I didn't know who the fuck Joe thought he was. I had went and got the bitch. She was here in one fucking piece, still breathing, and now he expected me to clean the various cuts along her body? I wasn't some fucking nanny or nurse, and I sure as hell didn't give a fuck if her cuts were cleaned. I didn't even give a fuck about her. I still wanted to let the little bitch go and place a bullet between her fathers eyes. That sounded like a good enough payment to please me.

"Come on, slut," I muttered, looking over at her. I just wanted to get this shit over with as soon as possible. I didn't feel like spending my entire night taking care of some spoiled little bitch.

She sent me a hateful glare, and then slowly stood up. Her brown eyes held pure hatred as she looked at me. I just smirked, returning the glare. She really needed to watch what left her mouth, and what actions she pulled while around me. I wasn't like Joe; I didn't have a fucking soft side. I wasn't Nelson, who would possibly feel sorry for you. I also wasn't Scott or Ace who would probably fall to their knees because she had a pretty face and a nice petite body. No, I was the wrong mother fucker to act like that around because I had no weaknesses, nor did I have a fucking heart.

"Where are we going?" She asked, her voice raising when I grabbed onto her wrist rather harshly, pulling her down the hallway. She wasn't walking fast enough for me.

"Obviously, down the hall," I told her as I continued to pull her.

She groaned loudly, "I know that asshole, but where?"

I turned around and glared at her, seeing a flash of fear shoot across her face in the instant we made eye contact. My tongue darted out of my mouth and moved across my lips as I stared her down. She really needed to watch that little mouth of hers, it was going to get her in a lot of trouble.

"Didn't I warn you to watch your mouth?"

"Obviously, I don't listen to assholes," She spat, mocking my previous statement.

I growled as I brought my other hand up and wrapped it around her neck. I then squeezed tightly as I pushed her into the wall behind us. I walked forward, hovering over her tiny frame. Looking down into her eyes, I saw she was trying to remain strong, though I also saw the fear locked behind those beautiful swirls of chocolate.

"Look you no good fucking slut, you're here and there is nothing you can do about it. You can either shut your fucking mouth and learn to like it, or you can fucking get the shit end of the stick. Either fucking way, you're trapped like a fucking rat. You're our property now," I hissed as I loosened my grip on her.

"You're still an asshole," She muttered.

I rolled my eyes, gripping on to her wrist once again as I pulled her down to one of the large bathrooms. I ordered her to sit down on the bathtub as I grabbed one of the first aid kits that we always kept handy. I really wasn't in the mood to sit and clean her up, but I knew if I didn't, then Joe wouldn't stop bitching at me for days.

"Give me your hand," I told her, and before she could even shift to move it to me, I grabbed it and began dabbing her palm with alcohol before she even had a chance to snap at me.

I could tell by the facial expression she was making that it stung. I smirked at her pain, wishing I could make her feel even more pain for putting me through that chase. I wouldn't have been such an asshole to her if she didn't try to run like some fucking bitch. I hated when bitches ran from me. I was going to find them sooner or later. There was no escaping, so why did they even try it?

I cleaned all the cuts on her hands and arms and then noticed a huge gash in the knee of her jeans. I saw some dark, wet stains on the denim and quickly realized it was blood. I cursed under my breath, realizing I would have to leave that too. Joe knows I don't miss details so if I allowed her to walk out with a bloody knee then he would tell me I had only half way done my job, which was not the case with me. I never half did a job.

"Take off your pants," I demanded.

"What?" She spat, in a rather annoyingly high pitched voice.

"I said take off your pants," I repeated myself, not liking that she had made me done so. I was used to girls listening the first time, and not questioning me.

"I'm not taking off my pants for you or anyone else!" She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I said take off your God damn pants!" I roared, angrily, "You've got a fucking cut on your knee, slut."

"I don't care," She protested, standing her ground.

"Do you want me to fucking knock you senseless?"

