C6 Suck it up Suka

Barely 24 hours into knowing this self centered man, I already hated him.

He bit on my neck and I felt something slipped from it, but I was already feeling too drowned to realized anything.

“Say, how such little gesture from me could take you on a journey of temporary dumbness without your knowledge.” He mocked with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

He was breathing directly into my skin. God I couldn’t focus any longer…. One more direct touch from this arrogant bastard and I’d be dead, dead from too much sensation.

“A very delightful evening to take something of great value from you, don’t you think Suka?” He mumbled into my ear as I felt something clicked from my neck.

Wait wasn’t that……

He stood up from me holding out the chain I had around my neck.

~No that was the last thing reminding me of home ~

“Give it back!” I shouted at him and I got up and tried reaching out for it, but he help me out opening the locker and studying my family; My birth parents, my brother along with my sisters

“ Give it back please!”

“ These are your sisters? Grace and Tessa, I believe?” He asked almost as if he’d won a prize.

For a moment I felt dumbfounded as to how he knew their names but then I reminded myself that he wasn’t no ordinary man.

These guys knew all about me and my family and I wasn’t even that important to them, so I couldn’t just imagine the things they knew about that they did find important. I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought of how much they must have known about me..

“Lord, I’m begging you just please! Give it back to me and let me go home..”

I’ve never felt so helpless in my entire life, I’ve never begged anyone for anything but this was just going too fast.

~Becky Grey has limits ~

“I don’t know what you take that makes you so stupid, but whatever it is, It works. You are really a stupid idiot.”He said piercing his blue eyes on me as though he wanted me to drown in them.

“You-you…….” I struggled to control my words.

I couldn’t help it, I literally broke down. It was one thing about locked up in This place being scared and helpless. Having a rich sociopathic man that looked so hot and yet so cruel and arrogant. I wanted my mom, I wanted to apologize to her for all those times I’d leave the kitchen door open. I wanted to apologize to my best friend for always stealing her chocolate bars from the counter.

Strangely, what even made me feel hurt the most was that that man kept calling me dumb.

I am not stupid.

Only my best-friend has the right to call me those names, everyone else thought I was intelligent. But this guy, he did something no one could make me do, no one not even my mom or best friend could make me cry. I was weak like that……. But this was just too much!

I shrunk myself down the sofa sobbing like I’ve never did before. Those tears I held back since my parents death, I felt then slip out as well.

“What is wrong with you?” I heard him ask in a annoyed, yet unconcerned voice, “ Stop crying…. It irritates me.”

I tried to suck it up, not because he said do but because I didn’t want him to see me as a weak broken doll. I was the Lara Croft king of girl, I wasn’t no damsel in distress.

“Suck it up Suka, your crying sound annoys me.”

Yeah, whatever.

And why does he keep calling me Suka…. What does it even mean?

“Like I said,” He continued, throwing the locket carelessly back at me, “I need information from you.”

“What?” I harshly asked, wiping away the tears.

“Come then.” He ordered and made his way to another part of the building. This place looked like a hotel and at the same time a penthouse. I just couldn’t tell where and how we got here, but one way or another I was sure of finding an escape route soon.

He walked elegantly, yet in an arrogant way as I grumbled behind him.

When we got to a door, he pushed it open and went inside while I followed swiftly.

An office.

In a hotel?

Where is that done?

~Beck, we don’t know if this is an hotel yet!~ my inner voice yelled at me.

“Come.” He said again as he took his seat around the big table, gesturing for me to seat at the other side of the table. And I did.

“I want you to tell me how you got into the hands of those men in the first place.”

“And what makes you think I’ll tell you anything? I asked bitterly as I leaned from the chair towards the table, pointing at him, “ All You’ve been is cruel and nasty to me. You’re the most despicable cold hearted man I’ve ever met. You wouldn’t know what nice was even if it hit you in the-“

Abruptly he stopped me as he banged on the table. He was obviously trying to suppress him anger with a look of disgust and annoyance towards me, “ You should be thankful to Whatever faith you believe in that I seem to be in my calmest mood today, and be glad that I have my пёс on hold for the weekend, else you would have been dog food.”

I gulped.

No man has ever been able to combine such offensive words in such a seductive manner.

“And to think,” He continued,” I had to waste my time and resources on recovering an stupid thing like you, I could have left you out there for them to kill you and your family as well. Such ungrateful thing.”

It was official…… I pissed him off. Way to go Beck!

If I could get a dollar for every time I pissed him off then I’d be a billionaire by now.

There was something though, a part of him that didn’t mean what he said, he didn’t save me because he wanted to, he saved me because he needed to. He was actually taking me for a fool.

“I need my belongings.” I stated in the most polite way possible and the almighty Adam seemed almost taken aback by my words. Like he wasn’t expecting me to ask for such thing in this situation.

Well expect a lot from me then!

“Do you think this is a joke to you?”

“ My bag, the folder they wanted was inside my bag.”

He pierced his gaze on me as though to hint on any sense of humor or lie in my tone, but I just looked at him with nothingness in my eyes.

I was tired.

“You mean, this folder?” The Adam across from me raised and threw a folder in my direction, the one I had in my bag.

“Yes.” I replied, “I took it from the room before they came in.”

“Were they other folders-“

“Yes, but I didn’t get to pick the rest.”

“Why then did you pick just this?” He pierced me with his blue eyes, almost like he was freezing me with them.

“Because I needed them, it had the information I wanted.” I gave him the most honest explanation I could think of.

“You picked them because it had his name……. I mean, your brother’s name. Sí?”

Son of the Devil..

How did he?