Novel Square
4
Greg’s POV
I laid down on the fluffy bed, I hated it so well when she called me a demon. I mean, any one can call me that and I won’t get tensed up, but not her, no, who the hell is she to call me that?Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
She is gonna remain in there for all I please, and for all I care.
The ringtone of my phone shattered my attention, I cussed and reached out my hand to the drawer pulling it out.
Glancing at the caller ID, a soft sigh escaped my lips, it was Jones.
“Sup Mr grumpy?” Jones greeted.
Jones is my friend, he is more of a brother though.
“What’s the aim of your calling?” I asked neglecting his question.
“C’mon Gregory, it has been ages since we last spoke”, he echoed from the other end.
I scoffed.
“If you have nothing more important to say, then get off my phone”, I uttered coldly and was about terminating the call.
“Hold on bro, don’t hang up on me”, he said and I stopped in my tracks, “just wanted to ask if you got the particular girl you purchased”, he blurted.
“Yea”, I replied.
“Woah!” He exclaimed, “that means you are really hell bent on getting back at Clems huh?” He shrieked and I could feel he was smiling.
“Yes, I hate Clems, and I will use her to get back at him for all I please, I will so torture her to the last thing within me”, I echoed.
“Wow! You are really determine on getting your revenge dude”, he mumbled and I said nothing in reply.
“Are you gonna attend Nelson’s engagement party by dusk tomorrow?” He asked, digressing.
“Sure I will”, I replied, “so can I sleep now?” I questioned already getting pissed off.
“Yes, sure. Can’t wait to see you and your new prey tommorow”, he sounded and I slid to the end button not wanting to hear any more of his annoying talk.
Few minutes later, I dozed off.
Greg’s POV
…The Next Morning…
I scrambled out of the bed the minute the alarm clock rang out, and walked straight to the room where I had kept my property.
I unbolted the door and went in, only to behold her sleeping, her head was rested on the headrest of the chair I had tied her to.
Her wrist were red sore and swollen due to the effect of the cuffs, her eyes were firmly closed, there was a trace of dried tears on her cheek. She looked paled, and must have cried for the whole night.
I walked up to her.
As soon as I got to her, I ran my fingers through her face but she didn’t move, I could notice her lips trembling slightly due to the cold.
I loosened her up from the chair, gathered her in my arms and took her to the bedroom, then I laid her down on the bed and instructed the maids to mix up a warm bath for her.
Gianna’s POV
I yawned tiredly opening my eyes, as I felt my body lieing on a soft bed, softer than that of Aunt Christa.
“Uhm…, who brought me to …”, I was about asking when the reality struck me.
Instantly the memories of the previous night came flooding in.
“Oh Christ! I thought I was already dead!”, I wondered aloud and was about bursting into tears when I looked over and saw him, the young beautiful demon seated majestically on a fancy back chair, and staring hard at me.
Without saying a word he snapped his finger and the golden door was unlocked, and a set of maids walked in. Some with trays in their hands filled with clothes, shoes and jewelries.
“What the hell is happening?”, I muttered to myself, looking confusedly at him.
“Put them down”, he instructed and the maids obediently arranged the tray on the bed beside me.
“Dress me”, he ordered, making my eyes widened in utmost confusion, I was sure they were even gonna bulge out of their sockets.
I was lost, I sat quietly on the bed as I watched the maids dress up the devil.
“Is that even necessary?”, I puzzled.
“My Lady, will you mind standing up for a while?”, one of the maids walked up to me and asked, faced down.
‘What did she want?’, I thought as I obediently got down the bed and stood straight.
“Hey, don’t you dare touch her!! She is mine, her body is mine alone, she is my woman, I purchased her! I will dress her myself”, the devil shouted from where he was sitting.
I widened my eyes at his possessive statement. Maybe he is ruining insane, I can’t be his, a devil’s property, never!
He snapped his finger and instantly the maids left the room, then he turned to me with his arms behind his him.
“What cloth do you want to wear? We are going for a party”, he asked.
“Mr, that isn’t necessary I can help myself with the cloth, you really don’t have to”.
“That is nonsense! My pet will never lay her hand on anything not even in my presence”, he said.
I pursed my lips and swallowed hard, why is he always adding oil to the already burning fire?
“You don’t want to pick your choice?”, he asked staring at me like I am his prey, but I guess I now am anyway.
“But these clothes are so expensive”, I uttered sharply.
“Even my dogs eat the most expensive food, and put on designer blouses”, he proudly blurted out.
I scoffed, well I think he is a physco, a big time physco.