She didn't say anything, nor did she make any movements to remove her pants. I snarled as I stepped forward and grabbed her hips, moving her close to me. Her hands were on my chest, pushing me away, but I ignored her and moved my hands to the button of her jeans. I got the button undone, and the zipper half way down when I felt her hand collide with my cheek. The slap was absolutely pathetic and held no force at all.

I took a step back and looked at her. Bringing my hand up, I ran it across the spot in which her hand had just collided with. I chuckled, shaking my head as I turned around and locked the door. If she fucking wanted to do this the hard way, then that's exactly how we would do it. Licking over my lips, I turned back around to look at her. I was more angry now than I had been with her father. She had fair warning that I wasn't one to fucking be messed with and now she had went and slapped me, which was the most disrespectful fucking thing in the world.

"Listen here you fucking filthy bitch," I glared, raising my voice, "Either you let me take off your jeans and clean your knee, or I'll rip them off, and fuck you so hard that your insides fall out. Now make your choice."

Her eyes widened, and I could practically hear the saliva sliding down her throat. I knew the reputation I had around town. Everyone thought I would spread a chicks legs, and bury myself inside of her, whether she wanted to or not. No one knew the truth behind those rumors, and I didn't feel the need to prove myself. If people wanted to believe I was a rapist, then so be it. I didn't give a shit about what anyone thought about me.

She didn't say another word as I stepped forward once more, placing my hands on her jeans. I finished unzipping them, and then pulled them down her hips. She had on a pair of skimpy, black, lace panties that were far too sexy for the boys around here. If anyone besides me saw her in them then they would surely lose control.

I grabbed a wash cloth and drowned it in alcohol before I placed it across her skinned knee. She bit down on her bottom lip, and I could tell she was preventing herself from whining about the pain. I chuckled darkly, as I pressed into her open wound a bit harder, watching as her nails dug into her other leg, probably trying to relieve some of the burning sensation the alcohol was leaving behind.

"Was that so fucking hard?" I asked, tossing the bloody cloth into the trash.

She didn't say a word to me. She just looked at me with her arms crossed over her chest. I opened up one of the tall cabinets and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and a plain white shirt and handed them to her. Night fall was approaching, which meant Joe would probably want to get her settled into a bedroom soon. I didn't understand why the girls got rooms instead of just being housed in the basement, though I didn't question him. If I did get lonely, then I knew where I could find several girls who were just begging for me to make them scream.

"Are you not going to leave?" She asked, her eyes growing a bit wide, when she realized I expected her to change in front of me.

"I can already see through your lace panties, so you've not left much to the imagination," I retorted, "Now change."

She grumbled something under her breath that I couldn't really understand before peeling the shirt over her body and quickly replacing it with the white shirt, which went to her mid thigh. I couldn't even judge how big or small her breast were due to how quickly she managed to change clothes. The pajama bottoms were next. She slowly pulled them up and I couldn't help but to laugh when she stumbled a bit, nearly falling into the wall. She had fell running away from me, and now she was falling putting on her pants. I made a mental note that she was pretty clumsy, which could come in handy if she tried to escape again.

Once she was changed we walked out of the bathroom and down the hall. Joe was standing by a door waiting for us. I was glad he was going to do something. The last thing I wanted was to show this little bitch around the mansion. I wasn't about to waste my time explaining things to her, that was his fucking job. I had done my job by bringing her here, and now I didn't give a fuck if I never saw her face again.

"Did you get her clean, Punk?" Joe questioned as the two of us approached.

"She's wearing fresh pajamas is she not?" I replied sarcastically.

"Did he clean all your scratches?" Joe asked her, looking directly into those swirls of brown.

"Yes," She said, rather flatly, not even looking at me.

"Good," Joe said, and nodded his head at me briefly, "Now come with me, Skylar." He said.

I took that as my que that my job was finished and then turned around and walked down the hallway. It was still quite early, so I knew there was some things I could get into.