The scent of a man strong and commanding, laced with an air of prestige filled the room. I turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to hear my name being called, but there was only silence.
My brows furrowed as unease crept in. For a moment, I shut my eyes again, convincing myself it was one of those strange dreams I used to have as a child.
But then, something felt off.
A few seconds later, I forced my eyes open and froze. A man stood before me, staring down with a smirk on his face. Before I could react, a sharp, deafening bang echoed in my head, followed by a splitting headache.
How did I end up here? What happened?
My name is Kathy. I am my mother's only child but the fifth among my father's numerous children. I tried to sit up, to move, to run but then I noticed something even more terrifying. I wasn't wearing my dress.
No. No, no, no.
Panic shot through me like ice. I struggled to make sense of the situation, my mind racing back to the last thing I remembered. A day before, I had gone grocery shopping for my father's new wife. She had spat on the ground, muttering something under her breath about how long I should take. But now… I wasn't home. I wasn't even in my clothes. I was in a strange man's bed, wearing what seemed to be his shirt.
I tried to speak, to demand answers, but my throat tightened, my words refusing to form.
Then, he spoke.
"My name is Andrew," he said smoothly, his voice eerily calm. "And I'm your owner now."
The room turned colder.
A cruel grin spread across his face as he leaned in slightly. "Don't look so surprised. Your father sold you to me as repayment for a bet he lost two years ago. He never paid up. So now… you belong to me."
A shiver ran down my spine.
Then came his final words soft, deliberate, chilling.
"I didn't touch you," he murmured. "But I will."