COMMITMENT: BWWM ✔️ Book One (Completed)

Commitment: Nia

C H A P T E R 21

A/N: Wattpad isn't allowing me to use the italic keyboard so instead it will be replaced with the underline one. Hope this makes sense

Where the fuck am I?

When I finally came to my vision was blocked by darkness and the smell of old rotten piss and blood filled my nose. My head was banging and my body felt sore and cold to the touch.

I start to panic when I tried to rub my head but was intercepted by cold metal chains around my wrist and feet. What the fuck?

I tried to rack my brain about how I ended up here until I remembered.

I was kidnapped.

Not this shit again.

The whole room is dark and cold. The only light I see is coming from a high gated window shining the moons light in a corner. Whatever chair I was sitting on was rusty and cutting in my back and legs as I tried to move. I tried yelling out a hello or a is anyone there but to no avail. I was trapped and I couldn't get out of this not because it isn't rope, it's chained. I wasn't trained to get out of fucking chains.

"Hello, wife of mine." A familiar deep voice asks from the edge of the room.

I jump back, pressing my back against the chair. "What the fuck do you want." I spit in the person's direction. I am going to make this person's life hell. Apollo better find me soon or I will kill him to for leaving me to deal with this psycho.

"You have a very foul mouth, Princess. You might want to change that before you become my wife and rule the world with me." The man steps further out of the shadows with his hands tucked into his pants and I glared up at the face of my what's-it's-face husband. Sanders voice is calm and collected. So dark and annoyingly sexy...

I laugh. "I'm not ruling shit with you! Let me go."

"Ah ah ah. What did i just say?" He steps closer and bends down to look me in the eye. Every inch of my body runs cold, and I feel like l'm going to puke when he lifts a hand to rub my cheek.

"Stop touching me!" | yell, gathering spit in my mouth to aim it at his face. It lands on under his head and he goes completely still, looking me dead in the eye with the straightest face.

His jaw clenches and he raises back up. "Okay, I see you're not in the mood to talk right now. That's fine by me, but the next time you touch me, spit at me or curse at me, I will hurt you. I'm only giving you one fucking warning, you got it?"

"Oh fuck you." I scoffed. "I just realized how much of a bitch you are. Instead of coming to me when you were trying to look down my dress at the ball, you decided to have your men do your job for you and kidnap me. So please, forgive me if I don't take your pussy threats to heart." I taunt.

His brown eyes turn it slits at my words and his smirk widens into a sadistic smile as he tugs on a strand of his hair. "Pussy huh?" He chuckles. "Okay. I got something for you." He turns to grab something from a table I'm just now noticing and grabs a large bucket that makes swishing noises as he moves it. Holding eye contact with me, he walks towards the door and knocks once with his foot. A guard comes in holding a rag and starts to walk towards me.

My eyes widen in fear. I know what they are about to do. "No."

"Yes." Sanders winks and he stands in-front of me with the guard behind him. "This won't hurt baby, trust me. I'm just going to teach you a little lesson, that's all."