A black princess room

I'll be damned if I follow him into a house as hideous looking as that one. Stubbornly looking up, I fold my arm.

"Am not going in there. You better take me back to the city, or am telling Mate on you." I Stubbornly sat still on the chair.

"We would have done things in a civilized manner, but no, you want it another way." Roughly removing the seatbelt I have on me, he tugs me out of nthe vehicle.

"Let me go! What are you doing?" I struggle against his hold. "Let me go, you're trying to force me against my will."

"You seem to want it that way." He expertly carried me up, and place me on his shoulder as I struggled against him. "Things would have gone smoother had you being more comported."

"Let me go!" Screaming at the top of my lungs, I try Kicking him on his stomach, but he held my legs to stop me from doing what I planned.

"Shut up!"

"Let me go you lumberjack! I swear to God, I'll castrate you should I get the chance!" I promise with enough venom seeping from my words.

Right now, I don't in any way care about my words. All I know is am going to tell Mate on him.

"If you get the chance." Chuckling, he starts walking towards the dark house.

"Don't!" I plead as my trashing became much more insistent. "Let me go, I don't want to enter in there." I beg.

"What happened to the male that wanted to castrate me earlier?"

" He's willing to reconsider should you turn back." I'll likely ask Mate to raise his pay if that's what it'll take to get him to stop. "I'll ask for a raise of promotion for you."

I don't know if this will work, but I hope it does. I mean, who doesn't like to have a raise? Everyone does.

" I don't need that." He says in an amused tone.

"Then what do you need? Just tell me, I'll make sure I get Mate to fulfill them." I know Mate will do anything I ask, provided I do so with a smiling face, and cute pout.

" To get rid of you." Unlocking the door, he entered into the pitch black house.

"What?" I blink in confusion as I thought on the words he spoke just now.

Walking on without turning, he starts walking up a flight of stairs *am aware we're walking up a flight of stairs based on how we keep rising. Even a baby knows when the carrier is walking up a flight of stairs.*

"Where are we going to?" I try to shake out of his hold. "Let me go!"

"Stop shaking." He growls in a deep voice.

"How can you be walking in the dark? What if you mistakenly throw me down the stairs?" I ask in a fearful voice.

" It'll be an added bonus. At least I'll claim you died by accident. It'll be far more better than having my hands dirtied by blood."

" What?" I shriek.

Opening a door, he walk in, and the door banged close behind us.

A little more walk into the room, the dark room gets awash with light. The once dark room became filled with light.

Trying to look up proved abortive as the hold on me is too tight on my body.

At the far end of the room, he finally let me down, but instead of leaving me like I thought he will, he roughly lock my hands together at the back, and proceeded to tie my hands with a rope I didn't notice earlier.

"What are you doing?" I ask in alarm, my eyes wide in fear as he continues on tying my hands.

"What does it look like am doing?" He grumbles.

"Please Dove. This isn't funny anymore." I might take his words as something spoken in passing, but this have gone far beyond what can be taken as a play.

"Do I look like someone who's playing around?" Tying my legs together, he stands as he admires his handiwork, which is tying me to the place.

"Dove." I look up at him. "What's going on? Why are you doing this? Is this some sort of a joke?"

" A joke?" He scoffs. " You're the only one in this entire world who'll think being tied is a joke."

" Then what's this? Why are my being tied?"

" Isn't it so easy to decode?" He sneers.

" Decode? Should it be as easy as you thought it is, I wouldn't have had any reason to ask the questions I've being asking."

Saying those words, I look round the place, my eyes trying to look for something, anything that might tell me what exactly it is am doing here.

The room looks like a Normal room, aside from how dark both the curtain and bedsheets are, there's nothing else that's odd about this place.

The Queen sized bed at the center of the room looks more like something out of a Disney princess movie with its dark bed curtains. The only thing exempting it from being completely princess like is the dark material.

Had it being pink, I would have thought we somehow got ourselves transported into a fantasy movie of some sort.

Beside the door at the right is a dressing table, and on it are things that should belong to a dressing table. It's as if someone is living here. The neatness of the place, and how arranged things are, shows the place is lived in.

"Who lives here?" I blurt out.

Busy checking out the room I happened to unluckily find myself in, I totally forgot all about the case in hand. It's as if my mind just took a little trip to a safe place.

"I do." Walking to the bed, Dove sits on the bed.

"You?" I stifle a laugh. My eyes taking the room in one more time.

"Yes me. Is there anything wrong with that?" He growls.