The Deal 2: Hell on Earth [Missing Chapter 13]

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Alright, so this part was salvaged from a Russian site, I put it into a translator and plan on revising it. It's still pretty much readable but some parts are a bit wonky. So be warned.

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"Where we going?" I asked Vic.

I looked at myself almost in surprise. For the first time this week I was properly dressed. It was Saturday night, and I stood in the doorway, not daring to go, because Vic didn't say anything about where we were going.

"Just to take a walk," he said mysteriously.

"Where are we walking to?"

"You have no right to ask questions," he said, grabbing my shirt and pulling me out of the apartment. " You have the right to do what you're told.

He closed the door behind me and pressed me against it, moving closer. His gaze darted to my lips and then back. I could see that he didn't want to kiss me at the moment, but there was so much lust in his eyes that I was sure it was an unusual evening.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

He pushed me away from him and picked up the bag he had dropped on the ground as he pushed me out of the apartment. I didn't know what it was, but he certainly wouldn't tell me even if I asked, so I didn't even try.

He nodded, ordering me to follow him, and I followed him, following orders. He took me outside. I didn't go out much. A couple times, actually. For the most part, I stayed inside, preferring to find entertainment in the apartment. I liked being inside. Maybe that's why I was so nervous tonight. I was so used to being indoors that going out, especially if I didn't know where we were going, caused a faint panic.

He walked over to the car. I'm used to her looks. I had a little habit of looking out of his bedroom window at the street around five o'clock every day to see that he was back. His bedroom was the only one with a window.

He opened the car door, inviting me to sit down. He put his hand on my head, pushing me inside like he was some COP and I'd just been arrested. A lot of ideas suddenly appeared in my head that could be used later.

"You're not gonna tie me up and throw me in the backseat?" I asked as he got behind the wheel.

Vic chuckled. "Maybe on the way home, if you're lucky."

I couldn't help but smile in embarrassment. The way he spoke and looked at me, and even his smile was so beautiful. I didn't understand how he did it. In some moments he was the most dominant person I'd ever seen, in others he was friendly, and sometimes he flirted with me openly. He was a mixture of all the qualities that could make me blush, which he actually did.

He started the car and we drove off. For a while there was silence in the car. I'm so stuck in their thoughts about him, thinking about how lucky I was to have found someone who wanted the same things as me. It's been a week, and the thought pleased me. I was so afraid he was going to throw me out, but I held out for a little while, and he hadn't lost interest in me yet, so I thought it was all right.

"Do you often go out on weekends?" I broke the silence.

"When as. It depends on whether there is someone with whom to share these outputs," he answered.

"How many Boyfriends have you had? Like before me?" I asked.

He paused. I had no idea why.

" A couple," he said, as if in doubt.

He paused again, and I wondered if I had said something wrong. Maybe he didn't have very good experiences. I certainly suffered from it. I couldn't blame him for not talking about it anymore. If I'd been asked about my last House, I certainly wouldn't have wanted to answer.