Sophia

I was sitting on his bed sulking over the drastic turn of events. I had so many thoughts going inside me. Why was he giving me so many comforts? I am just a whore he picked at an auction, yet he let me share his room.

Even with everything he has given me I do not want to stay here. Maybe because I know there is a price I had to pay for all this. I was crying silently when I heard a knock. I knew he wouldn't knock to enter his own room.

I opened the door and there was Alysia "Signorina I brought your lunch. Would you like to have the tour of the house after you have lunch?" "Thank you but I'm not hungry and if it's not a problem I would like to stay here only." I replied, I have no interest in having a tour of my new prison. No matter it is made of gold its still a cage. "Oh" she said a bit dishearten "Please take this tray at least, eat it when you feel like it." She said with such a soft smile I couldn't say no to her and took the tray. "Thanks" I said as I closed the door and kept the tray at bed side chest.

I didn't know where the day went. I spent the whole day in bed crying and watching some stupid TV show when the door flew open and he came. I stood up from the bed. Why God, why is he back so early?

He looked at me while I looked down at the floor. "You liked the house?" He asked me. He had to know that I didn't take the tour yet he is asking me. I so want to ignore but he scares me so much to take a chance at disrespecting him. I shook my head in a no and said "I-I didn't take the t-tour", I replied. He kept quite for what seems to me like ages as I was waiting for my punishment for defying him. Why is he not saying anything? "Get dressed, you and I are going out for dinner". I looked at him shocked. "Go on get ready you have fifteen minutes meet me downstairs." He said snapping his fingers. I moved towards the closet. "W-what should I wear" I asked him before opening the closet. "Whatever you like in here" he passed me opening the closet, he took out his clothes and left the closet. I looked around for the first time in the closet. It had almost all kinds of clothes. They were all expensive and designer dresses, even the everyday casuals, appeared so exclusive they must be so expensive. I gasped as I saw the number of shoes, I have never seen so many shoes at once. I looked on the opposite and a blushed crept on my cheeks when I saw the lingerie section. Then there was a knock on the closet door and I heard "Five minutes are already gone, make sure you are down in ten". I heard him saying and then I heard bedroom's door shut. He was angry I know and he is trying hard to control his anger.

I took the first dress in hand and started changing. Every dress here is anyway good than any I could ever imagine. I wore a golden full length dress. It is sleeveless with a light halter neck. It's a body con dress with knee length slit at left leg. I am hoping wherever he is taking me it could do the justice. I did light makeup and let my hair down, because he likes it that way. I wore which I figured is a comfortable pair of wedges. I hope they do not kill my feet like those red heels I had on when I came here.

Looking at the wall clock I practically ran down the stairs trying not to anger him and in my haste I didn't see and bust into a wall and I was falling backwards when a strong pair of hands hold me with my waist and that's when I realized I didn't hit a wall I busted into Don. "I am so sorry, I am really sorry I didn't see you. I am sorry Don" I was apologizing uncontrollably as we stood I was so scared that I might added ignition in already burning anger. "Hey, relax it's ok. Are you ok? Are you hurt somewhere?" he asked with care looking at my body. I shook my head in a no and he nodded and motioned me to follow him. He was looking so breathtaking hot in his black suit jacket and blue jeans. He paired it with a white shirt.

As we reached the door his car was already waiting with the driver. Wow I haven't seen such a luxurious car before it looked so much like him I guess. I read the brand it say Aston Martin. He took the keys from his driver, to my surprise he will be driving himself, that's strange. he opened the door for me, and I scoffed, at bit too loudly. "What was that?" He asked me as he sat in the driver's seat. "N-nothing". I said with my head down. "No, you scoffed, what was that about". "N-nothing , I really didn't mean to. I-." "But you did and I am asking why, so tell me why?" He interrupted me with his impatient temper rising tone. The tone that makes me wonder that I will end up having a bullet wound. "I just don't believe in chivalry, it just seems hypocrite to me, I-I am sorry I didn't mean disrespect to you". He looked at me and said nothing. Wow now he doesn't have to say anything, why was he asking me then?

