Confined

Ch. Seventeen

A Torn Soul

"Yes, Sir."

My heartbeat quickened as I said those words. I kept my head down and my eyes closed, afraid of seeing Vladimir's reaction..

.... Or Master's.

Why had I said yes? It was as if on instinct I had accepted, I don't even fully know the man but I was planning on finding out more. Although he was intimidating, there seemed to be a dark side to him, and curiosity found the best of me.

I was always one to find answers, and I was in great need of them. Almost as if they were a common necessity.

Just then I felt a warm hand on my chin and I was brought to Vladimir's gaze, viewing him at an eye level. He was smirking dangerously, and his eyes flickered with a bit of.... vengeance?

Revenge? I knew then at that moment that he didn't have the best intentions, and that my acceptance could lead to my very own death. His chilling voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Just precious isn't she? Don't worry, darling.", he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered huskily, "I'll take good care of you.", his lips pressed against my ear lobe, slightly brushing it when he retreated and smirked his famous smirk. His eyes still on me.

"If you're done seducing my slave then I'd really like to discuss this further Vladimir.", Master stated calmly and carelessly. He seems very contained, his voice was rather neutral. But his actions and the way he approached the situation only caused my skin to chill and get goose bumps.

Master was always a man of surprises.

"Yes, indeed.", Vladimir spoke, downing his entire glass of red wine and smirking at me afterwards, breaking the gaze just to retrieve back to the chair posted in front of Master.

They spoke rather quickly about the event, planning the catering and discussing the attendees. My mind, however, was not mentally present. I had other thoughts in my mind, one major one being Master.

He took the situation fairly.... well. And that's what made me go mad. It's almost as if he was giving me a warning, to expect the unexpected. And that's exactly what I planned to do.

"Esmeralda?", Master's voice caught me off guard. I softly shook my head from the thoughts wandering within and followed my gaze towards Vladimir, then back at Master's. My lips slightly parted and my breathing heavy, eyes widened as they both stared back at me. One face filled with mischievousness and the other distant and stern.

I slowly gulped.

"Yes Master?", I asked softly. He sighed and rested his head on his hands, his right thumb slowly caressing his plump, and now, red lips due to the wine.

I couldn't help but lick my own and bite my lip at the sight, his muscles bulged out from his tight and pressed suit. He was simply a sight to see. Vladimir's sister is a lucky woman.

"Maybe instead of daydreaming about impossibilities, you should settle on paying more attention to my commands or rather anyone else's for that matter. You're not sent up here everyday just to simply stand there as a prop, you're here for my use, and right now, you're not doing a very well job at it.", once again his voice was calm but stern. I couldn't help but flinch.

"I'm trusting you in escorting Vladimir to the fifth floor where he will stay for the night, seeing as though it's late out and we have business to take care of this following week. You will remain there until Lucas comes and escorts you to your dormitory. After that, you're on your own time until lights out.", Master spoke in his dominant and commanding tone, yet his voice was still too calm to be an order.