Owned By a Greek god

**** MELINA P. O. V ****

When the car stopped, I looked out the window to see where we were. I heard one of them say, “Take it. “Where are you taking me? I broke down and cried. I was done.

The guy who was sitting next to me grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the car.

“You’re hurting me! Don’t you know how to treat a woman?” I asked in anger, making them laugh out loud.

“Why don’t you ask our boss when he comes if he won’t cut your f**king throat?” They said I kept staying quiet and swallowing hard.

I don’t agree that the first day I decided to live on my own was when I got myself into such a big mess.

When I looked up, there was a huge mansion in front of me. When I said “Large,” I meant a house that was really, really big.

“Wow,” I said, but I didn’t know what I was saying as it came out of my mouth. They led me into the gates, but I was too tired to fight them this time. I mean that the beauty of the mansion made me lose my way.

“Does Jason own this?” I asked though I wasn’t talking to anyone in particular.

“How dare you call him by his name!” they shouted, making me jump back.

I asked as they dragged me to the main door, “What should I call him?”

One of them said, “You have no right to call him anything. Just shut up,” and I nodded and stayed close. They opened the main door and led me into the house.

“Wow,” I said as I looked around the living room, which looked like Heaven. The ceiling went up a long way, and a beautiful chandelier with sparkling colours fell down.

“Where does she live?” asked one. The other asked what was different.

“I don’t know. The Boss didn’t say anything about it. She stays here until he comes back,” he said as they left me. I began to walk around the living room and look at it closely.

“Don’t touch anything! We’re still here!” they screamed.

“Won’t you at least let me sit down?” I asked in a sweet voice.

“No, you have to stand there until the boss comes,” they told me while staring at me, and I nodded in a sad way.

At least I’ll die in a beautiful house. It’s more than how many people die in the streets.

After just a few minutes of standing, my legs started to hurt, so I had to sit down. I looked at the guys who were watching me and saw that they didn’t look tired at all.

I asked, “Can’t I at least sit down on the floor?” and the look of their weapons scared me right away. I sighed because I was so tired, and tears came to my eyes.

I heard the sounds of cars driving into the compound, and my heart started to beat quickly.

“The boss is here,” they said, grabbing me by the hand. Life has been lost.

I really wanted to get a good look at this Jason. I couldn’t see his face well at the market. I got too afraid to look at his face.

Someone walked in when the door opened. I looked at his face and thought I was lost.

Like wtf! Why was he so good-looking and yet so good at killing people? He got so beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

He was so tall, had black hair that shone, and had the most beautiful skin. Then, as he walked toward me, I noticed his small, pretty lips and thin nose.

“Don’t you think it’s time you looked away?” he asked when I saw that he was right in front of me. I put the mute away by bowing my head.

As I thought about how Ma’am Susan had died, I felt angry. What should I do? I have no power! I don’t know anyone, and I mean no one, here. I’m on my own time.

I was still in the middle of my mind when I heard and saw him put the cap on his gun, and my heart stopped for a few minutes.

“Your last words,” he told me as he put the gun to my head, and I started to shiver. I got some courage and then spoke up.

I asked in tears, “Why did you kill Susan when you knew you were going to kill me? I told you to leave her alone and kill me instead, but you probably did the opposite.”

“One minute more,” he said as he changed how he was holding the gun.

“I don’t want your actions to help you and your mom in ways you don’t want,” I said as I shut my eyes very tight.

I felt him put the gun’s barrel against my head, and my heart nearly stopped. I get myself together to listen to a real story, and then that’s it.

I was ready for the shot, but I didn’t hear anything. When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was looking at me.

“You should thank your mom for saving your life, even though she didn’t stop me from punishing you,” he said, pulling away from his gun.

I thought the punishment would hurt more than dying, so I really wanted him to kill me. You don’t need him to punish you.

I asked, “Why don’t you just kill me and save yourself the stress?” He looked at his guys.

He said, “Lock her up in the last room on the 0. 33 floor, and then tell the maids to do their jobs.” He then walked up the stairs.

“What are the maids going to do?” I asked the guys who were holding me and helping me up the stairs, but they didn’t change a word.

We were taken to the top, where I saw a few girls and women walking around. They looked like maids because they were all dressed in the same uniform. They had been a lot of them.

I wondered, “Why does he have so many of them? Don’t they have parents or better things to do?” They looked at me and shook their heads in sympathy.

“Another machine,” they whispered to me as I listened. I looked at them, but I couldn’t figure out what they meant.

“Wait a minute! What do they mean by “any other machine?”

“I asked the guys, but instead of answering, they just kept their faces up in an angry way.

I think we were put in the room Jason described, because when we all stopped, they went to the door, opened it, and pushed me inside.

I almost fell, but I quickly got my balance. When I looked up, I saw that the room was very pretty and had a very big bed in it.

It turned out to be blue, and some of the furniture, like the drawer and the mirror, were made of shiny materials and shone.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, people usually think punishments shouldn’t be as nice as this.

They threw me at the mattress, and when I landed on it, I felt a lot better.

“Wow. The mattress is incredibly comfy “I thought I didn’t understand when they took my hand and started handcuffing me to the bed.

I said, “Hey, this will hurt me,” as they did it.

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They put handcuffs on my hands and legs, and then left the room. I took a deep breath and looked around the room again, then at my handcuffed hands.

After a few minutes, a few sad-looking women came in. One of them smiled at me, and I thought she might be someone I could talk to.

“Lose her,” they said. One of them said they reached for my hands and legs and started to throw me.

I said, “Thank you,” and she or he smiled.

“We are not here to stop anything. No, it’s not hard to stop right here, so just keep your cool “She spoke, and I nodded but didn’t say anything.

I had to stand up, and they reached for my shirt.

“Wait! What do you have in mind? “I asked in surprise.

They said, “Come up with a bath.”

“I don’t need help to take a bath. I don’t want a lot of people, okay? “I said something, and everyone laughed except the woman who kept smiling at me.

“When we got here, we all said the same thing. “Wait,” said the woman I thought was the boss. “Take them off and take them to the bathroom.” You and I won’t fight.

You’ve probably been in my shoes before, and you can trust me that I’ll do anything. I’ll take off my clothes and take a bath. You can send someone with me if you think I’m up to something.”

“You can take a break. One of you here and I get along well.

I said, hoping they could hear me, “And the boss won’t know about it.” “I! I’ll stay with her,” the woman said with a smile, and I was so glad she was the one who stepped up.

The woman said, “Good, everyone’s out of the room. Agnes, I’ll give you ten minutes to get her ready.” She nodded. When everyone left, I sighed and took my hand off my chest.

He told me, “You look beautiful,” and I gave him a small smile. “Thanks,” I said in a weak voice, hoping that he wasn’t being nice to me because he wanted something or had a plan.

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