We drove in silence with music blasting from the car stereo. We halted in front of some extravagant restaurant. I couldn't spell the name only. He got down gave his keys to valet who saluted him. I was still sitting in the car, didn't know what to do as he turned from a bit distance and said "What, you want chivalry now" tauntingly. I smiled a bit and shook my head as I got down the car. I smiled, that felt strange even to me. I followed him and a pretty hostess took us to our seats. It was a garden type set up and there was only our table. It was all beautiful. The table was surrounded by big trees and there was minimal lighting yet it wasn't dark. Not cheesy romantic but pleasant and cozy. "This place is beautiful" I wondered as we sat across each other. Almost immediately a server approached us and greeted Don with a bow and gave us menus. Don has given him the order for drinks and took the menu from him. I was shuffling the menu not able to understand what is written. Is it even English?

"So, Princess decided anything yet, what would you like to eat?" Don asked me, Princess, that word it brought back all the memories I want to burry deep down, I am not a princess I am a slave and I need to remember that. Why does he has to call me princess? He waived his hand in front of me as I got lost "Earth to Sophia" he said, "umm-whatever you say?" I answered him politely closing the menu. Before he could say something the server came back with a bottle of Dom's champagne and served our drinks. Don gave him our food order and he left.

"P-please don't call me Princess" I requested however, terrified saying but I had to tell him I don't want to listen this name. He looked at me with a raised brow as if contemplating why I said what I said, please don't ask why, please don't ask why I was mumbling inside. "I can call you what I want" He said blankly and I nodded and looked down it felt like a pain inside, what was I expecting, anyways. "But since this is the first thing you asked me I will give it to you, I won't call you princess." He said, and I was so relived "Thank you". I know if he wanted he can know everything about my past in a phone call but I don't want anyone to know anything about those hell years of my God forsaken life that's why I asked Marc to ensure that whosoever buys knows I do not want any prying so they do not go on digging information. I am sure Marc must have told this to Don, because he himself played a vital role in making that hell but then its Don, he cannot stop him too, if he wants. However, what interest does he have in his slave girl's past life, I am sure it won't matter and right now I am just relived that he understood my request.

"W-Why is there only our table here?" I finally gathered the courage to ask the question that was bugging me since we came here. Also that awkward silence was killing me. "Because I own this place, and they know I don't to like be disturbed. Woah he own this place. "Oh" is all I could manage to reply.

"Sophia I understand your life has taken an unwanted turn. I know you are not here by your choice. I understand the recent changes in your life must be overwhelming for you. I

know you are scared". I didn't expect him to say this but he seems genuine. He meant what he said. I didn't reply, however, I didn't know what to say. "But I want you to try. There is no escape for you. I want you to understand the seriousness of the fact that you are not leaving" he said leaning forward on the table. I swallowed, I know how confident he is on this that is why he brought me in public because he knows I wouldn't dare to try anything even though I have chances that's how scared I am of him and he knows. Or he is that confident I will fail if I try but wouldn't it be a cheating to myself if I don't even try.

I was taking in what he is saying. He didn't seem such a monster right now. He seem someone who care. His eyes has honesty in them. He made it seem like he wanted to keep me forever but Marc said buyers do not keep the whores they buy forever, just until they are useful in their eyes. "Yo-you say it like this is for-forever?" I said more like asked. "What do you think this is?" He asked. "M-Marc said yo-you will se-sell me to another when you are done. He tol-told that buyers return the wh-whores or sell them to som-someone else when they get bored of them". I said with shaking voice, in a way hating the fact that I will be sold further or worst returned to Marc like a used toy.

"I don't fucking care what Marc said" he said banging the table with his fist. I jumped a bit and he closed his eyes trying to calm down a bit. He held my hand and I flinched a but he kept his hold it and said in a softer tone "Listen I don't know what Marc has told you or how he has trained you and it's better if you forget about it too. Just remember what I say to you." He brushed my knuckles lightly with him thumb and said "Give it a chance, Sophia that house will be your home or your cage, depends on how you want it" he said looking me in the eyes. My home even the concept seems a stranger to me. I felt a sense of belongingness after a long time. I smiled at him and his thumb on my cheek made me realize a tear has dropped. "And Doll just to answer you, regarding selling you or returning you to Marc" he said holding my face with one hand still holding the other "The day I will be done with you, will be the day I will kill you". My eyes went wide on his comment. His eyes were saying he wasn't joking. He was serious and every word he said he meant it. He will kill me, like literally. I don't know how to process something like this. My life span now depends on how long I keep him happy. I gulped with fear I didn't know what to say I mean what can you say when you hear something like this?

