Chapter 5: Force date

Arianna jumped up from her bed as she felt someone caressing her cheeks and she looked over. Before their gazes met, he slicked back his long blonde hair.

"Good to see you're awake," Eliazar says. While adjusting his sleeves, he examines himself in the bathroom mirror.

"Not on purpose," she mumbled.

"Santi is waiting for you in his office, and he wants me to accompany you," he says as he walks back into the room, tossing clothes at her.

She then turned to look at the clothes he'd just thrown at her; she's a size medium in tops and a size 9 in pants, so she could tell this outfit was going to be a tight fit.

"Who chose my sizes?" she demanded angrily.

"I did."

She then stomped inside the restroom. She shut the door before taking off her old clothes.

She then crammed herself into a pair of black jeans that barely covered her thighs. She glowed into the floral tube top, thank goodness she had small boobs, or they'd be spilling out. She brushed her teeth with the toothbrush she was given and ran her fingers through her hair.

She returned to the room, where Eliazar sat on the chair in the corner, his feet propped up on the table.

"It's taken you long enough," he grumbles.

Arianna chose not to respond because she had been kidnapped while sleeping over at a friend's house. She then followed him down the stairs, through the kitchen, and back down the hall until we came to a stop in front of a tall black door. While entering the code, he obscured her view of the keypad. As she followed him inside, the door beeped before opening.

This is his office, which was decorated in black and dark colors and reeked of a spicy, earthy fragrance. "Leave, Eliazar," Santi finally says.

Eliazar clears his throat and nods before exiting, looking at her. A sad expression, but also one of faith. He shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone with Santi once more.

"We have a very prominent dinner tonight, and I expect you to be my date," Santi says, his jaw flexing with the sentence.

"No, I'm not going anywhere with you," she said, gritting her teeth.

Santi slammed his fist against his desk before hurriedly standing up, inches away from her face. His firm grip on her arm was making her afraid.

"You're going with me," he hisses.

"I'm not going," she said bravely, echoing his tone.

His gaze moved down her body and then back up while can't help to lick his lips. Santi was well aware of what he was doing.

"You can't say no to me, sweetie. You're mine now so better do what I want," he says, pulling her small body against his big, muscular physique.

"You're going to obey me," he said quietly. The massive lump in her throat was swallowed. When he picks her up, her eyes almost pop out. He places her on his desk, opening her legs so he can sit between them.

He lifts her head with one hand while the other hovers over her thigh.

"Tell me, Arianna, has a man ever touched you here?" His voice was tinged with sex. His hand rubbed against her lacy pantyhose, causing her body to jolt. She took his hand in hers, and his gaze returned to hers.

He tilts his head, a smirk on his face.

lips.

"You've never had been touched before."

"Are you a virgin?" he inquires.

She considered lying and claiming that she had f*cked different guys at the same time, but that is simply not true.

"Yes, I am," she said shyly.

He pressed his hands against the top of his desk, preventing her from departing. His jaw clenched, even more, his eyes widened on her, and he smirked once more.

"We're going to have a great time, sweetie."

"I doubt it," she said quietly.

His hands stiffened around the desk, revealing the whiteness of his knuckles.

"I was going to f*ck you right here against my table, but I like a challenge, so I'm not going to do anything until you're desperate for my touch," Santi says, feeling the harshness of his breath against her red cheeks.

Arianna laughed at his latest joke. "Sorry, but I'll never beg for such a thing," she said as she tried to push his hands away from her as she pushed herself off the table.

"You'll be the first to try."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at his ignorant remark. Santi walked over to the door and opened it so she could exit.

"Eliazar, make sure she gets dressed and ready by 8," Santi orders his cousin, acting as if she hadn't just said no a few minutes before.

Eliazar nodded, only to have the door slam in their faces. She trailed him quietly because she was still upset about what had happened in that office. Arianna felt something in between her legs that she had never felt with any man before, and this is what worries her the most.

They noticed a girl standing against her bedroom door as they were turning the corner. She was slim and tall, with brown hair that matched hers and reached just below her back. This woman resembled Santi, like a girl version of her.

Eliazar gulps "Santina."

The tension was palpable as she looked at her and then back at him.

"By the way, there's a man tied down in your basement," that girl says, showing off her perfectly manicured nails. She's referring to Arianna's stepbrother.

"I see Santi is back on his x games mode sh*t," Santina laughs as she walks over to Eliazar and hugs him.

"Tina, you shouldn't be here," he says.

"Oh come on, I really can not miss the big dinner," she says, her gaze returning to Arianna.

"You should leave," Eliazar suggested.

"I'm Santina Murgoci, who could you be?" she asks, reaching out her hand for Arianna.

"Uhm, my name is Arianna Saunders," she says, her smile quickly turning to a frown when she hears her name.

She returned her hand to her side before returning her gaze to Eliazar.

"Do you have a problem?" she inquired.

"Why the f*ck did you guys bring her here?" yells Santina.

Arianna cocked her brow at her, and Santina stepped back from Eliazar and her.

"Arianna, go get dressed," Eleazar says, turning his head slightly so she can hear him better.

She rolled her eyes as she looked up at him and then back at the girl. As she walked back to her room, she nodded and locked the door shut. "That might be one of Santi's whores, or Eliazar?" she thought to herself.

Arianna then hopped in the shower, many thoughts racing through her mind, and her thoughts returned to Eliazar touching her. That man is stupid, a murderer, a psychopath, and he's called Mafja boss!" He's also bipolar, one of the numerous reasons why she should try escaping.

She wrapped the towel tightly around her body, her wet hair brushing against her shoulders, causing her to shiver, and then opened the closet doors to find it stuffed with expensive clothes and other items.

"Add rich to the list," she muttered to herself.

Arianna is dressed in a dark blue dress. The majority of them appeared to be in dark blue, but that shade of blue was very different from the others. Naturally, it was a small,

She crammed herself into the tiny dress. When she looked in the mirror, the dress hugged all her curves, making her body appear slimmer than it is.

She ran her hands down her body and turned to her side to look at the dress from a different angle. She unbraided her long brown hair, which was fone and down wavy. She scrunched her hair at the ends to make it look wavier.

She spun around when she heard something hit the floor. Eliazar awkwardly grinned as he picked up the photo frame he had dropped. "Was he checking me out?" she wondered.

He sneezes. "S-Santi is waiting for you downstairs."

She cocked her brow at him. "Were you checking me out?" she inquired, as she couldn't help but be curious.

"What-no, I would never do that. You're my cousin's girl, you're not mine to gaze at," he explained as he averted his gaze.

Arianna then approached him closer so she could mend his crooked tie. He tensed beneath her fingers as she tightened the tie and leaned in closer.

"I'm not a thing to be someone's property anyway," she said quietly as she let go and opened the door before stepping out.