Chapter 6

• Chapter 6
• Abby’s POV
• After I come down from my orgasm high, the same kicks in. ‘How could I allow myself to be that vulnerable in front of him? I can’t get involved with this man. If I do, I will end up living a life like my mother did, and that is something that I won’t let happen. I don’t want my kids growing up in fear like I did. As long as I can remember my dad has dictated everything. Where I went, who I was friends with, what I ate, and now who I marry. I want freedom! To be able to go where I want and with whom ever, I choose to go with. I have never understood the mafia’s way of thinking. In the eyes of all the mad men, us women are nothing but bargaining chips. Something they can use to form an alliance with another family. We cannot even leave the house without our husband’s permission. Are worth depends on how many sons we can give them. We’re not supposed to even talk to other men, yet they can sleep around with any whore that will spread their legs for them. I have to find some way to get out of the grasp of my papa and my fiancée. Jose wants this marriage no more than I do. Probably less if I am being honest. I wonder if we could come to some kind of agreement. Maybe he would be willing to let me escape, as long as it didn’t make him look week. I just need to discuss it with him. I mean what could it hurt to try.’
• Jose walks out of the bathroom, and it takes me a minute to register that he is back and now standing over me like a creep. I’m still laying on the couch on my stomach. When I peek up towards his face, I take in the same hateful glare that I saw earlier. ‘Great now he is back to being pissed again. What a damn Drama Queen.’ I advert my eyes to the floor, not really wanting to push him any further. After a couple of minutes pass by, and he still hasn’t said a word to me. I take it upon myself to strike up the conversation. “Jose why are you doing this? You do not want to marry me. If you would just help me escape then I would run as far away from this place as possible. You would be free to be with whoever you want.”
• That is all I get out, before I find myself in the same position as I was in before. Jose’s glares at me, and his words hold a matter-of-fact type of tone, that has me shivering. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear here, my little runner. You, and I will be married. Both of our parents agree with me, about the wedding being sooner rather than later. You have already tried to leave once, and there isn’t any doubt in my mind that you will indeed try again. So, in five days you will be rightfully handed over to me. And let me tell you one thing my little runner, I can’t wait until I shove my dick inside of you popping your sweet little cherry. I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard that you will pass out from all the enjoyment. This marriage can go one of two ways. The first is you listen and follow my rules. Then I can promise that you will be well cared for and protected by me, and my whole family. As long as you obey me, we can have a peaceful life together. The second is you keep doing exactly what you have been doing, not listening or heeding my demands. Then I can promise a life of suffering. I will keep you locked up in my bedroom, only bringing you out during social events. And you will continue to get punishments for your defiance. Don’t force me to be the monster that you are so scared of. You are always going on about not being able to make your own choices, well that phrase no longer holds true. Because I am letting you pick which path you want to go down. Myself it really doesn’t matter which choice you make, because either way is a win, win for me. Both options end with me you fully belonging to me. I will own all of your sexy body. I have big plans on what I want to do with every inch of your being. Some of it will pleasure you, while some might cause you pain. The fun part is that you won’t be able to do anything to stop me. Go ahead and get comfortable, because you won’t be leaving this penthouse until the day comes that we say I do. Now I have some business to attend to. I will see you in the morning hopefully. I won’t be back before then. You better be on your best behavior my little runner.”
• After kissing me on the top of my head and spinning around on his heels Jose makes toward the front door. I begin to panic not wanting to stay here I follow after him. “Wait please what do you mean I won’t be leaving here. I want to go home to speak with my mother!” He pauses his gait and turns to look at me. With a big smile on his face, he tells me, “You won’t be going home ever again. Your father doesn’t want you back. You are to stay here while our mothers finish arranging our wedding. You will have no contact to anyone other than me. Now be a good little girl and behave.”
• Knowing there isn’t anything I can say or do to make him change his mind, I twirl around and head back to the couch. When I plop down the sting from my ass makes me yelp out loud. As I sit there, I come to terms that I have actually fucked up my life more than it already was. All I can do is cry and wish I wasn’t alone. My gut is screaming out at me to get use to the solidary because this is how I will spend most of my days. Locked up in this hell hole with no one around me. I’ll be deprived of human contact. I don’t want to live like this. The only way out is death, which is something that I cannot do. I never have had the guts to take my own life. I finally fall asleep when I have no energy left.