Page 10 of Outlaw's Prize

CHAPTERFOUR

Everleigh

"I want you in this in the next fifteen minutes. We are going out."

I don’t see him, but I don’t have to, just hearing that Italian accent makes my blood boil in anger and contempt.

I feel a light fabric, followed by a much heavier one land on the bed that I’m laying on as the door shuts.

I’m curled up on my side, knees to my chest. It’s not cold in the room, I’m just afraid that this might be how the rest of my life will be. I exhale a heavy breath as I sit up. My legs, abs, and hands hurt and I can’t remember which one of the sessions made all this pain. It all runs together. I can’t dwell on it, I’m not allowed to dwell on anything, except what he wants.

My eyes land on the unfamiliar dress and black high heels. I lift the dress up to have a better look. It’s black, just like he likes it, with a matching thong. It has a v neck with black lace across the chest area, with spaghetti straps. It flares out below the waist and it at least goes to my knees. It looks like something you might wear on a date night—in the bedroom. But if I don’t wear it, he will be angry.

“I’m going out in this?” I know I don’t have a choice, but it makes me sick that he’s taking me out in something that shows so much skin.

I know he won’t wait long, so I change and curl my hair, apply my makeup like he likes it, and then sit on the bed to wait. The only jewelry I have on are the earrings he gave me. That’s all he’ll allow me to wear. I don’t have to apply much makeup unless there is a bruise.

The dress makes me feel exposed, I try to rearrange my hair to cover my breasts, but it’s not enough. I’m usually naked all the time, he never lets me wear clothes, unless he picks them for me. If I refuse, I’m usually whipped until I comply. It’s just easier to comply.

The door flies open, but I keep my eyes down, just like he likes, until he talks.

“Stand and turn.” I reluctantly obey his lust-filled voice. My hope is he won’t do anything before leaving. I’ve also wished for death as well.

I catch a glimpse of him as I turn for him. He’s in a black suit, which looks good on him. Everything looks good on him and he knows it. He stalks towards me and pushes my hair behind my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

“That’s more like it,” he says in a low voice, staring at my chest.

"Where are we going?" I dare to ask.

“That’s not your concern, you know your place. Just know it’s somewhere fun,” he says, kissing me on the cheek. It’s a warning for my punishment to come, for asking him a question.

He offers me his hand and I take it, knowing what will happen if I don’t.

“Isn’t it cold outside? Should I put on a sweater?” I ask softly.

“You won’t be needing a sweater. I don’t want you covered up,” he snaps.

"Isn't it cold out there? I think I should put on a sweater," I softly say as he leads me out.

It's going to be a long night. I hope at least our destination is indoors.

I keep my eyes on the floor as we walk out, a floor I’ve come to know and loathe. I wish I never met him.

One of his men opens the door for us and the cold breeze hits me, but it feels heavenly. I wish I could sit outside on the back patio and read in weather like this. But I never get what I want, I’m used to that by now.

Today, we’re riding in the limo, must be a fancy event or he just wants to look important. I hope it’s not formal. All those people in evening wear and I’ll look like a slut. I guess I am, I service him whenever he wants.

I watch as he slides into the seat next to me. He is good looking, I’ll give him that, but he’s horrible. No one would know he’s in his fifties, guess all those morning workouts pay off. I mean when he works me out, and not in a good way.

I stare out the window, taking in the scenery. I don’t go out—hardly ever. When I do, I take it all in, in hopes that someday I might escape. Doubtful, but a girl can hope.

"Is everything in place?" he asks through the phone, gaining my attention.

"Good, I want everything to go as planned. No mistakes." Hearing such words makes me shiver. This man is capable of anything, and I don't like not knowing what he is up to.

"Relax, darling. The plans are not for you. I mean I do have something planned for us but that is when we get back," he assures me, having noticed my worried look.

Ten minutes later, a gang of riders surround us. I gasp and immediately look at him hoping he knows what is going on or he has a way thought out already. Who knows what these scary men would do to me if they got a hold of me half naked?

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