4.

I heard his words and felt how I tensed up completely. The eye rolling had not even been something I had done to upset him purposely. Shit. I would have to think about what I would say and do… What was he thinking on doing to me? I swallowed and watched as he licked his lips and motioned for me to come closer. I took a deep breath and thought on running for the door. He was still sitting down. I was up and ready to go. Would I make it there before he would put his hands on me? He had already hurt me last night, I was not fancying more of his touches on my body. Not ever. I didn't make the mistake of looking at the door, but I was feeling like running towards it, a lot. Especially when he cocked his head to the side and his eyes seemed a little darker.

'You know what happens when one of my men decides to disrespect me, princess?' He was back to growling and I hated hearing him speak like that. He knew he was scaring me and he enjoyed it. I remained silent. He nodded once.

'Well… to keep it short, they only disrespect me once.' He stood suddenly, roughly placing his chair back. I froze in shock and took a step back. It seemed he was not only trying to teach me a lesson, he was testing me too. He seemed curious as to how far he could go before I would bolt. I swallowed. I was curious too when I would dare to run. I knew my legs could run fast if I wanted to, but I had never been so scared and intimidated before. Maybe I was frozen. Too frozen to run properly. He watched me for a moment and I knew not doing as he said would only make this worse… I took a few passes in his direction until he moved his hand to his back pocket, startling me as he pulled something from within. I feared it to be a weapon, my eyes wide as I watched what was in his hand. A phone. A cell phone. I swallowed, not understanding what he was doing. He sat back down again, placing the phone on the table.

'I will not ask again, come here.' I did as he said, his tone too dark to ignore. As soon as I stood beside him he easily pulled me between his legs, forcing me to stand against him, right between him and the table before he turned me in his grasp. He took his phone in hand and searched for an app. I didn't like being this close to him, there was no escaping now. He opened the app and showed me a video. Or what at first seemed like a video. I then noticed the video was playing real time, and the street and houses were all too familiar.

'Ringing any bells yet, Aveline?' His mouth was very close to my ear, causing me to move away slightly. Off course he easily held me in place, captured between his legs. It was my street on the video. My uncles street. Why was he showing me this? I could see multiple houses but the closest one was my uncles.

'The next time you are disrespecting me, will have consequences for the people in those houses. I will save your uncle for now, but… next time it will be… a bloody mistake.' His nose pressed in my hair as he spoke. His free hand moving my locks over my shoulder so he had access to my skin there. He placed a light kiss on my shoulder, causing me to shiver.

'That's me being generous, princess, just like I told you. But there is a price for that. Everything has a price, in the end.' I waited for him to move away. Or release me, but he didn't.

'What do you want?' I sounded like a scared little girl. But in that moment, I was. I heard him lick his lips, before he brought them very close to my ear and spoke.

'Get on your knees.' I tensed up completely. He would not make me do… that… right? I moved my head away and saw him waiting. I knew he would not ask again. But… I felt sick thinking about him forcing himself on me. I felt my eyes water, before I blinked the tears away and stepped away from him, slowly kneeling. If he had cameras in my uncles street he probably had people there. He seemed dangerous and crazy enough to hurt people. Kill them even. I could not be responsible for that. Not for people's lives. I kept my head down, hoping this was another test, and he would not make me do what I was expecting him to.

When there came no word from him and the room around us was too quiet I looked up and saw him staring down upon me, he raised his brows as he nodded in the direction of his belt. I felt myself grow even sicker realizing he would make me do this. Sick bastard. I brought my hands up, seeing them shake with nerves and horror as I placed them on his belt. Ever so slowly I opened it, before undoing the button and zipper. My fingers were clumsy, shaking non stop. He moved his hips a bit, adjusting himself. I felt myself grow cold. He wore nothing underneath his jeans, exposing his member sooner than I had expected. What I also hadn't expected was to find his generous seized member, already rock hard. I was startled for a bit, not sure what it was he wanted me to do. I did felt a tear escape my eye, one I had not been able to hold back.

'Now take it out.' It was as if he understood I was suddenly blank in my head. Or maybe he thought I was moving too slow for his liking. I didn't know. What I did know was that I had never done this before. The little experience I had with my first boyfriend had been touching for a bit, and losing my virginity one night. No more. This… This I had not done before. He pulled himself from within his jeans and then forced my hands upon his member. It was very soft, like satin, but rock hard at the same time. I noticed he was not only large enough, but thick too. Understanding he was serious about me doing this, I started working his member with my hands. He sat back a little, grunting as I touched him. He took a sharp intake of air when I touched him a little firmer. He let me go on for a bit, before he grunted. I noticed his thighs flexed.

'Harder.' It was a demand. I was still trying not to cry and determined to make him come as soon as I could so I could stop and leave. He grunted louder when I touched him even harder and faster until he growled and pulled himself away. I watched him come, shocked at hearing him growl so loud. I hastily stood and took a few steps away, hoping he was done tormenting me.

