A familiar face comes into view, a lady whose face brings nothing but insecurity,Pain and low self esteem, my words had crept under the rugs, simply unable to Fathom what to say at the sight.
It was the same lady I had met in the mall earlier, who insulted me for being a low life porn actor, with no cash, I had successfully bought my dignity all thanks to Sinclair, but now I was not only present to her as a low life pron actor.
But a sex slave to a bossy rich lady , who had successfully deposited me to be punished by her, “ let’s go” Sinclair said tugging on my arm my heart hurt so much, it bleeds, our eyes held each other and it felt like I was rooted to the floor .
Does she recognize me?, she can’t right, “ penny!” The people yell at me to bring me out of my misery, the staring contest broke and she averted her gaze, my heart aches so bad, does she see me?, I would never be able to look anyone in the eyes ever again.
She’s a fuckin propaganda, she will slander my name in the streets, I bet she volunteered to flog the hell out of me!, I hate you Sinclair, I feel the lava bobbling within me, mentally wreaking havoc on every single soul here.
They tug the chain harder making me growl, I can’t do much in chain, I am bound to be ridiculed, Sinclair is bent of putting me through hell but I am terminating this contract today, I am severing all tiles with her, I want nothing to do with her and her stupid money.
“ penny”
Penny!….
The people yell and I hate the name already, I am Martin Jacobs not penny, and I swear with my huge dick I will wreck havoc, the bulky men behind me pull me out of her strip club like a prisoner which I had become.
Sinclair stride elegantly beside, I try my best not to look at her, all I want to do is rip out her skin and stir it in a huge pot like a wizard and feed them to the dogs, I want to do a lot of things to her, and I bet she knows so well that’s why she had maintained a dark aura ever since she removed the blind fold.
I bet she’s afraid, she knows what I can’t do !, the clicking noises of her heels were like war drums in my head and ever click set an unquenchable flame, that’s right I will burn like a furnace
The men put me in the car, with chains still in my hands, and with the looks of it she chose and Aston martins I had cruised town with earlier, if it's not to ridicule me, there are many cars in her garage she could choose but she had to make it obvious that she owns my life to be precises she my maker.
Damn I hate you
The drive home was quiet and way too fast, it too quite a long amount of time to get to the club, and in just a blink of an eye I was back in the hell hole I had signed myself into, Sinclair was furious for a reason best known to her I was pissed too.
Who cares, I was the one being ridiculed for crying out loud, while she stared at me with a glass of liquor in her hands, watching women with my dick like they had power over my life, it’s a private part you know!, ahhh I hate myself so much.
“ step out of the car martins” she said in the most cold tone I had ever heard her say, which peiercs my heart for a reason I was still oblivious about, why should I care if she’s sad, I don’t want to know.
“ step out!” She yells this time, her hands slaps the mirror and it shatters immediately causing shades of glass to fly around like a pot of pop corns,
“ fuck!” She caused as she strides hurriedly towards the elevator!, what was the meaning of that!, I am the one that’s supposed to be pissed here, I was the one publically humiliated I was the one being ridiculed I was the one shamed by an enemy
I should be the one breaking the glass on her, not me, I see the keys beside me and I unlock the cuffs on my hands, followed by my legs. She had successfully cut my skin with glass, classic Sinclair always hurt people and gets away with it..
Stepping out of the vehicle, i feel liquid beneath my feet, Sinclair is bleeding, the blood trailing from where I stood down to the elevator means it wasn’t just minor water droplet, she had successfully sustained an injury.
My legs move on a fast pace without my brain even processing it, she must be loosing quite a huge sum of blood and I am the cause,
How?!
The elevator door chimes and so did my mind as I saw Sinclair laying on the white heaven like cushion, she had clothes coiled up in her hands and tears flowing down her cheek like spring water.
“ fuck Sinclair!”
I feel a hard thud against my chest, seeing her in that positions makes my heart erupt, she shoots a deadly glare at me making my feet stop, but no she doesn’t scare me, she can’t I should be the one getting angry.
I run to the kitchen, with little to no idea of what to do when there is no first aid box, like I literally suck my blood if I have any injury, should I suck hers too, no she’s too classy for that,She’s nothing like mr .
Google has everything, I run back to my room, it took a minute of two, with the long hall she calls a balcony, I locate my phone on the glass figurine she calls a center table
“ how do you treat a wealthy woman’s injury” i type
Fuck this doesn’t make any sense