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Chapter 3
(Piya's POV)
"You belong to me now...and you don't get to say no..." A deep voice echoed.
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. Who said that to me? Why did I dream about it? I decided to ignore it for the time being. I got up and ran my fingers through my hair. I had to leave for the casino in half an hour.
I rushed into the bathroom and threw my clothes off, turning the water to hot. There was a fresh bruise on my face from last night. Luckily it wasn't too big, but it was a deep purple. It hurt just to touch it.
"Why don't you stand up for yourself Piya? Why are you going though all this pain?" My subconscious told me.
"Because...they will kill me." I gasped.
I tried to run away, many times, to escape the torturous people who were my family. They always found me though, by sending thugs and their aggressive dogs. I was forcibly dragged home, bleeding all over. Almost dead. I didn't want to die. And I didn't want to stay in this version of hell. I stayed back in the hope that maybe, just maybe, my Prince Charming would come and take me with him. And these people wouldn't drag me home.
I lost myself in every escape episode. Once I stole a gun from the thugs, and threatened to shoot if they got closer. I was succeeding, but little did I know that they had another gun. They shot me in the leg and dragged me home again.
The hot steaming water ran down my cheeks and down to my naked body. I was crying, but didn't notice at first because the salty tears blended in with the clear water. No one could see my sorrow. All they saw was an abused girl who worked in a popular casino. They didn't know me as Piya, they knew me as a person who would quietly do all their work and never complain. That wasn't who I was before mama died. I was strong. I was wearing a mask of weakness. And so far no one had the motive to take it off.
(Abhay's POV)
I stared possessively at my new work of art. A extravagant portrait of Piya. I wanted her body. I wanted her soul. I wanted her everything.
"And I have the perfect plan to make you mine..." I whispered to the painting.
I needed a plan. To bring her here. To my home. No auctioneer would sell her, so I needed to bring her myself. Maybe bribe her family...I smirked to myself thinking of a plan.
(Piya's POV)
Kabir was waiting for me once I reached the casino.
"Hi Kabir." I said in a low voice.
"Hi Piya!" He said. He sounded more enthusiastic than me. "Ready to work?"
"More than ever." I said.
We walked down the the bar together. The first action I made was taking some of the empty glass bottles of the shelf. Kabir looked at me funny.
"Piya, where did that bruise come from?"
I choked on my own breath.
"What bruise?"
"The one on your cheek. It's pretty bad..."
"Oh that! It's nothing..." I stuttered.
He still stared at me like I was crazy.
"Really it's nothing!" I said, forcing myself to laugh.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Kabir." I said smiling.
He smiled back with his flashy white teeth and helped me dispose of the empty bottles. A few customers came and went, leaving handsome tips behind. One gave me 5000 rupees for one cocktail.
"You're so lucky Piya! I never got a tip that high!"
"Is it luck?" I asked curiously. "Can luck make a person happy?"
"If you have good luck that it. Bad luck gets you nothing."
"In that case, I've always had bad luck."
He stopped talking. I realized I said a bit too much in front of him. Now he will sympathize with me. And I didn't want that. Totally expected, he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Look...I don't want to get into your personal life. But whatever is bothering you, it will get better. I promise."
"Thanks Kabir." I said quietly. He then went to attend to another customer, who looked like he had too much to drink.
I looked up to watch the action of the hundreds of gamblers playing with their luck. Some were mad in loss and some were joyous in excitement. I turned to the more subtle corner. And the first thing I see is his eyes. His fiery cobalt eyes. They were beckoning to me.
I heard a voice...
"Come here Piya."
I ignored the voice and his eyes and continued to wiped the glasses.
I heard it again...
"Please come."
This time my mind listened. My heart tried its best to stop me, but in vain. I walked out of the bar and straight towards his direction. He walked downstairs to the auction room. I followed suit. I couldn't here anything except for his sensuous voice.
"I want to make you mine."