'That was… good… for now.' He sounded a little out of breath, before he pulled himself together and readjusted his jeans, zipping himself up.

'Let this be a lesson, princess.' When he stood I took another step back.

Without much words he took me back to my room and let me step inside, lingering at the door.

'You've never done that before, did you?' I quickly walked over towards the window, creating a lot of space between us. I didn't care if he liked me or not. I also didn't care if he liked how I had touched him or not. I was not planning on doing it again. Ever. He chuckled.

'It wasn't the way you did it that gave you away princess. It were the tears.' I turned away from him completely and stared outside.

'Until dinner princess. Behave.' With those words he left me alone again. Just as he locked the door I ran into the bathroom, washing my hands for so many times the skin was red and sore when I stopped. I hoped he would burn in hell and that he would forget me when dinner time came. I surely was not feeling like seeing him ever again, or even being in the same room as him ever again. I hoped he would walk down that beach and step of a cliff. Wouldn't that be just nice. My anger made me restless, but I forced myself to sit down on the bed. I needed to think things over before he would completely break me. He was far too good at reading people. He just new all to well what my fears and insecurities were, and how he could force me. I hated that he would use threats such as hurting people on my account. I would never let that happen. Not if I could do anything about it. I reckoned the only thing I could do was keep my mouth shut and not let his words set me of. I dressed into a too large sweater and black jeans. I felt like hiding, covering up. He would not let me be, that much was clear. But I could cover myself up, the feeling of the warm, big clothes giving me some sort of wall to hide behind. He could force me into things, but he had not bothered saying anything about my clothes, luckily. I went back to the bathroom to drink some water before I once again settled by the window, watching the sea. The water seemed calm, at ease. It was a nice distraction to see the seagulls fly over the beautiful water. I couldn't smile about it yet… but I felt a little spark of joy, seeing how beautiful the world was. Even if I was having such a horrible time here in this house. After a few minutes I watched a few cars with trailers pull up beside the house. I couldn't see all the cars, but I saw Riddick walking towards them, meeting the men that stepped from the vehicles. For a moment I was scared they would look up and see me, but they all seemed way to preoccupied for noticing me. I watched how Riddick walked around the vehicles on the trailers. I even spotted a motorcycle between the cars. It seemed like some sort of oldimer, like the cars. It looked beautiful. Riddick walked back towards the men and nodded a few times, they shook hands before I watched Riddick pull something from his pocket. I could not see it very clearly, but it had to be money, tied together or something. He gave the men some of it, then circling back around the vehicles, touching some, letting his hand glide over the surfaces they could reach. He watched every car and inspected the motorcycle before he walked back, talking to the men around him. I even saw him smile a few times. So he could be civil. Only not towards me. I watched them move away from where they stood, maybe disappearing into the house. The view was out of my reach as I watched the sea again, wondering if maybe for the right amount of money Riddick would let me go.

Time seemed to pass by slowly when you were all alone in a room, with absolutely nothing to do. I had no tv, no books and no one to help me pass the time. I was starting to feel restless once again. I wandered in and out of the bathroom before I dared to take a quick shower. My fear of Riddick had increased since this morning. And I surely hoped he would not enter the room when I was in the shower. Drying myself and dressing in jeans and a dark green blouse, I dared to take a deep breath in relief as no one was in the bedroom when I walked of the the steamy bathroom. I noticed there was a little more stuff in the bag than I had noticed. Not that I had been searching through the bag, so far I only had pulled the clothes from the top. There were some things from my bathroom at home as well. A little bit of makeup, day cream and some woman supplies. When I watched the underwear that did not match together at all, I started to belief my uncle had hastily put the bag together. I shook my head thinking about him. A part of me was angry he had let Riddick take me away, as a part of some deal. Not that I understood the nature of the deal. Riddick had still not told me anything. But nonetheless, my uncle had let me be taken. The one safe place in my life was now not safe anymore. It was sullied. I felt my eyes grow watery when I thought about my home and only family. There was no one left after my uncle. He had been so good to me for years. Why had he let this happen? Angry as I thought I was, I missed him terribly. I missed him even more when I heard the lock on the door being opened. I dried my eyes and placed all the items back in the bag before I stood, turning to see who is was that opened the door.

Not Riddick, it was one of the ladies once again. But this time she was not bringing me food. She was carrying something else. Something red. Something that seemed to be made out of some sort of silk. I curiously watched her nod at me once, before she placed the material on the desk and watched me.

'Mister Riddick wants you to wear this to dinner. He'll come to collect your shortly.' She nodded in the direction of the desk once and then left me again. I heard the door being locked again, before everything fell silent again. I slowly walked over towards the desk, watching what she had brought me. It seemed some sort of top, there was not really a lot of material for it to be anything more than a blouse. On further inspection, when I took the piece of clothing in my hands, I saw it was no blouse. It was a dress. Short. The material soft to the touch, and a lot more sexy than anything I owned. The back had a lower cut than the front. I neatly placed it back on the desk once I had seen more than I had wanted. I was not changing into that. I rather liked my oversized sweaters. Riddick could bring me all the clothes he wanted. I was not doing this.