Our food came and I blurted "It's Chinese" "Are you allergic to Chinese food or you don't like it?" he asked looking puzzled at my statement. "N-No b-but you are Italian, I guessed we will be having Italian food". He chuckled at my comment and said "Well, I am Italian but I like Chinese food and our chef really cook better Chinese than Italian" I smiled at my own stupidity. "So do you like Chinese food?" He asked as we started eating. "I-I-I actually don't have much preference, I-I can eat" because till now having food used to be enough for me. The air got thick a bit "But I'm sure I can cook this better than your chef" I said to lighten the mood. "Really! You can cook? I didn't see that coming". He said with a surprise. I blushed a bit. "Well I would like to taste your cooking then." He doesn't seem so bad, maybe he is right maybe I can try. What option do I have? I mean he just made it clear that I am breathing only until he is pleased with me. I sighed.

We had our food and he asked "Any favorite dessert?" I shook my head in no and said "Whatever you like". "Well, the dessert I like cannot come from their kitchen" I know what he meant and it made me blush hard. I am sure I must be beet red right now. He gave me his ever present smirk. "Do you like ice creams?" I haven't eaten ice cream in a while "I used to like them when I was a kid" I said. He took my hand said "come with me". He took me with him with childlike chuckle.

We came to this small ice cream parlor in a small market. It's sweet and cozy looking small café with lime green décor. Has very little sitting. Seems like a sweet little place. "They have the best ice cream in whole New York" he said with an excitement in his tone. I let out a small laugh, I can't believe Don has a side like this.

He asked me to select from the menu "umm....c-can I have a cherry popsicle?" I asked with a bit of an embarrassment. And he let out a laugh "Seriously out of all the ice creams you want that" "I used to love it as a kid and it's been years I had that, I can have any other too I mean whatever you like". I said trying to cover up my stupidity I mean c'mon what must be he thinking he brought me out for the first time and this is what I ordered. How will I ever match his class?

"Dorota, Two cherry popsicles please " I heard him ordering to the ice cream lady standing behind the counter. I looked at him surprised he ordered the same ice cream as me. "You don't have to do that Don. I mean you can order what you like. We can have whatever you like " I said "I can have my favorite ice cream all the time. I want to know what it takes to be your favorite" I couldn't say anything to him. It is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I smiled and looked down. And at the same time Dorota brought our ice-creams. Don paid her and we ate as we walked towards the car which is parked at a distance.

"Hmmm....well you kind of reminded me of my childhood. And I see why you wanted this. Life was better when we were kids, right?" His words were so simple yet so deep. I nodded at him because yes he was right, life was much simple when we were kids. "And I see how the taste can grow up on you." he said while he eats and I know he is not just saying it just for me. He meant it. I smiled. "you should smile more, you have a beautiful smile. It brings out your big eyes" I blushed and looked away. "You should blush more often too, it brings the sparkle in your eyes" I was too shocked to reply I was feeling good after a long time.

We reached home and as we entered our room he took off his jacket and shirt casually throwing it on the floor just like last night. I picked them up as he poured himself a glass of bourbon. "Thank you Don" I said to him "for what" he asked as he took his sip. "For tonight" "Tonight is not over" he said with his smirk and I felt that fear again. He gulped down his whiskey in one sip and walked towards me. I took step backwards as he took steps towards me. Until my back was at the door and he caged me by bringing his arms both my sides. I swallowed in fear. "I told you I reward obedience and loyalty and punish defiance" I think I started to tremble as his fingers put a strand of my hair behind my ear. "And you Doll was very good tonight so I think you should be rewarded for that." "P-please don't hurt me Don" I pleaded him. "Shhh...he kept his finger on by lips then he leaned down and kissed my lips softly. "Mio Amore your reward for being good is you don't have to spend the night with me" he said with a hint of displeasure and opened the door behind me and left. Startled I was standing shocked there. I was confused. I went to the bar pour myself his whiskey in his glass and drank in one shot. It burned my throat like son of a bitch, like what is so great in this that he drinks all the time. I poured myself another one and drank that too in one shot. It still burned. I kept his suit jacket carefully on the arm chair at his desk and got ready for bed wearing his shirt.

I laid on the bed tossing and turning I couldn't fall asleep. I thought about tonight. I thought what he said to me about making this house my home. I thought about how he stated that he will kill me. I remembered last night. I thought about this morning. Everything was complex for me. Why did he had to leave? I took his pillow, it smelled like him. Do I really want him here. Uggghhh this is all so confusing. I hugged that pillow and tried to think something else, anything but not him.

My mind went back to my childhood where me and Chuck used to fight for these popsicles. I slowly drifted to sleep remembering my little brother Chuck.