The leather folder was sitting on the table. It was really heavy. It was dark. My dads hands were shaking much that they were shaking all over the place. His knuckles were white as paper. My dad looked at Damien then he looked at me then he looked at Damien again. The leather folder was still on the table. My dad was a man who was, in big trouble he was looking for something good to happen but it was not going to happen. My dad and the leather folder were not going to be okay.
I really wanted to find my voice. I wanted to tell Damien to throw the pen away and fight for me.. I just could not say a word. The room was. That made it even harder for me to speak up. The air around Damien was really thick and heavy it was hard for me to breathe when I was, near Damien.
My dad, Giovanni Russo was a man who could always talk his way out of things. Now Giovanni Russo could barely speak.
"Please Damien we can pay, just give me a few weeks " he said in a shaky voice. Damien was the person he was talking to and he really needed time so he asked Damien to give him a few more weeks.
Damien did not blink. His golden eyes were still fixed on mine. That stare was really scary and it made my blood do a thing. It froze and it felt like it was burning at the same time. I felt this pull from Damien. It was a feeling. Damien had this ancient thing about him. It was, like a force that really wanted me. It was like it already owned me like it had claimed me as its own.
My dad said some things. They did not mean anything to me now. Damien was really powerful. My dad coughed to clear his throat and sweat started rolling down his face.
"This debt it is really more than we talked about " he said.
Damien said it is over.
His voice was really calm. It still hit me like a hammer. The thing is done now.
My stomach felt funny. It was done. The word done made me feel like I was going to die. I was the prize. I was the reason this man came here. My father could not do anything to stop it. No matter how much my father asked him to please stop the deal was final.
My dad picked up the pen. He looked like he was trying to find a way out. Damien did not move. Damien did not need a weapon. My dad was frozen by the power that Damien had. My dad and I were two small things that were, in Damiens way.
Damien told him to sign the paper. He said it softly.
That was not something my dad was asking me to do. It was something I had to do because it was the law. My dads hand was just sitting there above the paper. He did not even need to write down that it was mine. Damiens eyes had already made it pretty clear that I belonged to him. Damiens eyes had already made me feel like I was his.
I wanted to scream that I was not something that belonged to someone.. I was stuck in my chair and I could not get up. The walls felt like they were getting closer and closer, to me. My father. Did not know what to do.
Damiens eyes went to him. A loud growl came out of his chest. The growl was really deep. It sounded like an animal. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My dad jumped back like someone had punched him. That sound from Damien meant we were, out of time. Damiens growl meant things were about to get bad.
The pen touched the paper. I heard the sound it made a scratching noise. This sound meant my old life was ending. My dads shoulders fell down. He looked really broken. All the tension in the room just went away. And Damiens eyes stayed on mine the time Damiens eyes never looked away, from mine.
It was finally done. The papers were. Stamped. The papers that said I belonged to him were right, in front of me. I could not catch my breath. The papers made it official I was his property now. I felt like I was his.
Damien stepped closer to me. The air was filled with the smell of leather and cold wind again. I was able to see every detail of Damien. His jaw was really sharp the gold color in Damiens eyes was very noticeable. His hands were really big. Damien was very intoxicating. He was like a fire that you know is going to burn you. You still want to be, near Damien.
He said that everything is good.
The man did not smile. The man just had control, over everything.
I was really scared. I felt cold. My fear was mixed with something that I did not understand. The fear and this other thing were all mixed up inside me. My heart was beating fast. I thought that he could probably see my heart beating because it was beating fast. I wanted to look from him but I could not. The way he looked at me made me feel like I had to keep looking at him. He had taken control of me and a small part of me a part that I did not like to think about felt a little because of this. This feeling was strange. It bothered me. The fear and this other thing were still, inside me. This small part of me felt relieved because he had claimed me.
My dad tried to say something. Damien raised his hand. This stopped my dad from talking away. I could see how scared my dad was. He had given me to Damien. Now Damien did not want to hear anything my dad had to say. Damien was the man my dad had traded me to. He was not going to listen to my dad anymore.
Damien looked at me. He noticed my hands were shaking and my cheeks were red. He saw that I was trying to hide in my chair. Damien wanted me to feel the fear and the helplessness and the weird feeling that was happening between us. Damien was taking over my attention. Damien was making me feel every bit of the fear and the helplessness and the strange pull that I felt when I was, around Damien.
He took another step. I could feel the warmth of his body now. This was a physical feeling that did not go with the cold look on his face. My heart was beating fast like a drum, in my chest. I thought to myself that this was not right. I should be trying to fight and screaming at the top of my lungs.. My body was doing what it wanted to do. My body saw the master. It was reacting to the master. The master was someone my body knew. It was acting on instinct when it came to the master.
