Chapter 6

• Balia was still in that position for over thirty minutes. The ropes had done a number by sinking into her skin. It hurt like crazy, and she was sure it would leave an angry mark on her skin. Her ankles felt the same way.
• She looked up to the four-poster bed at each corner, where the rope was attached to curved brass rods, strong enough that even her weight couldn't pull off.
• She was wise enough not to try to swing. It wasn't going to be to her benefit. She imagined herself turning from left to right to get the rod off. It would only make the rope sink deeper into her skin and cause her more pain.
• When she couldn't take it anymore, she began to whimper. Hot tears ran down the side of her face as she sobbed and weakly called out for someone to get her out of there. She wondered where the vile man had gone.
• Was he going to leave her here for the rest of the night? Was he going to make her his prisoner? What the hell had she gotten into tonight? She beat herself up for not apologizing when she should have. But it was useless. Nothing was going to change.
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• Senna was back in his car in no time. His driver zoomed off into the night, past high-rise buildings and neon lights. He thought of what Elio had said. He was right. He should have taken Amanda out when he could.
• But the deed has been done. What profit would it be if he beat himself up over that slight fuck up? This was a mistake he could correct, and he would make sure he did. The woman had so much dirt on them.
• The drive back to the club was quick as the road was free from vehicles. Senna decided to go into the building through the back door that was only meant for special people and discreet businesses.
• He didn't have it in him to go through the main entrance as clubbing continued. He hated noise, especially when he was upset, racking his brain, or trying to figure things out, and he was doing all three simultaneously. The club strobes and noise would only get him more upset than he already was.
• One of his associates standing by the door saw him and immediately pushed the door open. Senna walked in without sparing her a glance and walked up the steps. Thankful that the VIP suite was located on the third floor, he kept climbing till he finally got to the landing.
• He walked down the dimly lit corridors, noting the people who walked past him. These were people who had lodged at the hotel, unaware of the businesses going on here, and it had Senna wondering how things would be if it were to be made public that he was the Boss of a Mafia group.
• He finally got to his door and swiped a keycard over it. The door clicked, and he pushed it open before stepping in. And there she was, still tied to the four posts on each corner of the bed.
• He shut the door quietly and stood close to the door, leaning against the wall as he watched her. She was breathing heavily now, and her body shook with tremors. He knew she was fighting hard to remain composed, and somehow, he loved to watch her squirm. He loved the strained look on her face and the whispers that escaped her lips when she tried to be in a comfortable position— which was more than impossible.
• She was still naked. No longer sweaty from the intense strokes he had given to her. As he leaned away from the walls and drew close, he noticed the marks she had gotten from being rough-handled by him.
• "Help!" She cried out. "If you're in this room and you can help me..." Her voice died down when Senna came to stand beside her. She stared up at him, and he saw the mixture of fear and hatred swirling around her eyes. For the first time, he noticed the color of her eyes. His interest was piqued.
• It was pretty rare to see a woman with aquamarine eyes. Green and blue swirl around each other, with green hinting more on the insides. She was a beautiful woman.
• But he wasn't here to study her features or the sorts. She had been rude to him; she had bruised his ego, and he would make her suffer. He was going to remain in denial when it came to the attraction he had for her because it was dangerous actually to admit that you were attracted to a woman. It was suicide, honestly, to overthink about it.
• He grabbed her chin roughly and turned her head to face him. She whimpered softly, and that sound made his groin tighten. "I will untie you now, but that would be on one condition."
• Balia was ready to do anything just to be free from him. She nodded her head immediately. "And what could that be?"
• He moved away from her and strode to the other side of the room. He knew that was going to upset her greatly. He knew he could get her to do anything for him now that she was vulnerable. He heard the bed creak.
• "You would only cause yourself pain," Senna said as he walked back to her. "Just listen to what I have to tell you. It's not like you have an option anyway. You'll be my slave, satisfying all of my sexual needs. What do you think?"
• Her eyes widened. "What? Why would I do that? You holding me in bondage isn't enough? You want to make me satisfy your desires forcefully?!"
• Senna chuckled. Her stubborn streak had reared its head up again. He could see it in the way her jaw locked, in the way her eyes narrowed into slits. She was excited. Exciting.
• "You have no choice," Senna replied and stuck his hand into his pocket. "So?"
• She looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes tightly before cursing. "I don't know—"
• "Consider the fact that you are going to remain tied up if you make a choice that favors you. You'll remain here, and I'll be here to remind you daily that I can do whatever I want with you, which is also the same if you agree to be mine and mine only. The only difference would be a certain percentage of freedom."
• "Do you derive joy in seeing people suffer?"
• He chuckled. "I get asked that a lot."
• She gritted her teeth and tried to move, but the rope sank deeper into her wrists. She cried out in pain. "What do you want from me?! I have done nothing to you!"
• "I don't know. Today was probably a shitty day for you." Senna replied with a smirk. He looked down at his hand to see the time. "You have less than a minute. I have to leave for home, and if I don't get an answer before then, you'll have to remain tied up like this. I wouldn't love to see you in that position."
• She closed her eyes, and tears began to stream down her cheeks. If she had known, she'd have stayed in her apartment today. Today had been a bad day for her, and all she had wanted to do was sleep or curl up on the couch to watch a movie or read a book.
• But the landlord had called to remind her of her rent due this weekend. That alone had gingered her. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her. His gray gaze was steely, but she caught a ghost of a smile on his lips. He was doing this because he derived pleasure from it. A fucking sadist.
• "Ten seconds."
• "Yes!"
• He cocked his head to the side. "Yes to what?"
• "Yes to following you wherever you're taking me tonight, and yes to being your..." Her voice faded. She couldn't mention the word enslaved person to him. She was never going to do it.
• "My?"
• "You already know."
• "But I want to hear you say it. So fucking say it!" He hissed.
• The switch-up was insane. He had gone from being a manic who kept smiling sinisterly at her to a fucking beast, grazing her skin with his icy glare. "Your slave." She began to sob.
• He nodded and silently untied the ropes from around her. The first one left her wrist, and it stung and burned. One hand was left dangling, and he went to her left leg and did the same so she was hanging only on one part of her body. The other party of her body strained so much, and just when she thought she would faint, he finally loosened it.
• "You sure have some restraint. I commend that."
• Bastard.