I found him standing in the center of the auctioning hall, back facing me. His voice echoed in my head again.
"Come closer Piya."
I took baby steps towards him until I was almost touching his body. A mix of frosty coldness and warmth radiated from his skin. The perfect scent surrounded him.
"Abhay..." I was surprised that I took his name like that. He turned around. His lustful eyes blazed, burning into my soul. But I kept my stance.
He flashed his devilish smile, which made him equally sexy. The trance broke. I darted towards the door, but he caught me so fast that it seemed nearly impossible to run that fast. He pushed me against the back wall, his palms slamming into the wood. My breathing grew heavy and my eyes were wide.
"Where are you going sweetheart? You can't leave me! You're mine!" He snarled.
A sudden burst of bravery surged through my veins.
"No! I don't want to come with you. I rather live with abusive parents than an animal like you!"
There. I said it. Right to his face. Now I just had to see his reaction...
"What did you call me?! An animal?! I'll show you what I really am!"
His eyes became a deeper blue, seething with rage. He bared his teeth at me, boasting sharp elongated fangs, ready to tear through my skin. I shut my eyes in fear of the monster I was facing.
One word flashed in my mind...vampire.
"You see how much I want you!? I even revealed my darkest secret to you...now you have no choice but to come join me."
I didn't know what to do. His cool breath brushed against my neck. I flinched in terror. I couldn't move. It was as if he froze me there.
(Abhay's POV)
Right there. Just a few inches more. I could feel her heart rate increase, the vein in her neck flowing with rich, fresh blood. Human blood. I wanted to drink it, the urge too strong.
But I stopped myself. My mind was telling me something.
"Get her to your home first. Then do what you want."
I looked at her hungrily. Her eyes were tightly shut. I placed my hand on her temple and concentrated. I compelled her mind to make her go unconscious. The effects showed immediately. She slumped into my arms. How beautiful she was like this. No tension. Just utter beauty. And it was all for me...
(Piya's POV)
The atmosphere had changed. I was in a new place. It smelt of scented rose candles. I couldn't open my eyes. Instead I ran my fingers over the material I was lying on. Satin. And a soft cushion that stretched from head to toe. It seemed like a mattress. It was a soothing touch, after years of sleeping on a hard mattress and a thin blanket. I felt relaxed.
The peaceful interaction with the bedding was interrupted when a cold, smooth hand caressed my right cheek, where my bruise was, in a sensuous fashion. It was the hand of a man, I could tell. Only a lover could touch you like that. No one ever touched me in that manner before. The experience was new. I melted to his touch, selfishly wanting more. But I couldn't see him. Something forced my eyes to remain shut.
His touch disappeared, and I heard footsteps moving away from me. A door clicked seconds later.
Finally I could open my eyes. My mind felt heavy as soon as I sat up. I couldn't remember much, just that I was following Abhay down into the auctioning room. The rest was a blur.
I glanced around the room. It was illuminated solely by the scented candles. I was lying in a king sized bed, four poster. I looked at myself, shrieking at the sight. I was in a long nightgown. A lacy white one. I searched frantically for my clothes. They were folded neatly on the nightstand. I looked around there, finding a large painting of myself hung above an unlit fireplace. The painting itself was beautiful. Was I really that pretty? I was oblivious to my own beauty. But who painted this? And how did he know me?
The door creaked open. I scooted back, startled. Who brought me here? I had to see.
He sauntered into the room. I focused my attention on his face. I saw those dark blue eyes, and immediately recognized who he was.
"Abhay!" I gasped.
My missing memory returned to me quickly. I tried to move back as far as o could, holding a pillow in front of me as a measure of self defense.
I remembered what he was and what his intentions were. All the memories were forced into my mind again.
"Don't worry sweetheart. I won't hurt you. But I will do many other things with you." He smirked deviously at me.
He approached me like a predator...ready to pounce on his prey.
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