He said to me in a voice: "You belong to me now." Then he said: "Everything that you are is mine." He really meant that the person I am and everything, about me belongs to him.
I really wanted to argue with him. I wanted to tell the man that he could not own a person that it is just not right.. My throat was too dry to say anything. I was fighting with myself I really was. My mind was telling me to run from the man as fast as I could.. At the same time my instincts were telling me that I wanted to know the man to understand what he is, like.
He did not touch me yet. He did not have to do that. The fact that he was there was enough for him to make it clear that I belonged to him. My father was like a toy with no one to control him. The debt my family owed was never really about the money we had to pay. The debt was about me and that is all that mattered the debt was, about me.
A tear fell from my eye. I felt like crying and screaming at the top of my lungs.. I was stuck and could not move. I really wanted to know why he was after me. What did he see in my eyes that made him want me so much? I wanted to know what was so special, about my eyes.
Damiens face was hard as rock. For a moment it looked a little softer. Then it went back, to being really tough. This guy was news. He was the kind of person who could hurt you. He took a step back. Gave my dad a cold stare one last time. Damien was here to get what he wanted. He was here to collect his prize the thing he had been waiting for.
I tried to breathe. I told myself that I am strong.. My eyes kept going back to him. I could not. Think about my body and how it reacted to him. My body had a reaction, to him that I could not ignore. I kept thinking about him. How he made me feel.
Then he did something that really surprised me. He got down on his knees so that his eyes were right at the level as my eyes. That is when I really felt the weight of the situation. His hands were close to my hands. They were not actually touching my hands. I could feel the spark of electricity in the air, around the music store. My breath caught in my throat. The whole world just stopped moving for a moment.
The man told me that I had to go with him now. He said I should not ask him anything. I just had to go with him.
I was stuck and could not move. My father was stuck too. He did not move. Everything around us just disappeared. The whole world was gone. Now there was Damien and I was, with Damien. The only thing that mattered was what Damien told me to do and I was going to do what Damien said. Damien gave me a command. I was going to obey Damien.
The folder was sitting on the table. The ink on it was still wet.. That did not matter to me. The real agreement was the one between his eyes and my eyes. He had broken my life into pieces. Now he was taking those pieces of my life away, from me.
I felt something, in my chest. It was fear. It was also something else. I was really looking forward to what was going to happen. The truth is, I really wanted to know what happened next. It was a desire even though I did not like it. My mind was moving towards the man even though my body was sitting still. I was thinking about the man. What he was doing. I was moving towards him in my thoughts.
He got up. He was really tall and really dark. That was it I was not going back to the way things were before. My old life, with all its things was finished now.
He put his hand out to me. He was not trying to be nice to me. He did this because he thought he owned the person that's me. The air, between him and me felt like it was full of energy. My pulse was beating fast it felt like a bird that is trapped and wants to fly away.
I knew that the moment he touched me my whole life would be different. The touch of his hand would leave a mark on my soul. My soul would be marked by him.
I was not able to say a word. The man who bought me was the person I could look at. I. My heart was beating really fast as the man who bought me finally reached out to touch the man who bought me.
The moment felt long and it was like there was electricity in the air. I knew that the first time we touched would be the end of everything.. Even though I was really scared I still leaned forward a little bit. I was waiting for him to take what belonged to him to take what was his.
His body was really close to mine. I could feel the heat from his body around me. My heart was beating fast and slamming against my ribs. My old life was completely gone it was like a ghost that was no longer there.. When I looked into those gold eyes of his I knew that I was ready for this new life for whatever was going to happen with him, with the person who had these amazing gold eyes.
"Tesoro " he said, his voice was really smooth and rich, like chocolate.
His hand finally touched my hand. My hand was expecting it to be cold. My hand was wrong. His hand was really hot. The spark between his hand and my hand was so strong that I jumped back. He did not let go of my hand. He squeezed my hand tightly and his leather glove felt rough on my hand it felt like he was, in control his hand was strong. My hand was soft.
He said that he has waited for this thing for a long time.
He leaned in close to me his face was just inches from mine. I could see the scars on his face clearly now. The scars were fake. They made him look tough. The scars made him look like a man who always gets what he wants a man, like that.
He said to me "Are you ready to be mine?"
I just could not help the way I felt. I nodded my head. My heart was beating fast but I really wanted this to happen. I really wanted him.
He smiled then. It was a slow, sexy smile that told me I was in for a lot of trouble. But as he started to wheel me toward the door, I didn't care. I was with him now. And that was all that mattered.