Chapter 3 Going To His House

• The man quickly immobilizes me, making me spin so fast that I feel dizzy, but before I can even recover from the dizziness, he spanks me, stealing my breath.
• "Behave, little one. Let me first heal your wounds and then you can throw your tantrum like a spoiled child," the man says as he runs something wet over one of my injured hands.
• Although I try to resist, the gentle touch combined with his firm grip makes the pain more bearable, so I turn and let him tend to my wounds, while mentally cursing him.
• After all, I can't hit my enemy or insult him when I don't know where he's taking me or how many people are following us.
• "What do you want?" I ask.
• "To heal your wounds. I promised your father I would protect you, and I have failed in record time. Which, I do not like at all," he says.
• "Why should I marry you? If you like me, you're not the first to feel this way about me, but that doesn't mean I have to marry you."
• "I did not ask your father for this, if that's what you think. It was he who came today asking me to marry you."
• "It's not possible," I whisper, stunned.
• "You should ask him for the reasons. What I want you to know is that I have accepted, and as the deal is already made, it will happen. So, I ask you again, do you want to make this pleasant or take the long and annoying road?"
• "I will not marry you."
• The man nods, but it's clear he doesn't care. So, I bite my lower lip feeling upset because it seems that neither he nor my father care about my discontent with this.
• "Then you have chosen the long road," he says as the car stops.
• He immediately gets out and opens a door that looks like an elevator. I look around and realize we are in a somewhat familiar garage. So, I enter the elevator, which closes behind me.
• "Surely my father thought better of things when he saw me leave. I'm glad you brought me here, now I will be the one to have fun and feel satisfied when my father kicks you out of our lives," I say firmly.
• The man beside me smiles but doesn't say anything. Instead, as soon as the metal door opens, he starts taking off his wet clothes. I freeze as soon as I step out of the elevator because even though the garage looks very similar to the elevator, it's not my home.
• "Where are we?" I ask.
• "A place where you will have fun and feel satisfied. What you didn't tell me is whether you will feel all that on your own or if you need my help," the man says, taking off his button-up shirt to reveal a body covered in many lines that clearly show he exercises a lot.
• Quickly, I cover my eyes and turn away, knowing it's not polite to look at someone's naked body without their consent.
• "You don't need to turn away. After all, you will see and touch it when we are husband and wife, Day," the man says behind me.
• "Stop talking nonsense and take me home," I order.
• From one moment to the next, I stop hearing his voice and that scares me. So, I look around without having the courage to turn around. Only when something falls on my head, do I scream and feeling something strong behind me, I throw myself at his body, clinging like an animal to his torso.
• "Don't scream, I just threw clothes at you. Go change before you catch a cold and stay away from me. If you seduce me like that, I don't think I can wait for our wedding night," the man says, and immediately I move away from his body as if it were burning.
• As soon as I do, the towel covering his body falls off and I must see something large being held captive by underwear that seems to have something dangerous inside.
• "And I'm the pervert," the man mocks before leaving, while I cover my eyes in embarrassment.
• "You did that on purpose," I shout, annoyed.
• "I've already told your father that you're at my house. So, listen, he won't come to pick you up and he forbade me from sending you home. So, if you want to leave, go on your own."
• "But before you do, I want you to be clear about where we are. My house is located in Inferno. Good luck finding transportation. But if, by some twist of fate, you can't leave, there are fifteen rooms in my house, choose one. I'll go work out, little one," the man says, and then disappears as if nothing happened.
• "This must be a joke. My father can't just leave me stranded like this. He knows I won't be able to leave unless someone authorized by the property owner comes," I say as the puddle of water under my feet grows larger from the drops of water dripping from my clothes.
• "What a great first birthday as an adult I've had," I tell myself mentally, shivering.
• Although I can't complain, I had an excellent view that not even the most athletic person in college has, and that makes my bad night a little less bad.
• "What are you thinking, Day?" I say, hitting my head. "I've lost all trace of sanity."
• The imposing house greets me, and for that reason, I must move quickly. It's best to put on dry clothes and then think about how to leave. Because it's clear that I can't stay in a stranger's house.
• Quickly, I find a room, where I enter and immediately shower and dress in dry clothes to be able to leave. When I'm in the room finishing getting dressed, the phone rings and I answer hoping to ask for help.
• "Hello?"
• "Day," says my father.
• "Daddy," I say and start crying for everything that's happening to me.
• "Don't cry. All of this is for your own good. I have to go on an important trip, so go to all the appointments to organize your wedding. Two weeks go by quickly, and that's why I need you to hurry."
• "Daddy, come pick me up."
• "Stay there. I don't want you to be alone at home. Day, be obedient, I need you to be, and that's why I'm going to freeze all your accounts. Only when you marry him, can you use them moderately. I love you, daughter, and I'm sorry," my father says, hanging up the call, making me scream and cry without stopping.
• "This can't be happening to me," I tell myself mentally.