The Beastly CEO's Pet

"take that trash girl away from here!"

I heard my stepmother say as the tall hefty men grabbed me. I looked at my father hoping he would say something to stop them but all I could see was the relief in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to do anything?? Do you hate me this much??"

I managed to say, as I was being led out. My father gave a heavy sigh before speaking.

"Shut up. Just cooperate and you'll be fine. They're only going to torture you a little. "

He said with so much evil in his countenance that I could hardly believe that that was my dad.

He quickly hurried to one of the hefty men when we were outside and thanked him.

"Tell the Boss I appreciate his kindness so much. I hope he uses this to forgive my crime against him."

"Shut your filthy mouth. What gives you the right to talk to me?" One of the men barked at him.

I couldn't understand all that was going on but I had a really bad feeling about it.

Suddenly, two men barged into the house and accosted my father. He began pleading immediately and ordered them to take one of his daughters. And of course, the stepmother wouldn't let her daughter be taken.

I felt like my nightmares had just gotten worse.

And now, here I was, being dragged away to a place I'd got no clue about. I could only hope that I'd still be alive the following day.

As we got into the car, the man wore a mask over my head. I didn't scream anymore. I knew I was in danger, so I began saying my last prayers. I felt I would no longer see sunlight.

The car drove at full speed. Why were these men driving so fast like we were trying to escape from zombies? I felt the car come to a halt, then I heard the keys of an automated sound. I fought back imaginations of where we were but I could surely guess that it wasn't the dirty warehouse I'd presumed.

After we drove in and alighted from the car, one of the men started to shove me. He shoved me so hard that I fell. My arm scratched on the surface of the concrete floor and I shrieked a little in pain.

"Get the hell up! "

He ordered me and my eyes got watery immediately.

"I'm so sorry. I just ...I just.." he interrupted me by pulling me up to my feet.

"The Boss should quickly do away with a wuss like you. Though, you're pretty. I'll give you that. Perhaps I could have a little taste of you before the Boss wastes your pretty little head on a pike." He bragged, as his hand fumbled one of my breasts.

I hated what he was doing but that hardly mattered at the moment. My brain spun when he said The Boss would have my head on a pike. That means I was going to get killed.

"What...what do you mean my head on a pike?" I asked with so much fear.

"What do you think it means? " He asked, with his hand, still on my breast. This was when his partner brought his hand down.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy? How dare you touch the Boss' meat before he does?" He looked enraged like he was about to pull out his gun and shoot. The tension felt like fabric that you could touch.

"Enough! Who's this?" I heard a third voice and footsteps. I imagined that person to be the Boss but he wasn't.

"Trash from that George fella who stole from the Boss and almost led the rivals straight to him. " One of them responded.

"Is this how he chooses to atone for something so heinous??" His voice was getting hoarse as he spoke.

In my mind, I found what my dad had done badly. I could understand why the men were cruel to me, that one dared to molest me. I didn't know so much about gangsters or mafia and how they lived. But from what the other guy said, Dad nearly got them in trouble. He even stole from them. Now, I had to be the one to face the consequences. What else could I do?

"Well, I hope the Boss does away with this one quickly." The third man concluded as they kept shoving me.

When it seemed like we'd entered a room, the mask over my head was finally taken off. I realized I'd spoken too soon. Even though it seemed like we were coming into a modern environment, I found myself in a dusty old warehouse. Exactly as I'd imagined. As I kept scanning the environment, I noticed bloodstains on the walls and the floor.

"I...I don't suppose those are animal bloodstains." I said, with a shaky voice.

One of the men roared in laughter.

"Oh, yeah. Animals. Just, the higher animals."

"And humans are considered, higher animals, right?"

They both laughed with so much sarcasm.

"Perhaps you both will have your blood stain the walls next."

A voice said. Smooth and silky. Almost like a lullaby during the day.

I turned around and didn't realize my eyes had expanded at what-or who I saw. Immediately, one of the men smacked me hard on the face and I fell to the ground. My mouth was filled with a little blood as I spat the rest out.

"You don't move unless you're asked to." He said, hoarsely.

"Get up." The voice commanded, and I found myself doing so without question.

He walked up to me. I didn't dare look in his eyes but he tilted my face up slowly. As I brought my head up and my eyes met his, I could hear thunderclaps in my heart. His eyes were a gorgeous green. Diving deep into mine, I lost my breath and found myself watching him with all of my heart and soul.

"You're from George." He said, as his hair fell on both sides of his face.

"I-I'm Regina..." This time, he smacked him hard on the face.

As I was about to fall, he grabbed me by my waist.

"You're useless," he said, in a hoarse tone, and let me drop to the ground.

"Is this how George intends to atone for his crime against me??" He roared. My heart skipped as I heard his voice thundering in my ears.

"Get her out of my sight!"

"Boss, do we kill her?!"

"Bring me her bloody head!"