Forced Heart

Chapter 2

"Please sir I can't go with you, I have to work here." I pleaded but it seemed as if it was only been heard by a deaf ear.

"Aunt Tessa please, don't do this." I pleaded again, but nobody answered except for a smirk.

"Let go of me, please!" I yelled. By now we had already attracted some attention. I am sure people might think I am one of those drunk women who usually accompany the bouncers.

"Oh god, someone hear me please help me." I silently prayed for myself when someone gripped my arm and I was yanked to a hard chest.

"I will buy this lady for myself for one million dollars! Take it or leave it." The man who's now holding me asked my Aunt who could not hide her shock. Of Course, the amount this man had offered to her was huge.

"Sir I'm not a prostitute, you have got it all wrong." I said to the man, but he only held me harder against him as if I would run away.

"Here take this check!"  He said, shoving a check to my aunt's hand who was frozen on her spot.

"No, please no! Please don't accept it." But my prayers were unheard of.

I was doomed, and nobody could save me now. My Aunt willingly accepted the money, and was too happy for her to hear my plea. I was no longer on their charity, no longer their responsibility. I was sold to this man who instantly dragged me out of the bar and pushed me inside his car, which was waiting at the parking. How I wished Uncle Bob could come and save me, but only if he was aware of what his wife had done.

"Sir please, I'm not going with you. I'll find ways to give back the money you've paid for me." I told the man who just started the car and drove away.

"It is much better to be sold to a hot, gorgeous hunk like me than to that old gray haired man. You should be thankful that I bought you instead of that old man." He said, smirking cockily.

What the hell? This man thought too much of himself. I couldn't think of anything to change this man's decision so I bravely asked him what he'd planned to do with me.

"Simply put, accompany me to everywhere I go and of course fulfill my needs as a man" He stated in a matter of fact tone, throwing a wink in my direction before focusing back on the road.

'That did not sound good'. I told myself, my mind comprehending on how I could get out of this mess. I didn't even know this man and that made me nervous as hell. I could feel my stomach churning and my heart pounding wildly as I glanced at him. Sure he was like some Greek god but who knew if he was a psycho or something.

As if reading my mind he introduced himself, "I'm Bradley Anderson. Haven't you heard my name?"

I was really not into celebrities or famous personalities so I didn't have any idea about who this man was. I slowly shook my head to tell him that his name didn't ring any bell. He simply smiled and continued driving. I didn't even know where he was taking me.

"Here we are." He said, after almost an hour of car ride.

"Where are we?" I asked, glancing up at him as he opened the door for me.

"This is my house and it will be your house too. " He said.

House? I asked myself. It was more like a mansion to me, just like those I had seen on my children's book before. This man must be really rich, well who could afford to have a mansion anyway? Of course only those who were rich and famous.

As he guided me inside his house, a gasp of awe escaped my lips. I couldn't hide my surprise to see how elegant the inside was. Antiques and modern techs were properly combined that gave the elegant ambiance of the place. Most of the furniture were in white, surely this man was a meticulous one. Maybe he will make me clean the whole house to return the money, he'd lost for buying me.

"Are you done sightseeing here?  Come on, I will show you our room." He said as he walked through the halls.

I froze.

What? Our room?! This man must be insane. Surely this mansion would have lots of room. Why didn't he just let me use one? Why did I have to share a room with him?

"Um..Sir Bradley did I hear you right? That you will show me to our room?" I asked him, my stomach flipping in nervousness.

"Yes, it’s our room and don't call me sir. I'm not kidding when I told you that you will fulfill my needs as a man so it's better that we share a room." He answered, glancing at me for a brief moment before walking ahead.

I felt like I was going to pass out any moment now. What had I done to deserve this kind of torture? I was sold and now was planned to become this man's s*x slave? I didn't know I was already crying as hot tear rolled down my cheeks and my eyesight blurred.

"So this is our room....." He started but stopped when he saw my tears.

He immediately closed the door, making me feel more nervous and scared. He walked away but was back in a minute, holding a towel, T-shirt and a boxer that looked like his own.

"Here, that door leads you to the bathroom and that one behind us is our walk in closet. You didn't have any clothes yet so just use some of my shirt. I'll ask the maid to prepare us some meals. They will assist you to the dining room, once they've finished preparing." With that he walked away, leaving me alone.

I couldn't hold anymore tears. I made my way to the bathroom and quietly sobbed, trying to ease the hurt and fear.

"God, help me overcome this, please!" I silently prayed over and over again.