“Come on Alora, don’t start disobeying me now, you won’t enjoy the consequences half as much as I will.”
She nodded hesitantly as she sat in her seat in the limo, still on the verge of a panic attack.
“Good girl,” he whispered to her, sitting beside her. She shuddered at the compliment.
“So Alora,” he said, lounging out on the seat. “There are some rules that you will need to follow, understand?”
She didn’t say anything, just stared at her feet. He grabbed her chin, turning her to face him. “I asked you a question, Alora?”
“I understand,” she said through gritted teeth, and he released her.
“Rule number one, you will do what I say, when I say, no hesitation, no questions. Rule number two, you’re body belongs to me now, no one is allowed to play with that pretty little pussy or ass other than me. Not even you. Rule number three, you will ask permission whenever you want something. You will not cum without permission. You will not leave your room without permission. You will not speak to others without permission. Do you understand?”
She looked away, out the window at the fields rolling past. They had left the city behind. She couldn’t look at him when he talked. She hated every word that came out of his mouth. She was terrified of every rule he was imposing on her. But she couldn’t help but get wet at the thought of his control. “I understand,” she whispered.
He regarded her curiously. “I’d really hoped it would take more than a spanking and edging to break you, but you seem awfully quiet compared to yesterday. She didn’t look back at him.
“I’m not broken, I just know how to pick my battles.”
He turned her to face him again, more gently this time. “Good, because I think I’ll have a lot more fun breaking you in if you speak.”
She nodded and tried to turn her head away again, but his hand wrapped around her neck and held her in place.
Her breath hitched.
…
Two years later…
Her phone rang, buzzing along the countertop, and Alora jogged over to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Alora, kneel down and crawl behind your couch.”
Her breath caught in her throat. That voice. She knew that voice. And so did her body, because it complied before her brain even realised what was happening.
“No, she whispered. “You promised.” She almost began to stand up again, desperate to regain the control she always gave up to him so willingly.
“Someone is trying to kill you Ra, this isn’t a damn power play, I’m tryna keep you out of the sniper’s scope.”
“Sniper? What the hell, who’s trying to kill me, and how did they find me?”
“Some of my guys were working for South, they made a power play and hired a few hitmen to kill you.”
“A few?”
“Yeah I already dealt with one but there’s this sniper and at least two others. You need to do exactly as I say.”
“No. I’ve been hiding from mafia men for two years, believe it or not, I learned a thing or two about protecting myself.”
“This isn’t the time to be stubborn, my men are searching the building opposite yours for the sniper right now. Just stay down until they find him.”
“I don’t have time, the door of the apartment building is always open, there could already be another hitman here.”
Alora steeled her courage, crawling to the very edge of the couch. She took a few deep breaths then rolled quickly into her bedroom, blocking herself from the window with her chest of drawers. She reached into a drawer and pulled out her gun, double-checking it was loaded before flicking off the safety.
“Is that a gun? Is someone inside already?” He said, worriedly.
“No, it’s my gun.”
“You have a gun?”
“I’m hiding from men like you, what do you think?”
He sighed and Alora ignored him, dashing for the other door in the bedroom, hiding behind it as she reached for the front door. She swung it open and walked out into the hall, glad to be safe from the sniper in the windowless corridor. She stayed low and walked hurriedly toward the stairs, gripping her gun tightly in one hand and the phone in the other.
“When I get out of here, don’t follow me, it’ll make it harder for me to lose the killers.”
“Alora you promised you’d come back if something like this happened.”
“No, I promised to come back if I need help, which I don’t. I was doing fine until your men found me through you.”
“Ra, please.”
“Don’t call me that, please,” her last word was almost a whisper. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and diverted, climbing into the dumbwaiter and lowering herself downwards. She climbed out on the ground floor, making her way to the back door and hurrying out. walking quickly to her car parked in the alley.
“I gotta drive now, so this is where we part,” she told him, climbing into the driver seat.
“Alora please, you won’t be safe alone.”
“I’m not safe with you either,” she said quietly. “Goodbye Daniel.”
“I promise I can keep you safe just come-”
She hung up before he could finish his sentence and convince her to go back. She took a deep breath and turned on the car, looking in the rearview mirror to see someone standing behind her car with a gun, she ducked and put the car into drive, speeding out of the alley as bullets shattered her windows. She turned the corner and stopped just short of a second man with a gun, flinging open the door and climbing out, firing her own gun at him, catching him in the arm before taking off down the street. She didn’t get very far before there was a searing pain in her leg and she fell to the concrete, hearing a loud gunshot ring out. It took her a few seconds to realise it was the sound of the bullet that hit her leg. She winced and started dragging herself toward the alley and off the empty street, pressing on the wound.
Another gunshot rang out and she braced herself for another wound, but it never came. She saw a familiar figure running around the corner, wielding a handgun, and her whole body tensed, in fear and hope.
“Alora!” Daniel roared, racing over to her, his eyes immediately landing on her wound. He scooped her up in his arms despite her protests, and his face was the last thing she saw before the darkness began to fill her vision.
….