What if he punishes you again then? I bit my lip. I did fear him and his antics. But I was not making myself become some sort of object he could play with. I went through the stuff in my bag once more, taking the cream and little bit of makeup in there. The mirror in the bathroom told me exactly what I already felt. I still looked whiter than ever and decided I wanted to look at least a bit like myself. Maybe I could fight Riddick better that way, at least feeling like myself. I took my time, using a little blush and highlighter to conceal my tired skin. A little bit of eye pencil and mascara had me feeling better in matter of moments. I stared at myself, pulling my hair back in a ponytail, staring at myself in the mirror. I even dared to smile a small smile.

'Better.' I nodded once, placing the make up on the sink and walking back to the bedroom, a little shocked to find Riddick sitting at the desk, his eyes directly finding mine.

'Well someone is feeling better, hmm?' I didn't care for his mocking tone, but did not roll my eyes at his words this time. I saw his eyes watch my face before they found my eyes again. I lingered in the opening of the bathroom door, not sure if it was safe to come any closer. He took the red dress in his hands, extended it out to me.

'The only thing missing is a proper dress.' He lifted his eyebrows. I was not moving. I saw the subtle warning in his eyes, but I was not giving in that easily.

'That's hardly a dress.' I mentally slapped myself. Shit. Why did I blurted that out? He seemed surprised, placing the dress on his lap.

'You do not like it?' His tone was not mocking this time, he seemed genuinely interested in my answer. I swallowed. This conversation started friendly enough… But I knew how quickly speaking to him could escalate.

'There's not much fabrique.' Now his mouth turned into a grin.

'And you are… having difficulty with that, princess?' He now stood, taking the dress with him as he came closer.

'I was not asking you to wear it when it was brought to your room. I was merely suggesting it would be better than joining me downstairs, naked.' I swallowed when he stopped right before me, way too close. He cocked his head to the side. I really was not liking where this was going, but I knew he would force me to join him downstairs, with or without the dress. So I grabbed the red material from his hands as he chuckled. I turned to leave the room and change in the bathroom, but felt his hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks.

'You will change in here.' I turned back, seeing his face completely blanco, no grin, no smile. Just him watching me with those dark eyes, daring me to protest.

'Why?' He took a step back, and another until he sat down on the chair by the desk once more. His hands placed firmly on his knees.

'I would like to see what is mine.' I had to fight back tears at hearing his words. Until now I had been trying to be strong, but he was pushing me towards my edges. I had no clue how much longer I would be strong enough to keep myself together.

'We don't have all night, Aveline. Change.' I watched him sit there, all arrogance and intimidation. How I hated that smug look on his face. I knew the dress required me to remove my bra in order for it not to shine through, but that did not meant he needed to see more of me than necessary. I pulled my sweater over my head, and easily removed my jeans, stepping out of them. All the while I watched him. He was not the only one who could win this staring contest. I saw his eyes linger towards my legs when they were bare and then towards my chest as I was only in my underwear now. He smiled to himself and moved his head in an almost invisible nod. I quickly pulled the material of the dress over my head, covering my chest, stomach and a little bit of my legs. The dress was a little longer than I had given it credit for, it came halfway down my thighs. Decent enough, I hoped. I then removed my bra from underneath, placing my clothes on the bed and turning back to watch him. I almost asked him if he was happy now, but his punishment from earlier kept me from spilling the words.

'Well, a sight to behold. Truly.' I was surprised there was no mocking in his tone as he spoke. I only noticed now there was a box on the floor, as he reached down to get it. He opened the lid and pulled out a pair of black heels. I was not really the type to walk around in more than sneakers or cute boots, but these seemed doable enough. They were not ugly either. Actually rather nice and tough looking.

'And to finish it off.' He motioned for me to come closer. I felt so naked in this dress. His eyes almost seemed to burn through me as I moved closer until I stood before him. He placed the shoes before me on the ground. I understood what he wanted of me and stepped into the shoes. Clumsy as I was, I almost fell, if it had not been for him to suddenly stand up and grip my arms, keeping me stable.

'Easy now. We wouldn't want for you to break anything, now would we.' His hands were large and wrapped completely around my arms. I also noticed they were warm against my colder skin. Hadn't it been for who they belonged to, I could have thought of them as nice hands. Scared of where my thoughts were going I stepped away, feeling him release my arms slowly. He extended his arm for me to take, stepping beside me. I watched him, not sure how good and safe his intention were. he smiled, nodding for me to take his arm. I very slowly did, instantly regretting it as he bowed his head closer, his mouth next to my ear.

'Well, now we are almost even, you've seen parts of my body, I've seen yours.' I shivered hearing his deep baritone and pulled my head slightly away. His chuckle was soft.

'Now then, let's move.'

Well any thoughts loves?