Chapter 6 SIGN IT

SIGN IT

Ava's POV

I woke up when I felt hungry and nauseous.

When I opened my eyes, I was exposed to a relatively dim room and only the lampshade on the side table served as light.

I got up immediately. I peeked at my body under the blanket wrapped around me and there I saw that I was wearing a brand-new silk nightdress.

Yes, I remembered that my blouse and bra were torn as well as the skirt I was wearing. But I refused to think about who put on the clothes for me. I bit my lower lip and felt myself.

It wasn't long before I realized everything that happened last night.

The excruciating pain in my whole body is eating me up alive, especially my exhausted feeling. I've been awake for a while and I'm still remembering what happened last night. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt nothing or any pain in that part — maybe he didn't do it to the end.

Perhaps he did not pursue what he planned to do to me. For some reason, I don't know and I have no intention of finding out.

I rolled my eyes across the room. I looked down at the terrace that was open as the curtain danced because of the wind. My eyes even caught the tie Damon used on me last night. I felt angry again but I immediately ignored that.

When I turned my gaze to the clock, my eyes narrowed, even more, when I saw that it was about noon. I can't remember how I fell asleep last night — the last thing I remember is Damon abruptly stopping what he was doing to me before he finally left on top of me.

Maybe I was just too tired to sleep. During this period of time, the endless exams, my grandmother's illness, and all kinds of difficult guests I meet every night have made me so tired that Damon's appearance has become the last straw that weighs on the camel.

As my mind continued to fly, the door suddenly slammed and it spat out Damon who immediately focused his cold gaze on me. Before I could speak, he suddenly threw something in front of me, so my forehead frowned.

"What is this?" I said and picked up the paper.

"Doesn't that look like paper?" He said philosophically so I looked at him in amazement. "Are you joking? You are not funny," I said.

He looked deeper at me and leaned against the door jamb with his arms crossed. He had no upper garment and only wore sweatpants. Before I could look down at his body, I quickly averted my eyes.

"Sign it." He commands. His voice was cold and seemed very lazy.

I ignored what he said and glanced at the whole paper. My forehead furrowed as I read what was written there.

PET AGREEMENT

I, ________, hereafter called THE PET LOVER, agree to voluntarily give up all the rights, personal and legal, and become the personal property of my owner DAMON ALEC YBOA, hereafter called MY LORD.

The PET LOVER agrees to obey and submit completely to her owner in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the PET LOVER may willfully refuse to obey the directive of her owner.

The PET LOVER also agrees that once entered into this PET AGREEMENT, her body, her heart, mind, soul, and time belong to her owner, to be used as seen fit.

The PET LOVER agrees to please her owner to the best of her ability, in that she now exists solely for the pleasure of her owner.

The PET LOVER understands that all that she has, and all that she does, shall now move from right to privilege, granted only as her owner wishes, and only to the extent that her owner finds useful.

In an instant, the anger I felt for him revived. There's a lot more in there but I haven't finished reading it yet because my brain can't accept it. I quickly turned to him still watching me.

I laughed sarcastically. "You're really joking," I said and threw the paper back at him.

"I will definitely not sign that useless contract. You're out of your mind," I added and started to organize myself because I could no longer bear to be with him in the same place.

"And you think I'm giving you a choice here?" His voice was deep as if threatening so I looked at him again. There was a trace of anger in his eyes. And he's the one who is mad now? What he wanted me to do is to obey everything he will say. What does he think of himself? God? How absurd!

"And do you also think I will agree to whatever you want? You don't own me!" I yell at him. I blinked quickly when he immediately crossed the gap between the two of us and grabbed me by my neck. My eyes widened as he picked me up and violently leaned against the wall as he strangled me.

"D-Damon, what are you doing?! It's hurt!" I scream as I already feel fear because of what he is doing to me.

"You'll get hurt more and there is nothing you can do, Ava. You have no choice this time but to obey me or else..."

"Or else what? You'll bring me to hell? I'm in hell now! What else do you want?" I shouted at him while trying to get rid of his hold on me but he was too resistant.

He was fuming mad that he can kill me now! I can't understand where else his anger coming from! I just left him. Why was that such a big deal to him? He is handsome and rich! Many women will love him! Why is he still focusing on me now?

Damon's eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as he watched me. His jaw clenched even more.

"You don't know what I'm capable of, Ava. You don't know me very well yet so if I were you, sign the contract or I'll ruin your whole life including your job, your family and your friends. Try me." He threatened me.

My heart pounded with pain. The more I look at him now, the more I realize that this is no longer really the former Damon I loved. He had really changed — something that made my heart heavier because of the fact that I still hoped that there was still good left in his heart.

I bit my lip to stop the path of my tears. That lump in my throat became heavier and more painful. Adding to my feelings was the difficulty of losing his hold on me.

"I-I won't sign any stupid contract from you, Damon," I told him emphatically, full of pain and hatred, and then pushed him violently.

I quickly turned away from him when I felt my tears fall. I picked up my belongings and was ready to leave, but before I could get away, he grabbed me again.

I looked at him full of hatred. We stared at each other until he suddenly threw his coat at me and looked all over my body.

"Wear it. You're showing your body too much," he ordered me. When I did not answer, he approached me again and touched my chin.

I blinked twice as my tears kept streaming down my face. I have nothing else on my mind but the desire to leave this place.

"Don't take my words as a joke, Ava. I am clearly warning you. I will give you three days to think about it, although you don't have any choice here. You probably don't want to lose everything, do you?" He mocked the threat at me and looked at my whole being again.

I gasp. I can feel my heart beating faster because of too much fear. I pushed him violently again and quickly left that place.