Cunning Man

The cunning, and evil human may have been classified as a psycho, as it is now. He told me to eat everything in front of me…and this is food fit for ten hungry rugby players after practice. He asked me to finish it all while he sat on his chin and watched me with an interested grin.

I scooped up a pasta dish topped with a generous amount of cheese and popped it in my mouth. This dish is so delicious, and I can't stop myself from sighing at how delicious it is. Brad and sighs won't end well at all, he's going to rape me again later!

"Eat up.. you need your energy... after this, I will take you home."

'Thank God! I can finally get away from him.' I started to devour the food in front of me more eagerly. He's right, I need a lot of energy, because after this I'm going to complain to Ammy…and intend to report him to the police, however… this is beyond our agreement. I finished finishing a plate of delicious pasta that exploded and melted in the mouth, then replaced a plate of spicy chicken wings with a special sauce that I guess is a mixture of eastern spices and wine? I don't know... it feels very special. After eating the second dish…I let out a long breath. My stomach feels tight, I'm full.

"I'm done." I looked at Brad. And he didn't eat his food at all, not even his whole drink. So he's been watching me since then?! What a freaking!

"Let's go…" He stood up and walked around, took my hand, and led me into the car.

"I can walk..you know," I said sarcastically. This treatment is absolutely disgusting.

"I know. Miss smart ass! Or… should I say, sexy ass? Because your ass is really sexy… yum.." He mumbled, for my quick reflex, I brushed off his hand that is about to land on my ass. I'm not that lowly woman, you bastard Mister! From now on I will make sure he can't touch me again, I will report him to the police..so I just have to hold on until he takes me home…and I can report to Ammy.

The car is moving at a moderate speed, I made sure to bring my dead cell phone. along the way, Brad held my hand tightly, and kissed the back of my hand several times.

Patience, patience… I can smack him in the face later when he's in the cell.

Thirty minutes drive, the car stopped at a shopping mall. Even though it's still early, there's no way the mall is already open, so what does he want?

"What is it? Why stop here?!"

"We're going shopping." He answered quickly, still holding my hand.

"It's still too early, the mall only operates at ten!"

"I have rented it…for today, no one will come in…as long as we are inside."

What a weird human, freak! Psycho! Why would he do that?!

He took my hand inside, we walked through a VIP door and immediately found an elevator. He casually pressed button 3 on the elevator board. There's no one here, except us..and I choose to be silent. From the shiny reflection of the elevator, I could see my own miserable reflection. With my wrinkled clothes and scared face, even my eyes are still red. It reminded me… I can't take a shower… for the sake of investigation.

Ting.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a pure white marble floor with gold hues. Rows of shops selling branded clothes had opened, and all the employees were standing on alert in front of them. What is this?! I've been to this mall, to this floor to be exact, but only for a walk, because where can I buy stuff here, all branded…and all priced above 1000$.

He took my hand and led me to a shop with a bright gold logo on it. I know this is an expensive brand.

"I'm looking for all the latest releases that fit my lover," Brad said sternly to one of the waiters, the waiter nodded and gave Brad a small smile, but the smile turned sour when he looked at me. Hi! Does she have a problem? Or she wants Brad, I'll gladly give him for free.. with a nice wrapper if she wants.

"Okay, please have a seat, sir." We were invited to sit on a soft sofa in a closed room bordered by golden peach curtains. Soon the waiter came with a shelf filled with clothes. Introducing clothes and their products, materials, and designers. Brad, listen carefully and pick a few pieces to buy. He kept taking me to three other shops..and doing the same thing.

I'm not reacting, I'm not going to say anything to this asshole. Whatever, the important thing is that I'm going home after this.

In the fourth shop, I am getting fed up, he bought clothes blindly, he even bought a dress with see-through silk. I'm fine with that, as long as I'm not the owner, what makes me angry is… he mumbles, 'You'd be really pretty using it.'

I stood up and brushed his hand away.

"Are you crazy? I want to go home?!"

"Yeah… yeah… yeah… okay, if you're tired. Let us go home." He stood up and took me again, we drove and the car stopped again at an apartment complex in the city center. This is not mine, I live in an area that is categorized as slums, or the outskirts. This is not my house.

"This is not my house! I want to go home… didn't you hear?" I asked again curtly. If with a glance, or with a prayer I could send this man buried underground, then I would have buried this man alive long ago. My fear of Brad, now turned to hatred, so much hate! I'm not afraid of him anymore, because he's treated me the worst. What else should I be afraid of?!

"From this moment on, my home, is your home too dear.. we will live here."

"We?" I asked hysterically. We were already in the lobby, and everyone is looking at us in surprise. But I don't care. I don't freak care!

"Sush…sush… don't throw a tantrum here… you look even more seductive with your cheeks flushed with anger… we can do it again at our penthouse!" He said with witty eyes.

He's crazy! Damn, he's crazy! I don't care! I let go of his hand and turned around. I would never want to call this place home. It's like he kidnapped me again and again. I don't want to. I could be made into his sex slave!

Not two steps I walked, he is holding my waist from behind.

"Don't do that..don't make me angry in the crowd...it's enough for my bad image in this city's socialites...I don't want to be rude to you." His words were whispering and sounded like a threat.

"But I don't want to! I don't want to, and you have no right to force me!" My protest again shouted. To hell with what people think, the more people listen the better, so they know that this asshole has bad intentions with me. The more people who listen, the easier it will be for me later in the police, they can be used as witnesses.

"But…You are mine…babe." The way he calls me Babe, makes me almost throw up, so disgusting. I don't want to be his lover or whatever he said about me.. that psycho-mad Mafia.