She was about to say something but immediately left the room in a hurry.

"Wait please" I tried hurrying after her but was stopped as I bumped into something hard.

Fear crept into me as I immediately recognised the perfume of whoms chest my head banged on.

I looked up and saw him breathing down on me with a smirk on his face but no emotions in his eyes.

"Where do you think you are going to?" He inquired, that smirk gradually turning into a frown.

"I.. I'm sorry" I stuttered as I fearfully retreated, memories of the choking on the plane and the knife incident at that place came rushing in. 

It felt like it was happening all over again, the warm blood that trickled down my throat and my grasping for breath, causing my throat to tighten up making it hard for me to breath properly.

He took steps closer to me, I tried to step back but my feets betrayed me and froze on the spot. 

" There are two rules in this place if you want to live" He said, staring down at me then at the table that's at the darker corner of the room.

"You do what I tell you to do , where I tell you to do it and with whomever or whatever I tell you to do it with". He paused and watched my scard-ass face for some seconds.

I wanted to say something but he cut me off.

"Question me and I punish you"

'Punish you' rang through my head repeatedly as I stared confusedly at him.

Punish me how?.

He looked at me like he was waiting for his statement to sink in properly.

After what seemed like a competition of stares, he turned and went to the table, picked up a whip from where it hung on the wall and turned back to me, his eyes now darker and narrower than it was seconds ago.

"Now STRIP"