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Chained By a Ring

Chapter 1: The Sinful Angel

'This is my candy bar.'

'Liar, liar, plants for hire.'

'It’s “pants on fire”, Patrick.'

'Well, you would know, liar.'

'Well, if you’re going to be that way, I’ll eat it myself.'

'You better not! I’m warning you…! Don’t!'-

“Everybody come down Right NOW!!” My dad screamed.

Oh no. That's his eager voice.

I sighed. What is it now? I switched my TV Off just when Sponge bob was about to eat his chocolate bar tentatively in front of Patrick. Man... That was the best part!

I skipped my way downstairs.

“This better be good” I said glaring at dad as my mom was already seated.

“Be quiet Danielle.” He glared and dismissed me as he perked up to say the following: “My boss invited all of us to his son twentieth birthday party! It's tomorrow and it’s a costume ball!”

“Yippee?” I say sarcastically and started walking upstairs.

“That's not all!! He will be announcing his engagement to his future bride.”

“Great...” I said now out of sight plopping on my bed and turning the TV back on. “Oh man... its over!!”

I turned around facing the ceiling and sighed. Rich people get married with the only purpose of more power. A mere image publicity stunt to look softer in front of the public. The girl will be just a toy. She will be a simple trophy to show off to the world. I pity the fool girl who gets entwined in this cold charade.

I heard a knock at the door.

“What?” I said nonchalantly.

My mom enters and she looks like she has just being crying.

“Mom? What's wrong?” I said getting up.

“Nothing baby. I-I was chopping onions.”

“Oh.” I said, not debating her but not believing her either.

“Listen honey, we need to go find you the most beautiful gown for the ball. What kind of costume would you like?”

I shrugged. “I don't know. Whichever I guess.”

Mother nodded and walked out of the room. She came back seconds later with a box. “Open it.” she ordered placing the box on the edge of the bed.

I slid to the edge of the bed and untied the beautiful white laced bow that surrounded the white box and gasped as I took off the lid.

I gazed upon the most beautiful white satin fabric ever made.

“Mom, it's positively enchanting! I've only seen your wedding dress in pictures. Why now?”

“Because sweetie I want you to wear it to the costume party.”

“But don't you think it would be insulting to the future bride?”

“Nonsense darling. Besides, it’s not as a bride that you're going. You're going as an angel. I'll bring the wings and everything else tomorrow before we leave but I need you to try the dress on before I do the arrangements.”

“I couldn't possibly wear your wedding dress to a simple party mother.” I looked up just to see my mother tearing up. “Mom? Don't cry. I-I'll wear the dress okay?”

“Thank you sweetheart. Now chop chop! Put the dress on!”

“Okay okay.” I said shooing mom out of the room to undress.

I grabbed the dress carefully trying not to wrinkle it. It was a simple and elegant dress. It had a plunging V neckline with straps that go all the way to the back of the neck and a tight boned bodice that got even tighter by pulling the laces on the back widening my already big hips and pushing my breast out while the floor length skirt felt silky and smooth down my legs. The borders of the skirt were fully beaded with tiny shimmering diamonds as well as the front of the V neckline; demanding full attention to that area. This was my mother's wedding dress. She had two dresses for the whole ceremony. One she used to sign the papers with and the real huge one was ripped to shreds; and I'm not going any deeper on the story,

I opened the door and my mom gasped. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks but it doesn't fit. It's a little loose.”

“That's because you didn't pull hard enough on the knots on your back honey. I'll do that tomorrow.”

“Gee thanks...”

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“I'm telling you Adrian, after this, you will be set for life, my friend.” said Frederick, my loyal and most trustful comrade.

“I know, after I get married, there will be NOTHING that can stand between me and my father's company. If he thought that by putting on the contract that I had to marry someone before I was 21 would stop me, he was deeply mistaken.” I said straightening out my tie “Ugh I hate ties!!” I said annoyed throwing the tie at the floor.

“Calm down dude. Anger is not a good quality in a husband you know.” Frederick said in a joking manner.

“Husband my ass! The girl that gets married with me will be a mere item and the money and stuff I give her will be enough for her. She better not be expecting anything from me except a good fuck.”

Frederick shook his head while he lay on the couch of my room. “Speaking of which, how are you going to choose a bride tonight?”

I shrugged. “I'll take whichever; I don't really give a hoarse ass as long as I get what I want. But first, I'll have some fun interviewing their pretty little selves. I wonder how low these girls will go for money and fame.” I said grinning to myself as the thoughts of girls doing the unthinkable just to have me, or better yet, my stuff. Those greedy little cunts will get just what they deserve.

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The ballroom looked like a dream. Multicolor lights glistened the enormous room and the colorful but delicate decorations blended with them. Everyone was wearing such elaborated gowns. There was music that demanded movement but, no one was dancing.

“Why isn't anyone dancing mother?”

“You know how these parties are honey; no one wants to be the first to dance.”

“Now that’s stupid.”

“Listen, we are going to go look for a table on the next room okay? Stay here and have fun.” dad said; More as a demand than a suggestion.

I glanced around the room, and sighed. “This party sucks.”

And right in that moment, a new song started. I was surprised to actually know this one, better yet like it. It was the song 'The way I am' by Ingrid Michaelson.

I looked around desperately. I needed to dance this song, at least once. I spotted this one guy with bushy red hair and funny freckles dressed as a handsome uhh… James Bond agent? Standing near the punch with a bored face. He'll do.

“H-hey umm... would you mind dancing with me? Just this one song please.” I said pleadingly.

The guy stared at me in shock. Slightly blushing “S-sure. Why not?”

“Thanks!” I said and grabbed his arm and practically ran to the center of the ballroom.

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I sat on my custom design throne just for an occasion like this; scanning the room for a potential fucktoy. All of them looking seductively at me; some even winked or teased me with their bodies. I smirked enjoying all of my birthday presents. All of these girls were previously chosen at a party or something like that by me and Freddie and some came from good sources. Here were all the girls that caught my attention in different ways. Speaking of Freddie, where's the freaking douche at? He's supposed to be here helping me scan these babes.

When I finally spotted him, he was being dragged to the dance floor by an angel.

Wait. That can't be right.

The enchanting girl took Freddie's hand and Freddie placed his other hand on the small of her back as I gripped the edge of my throne in rage.

Her impeccable long white dress flowed as Freddie twirled her around carefully so he wouldn't damaged the long glittery wings attached to her back. Her smooth silky legs revealed themselves up to the beginning of her delicate thighs as he spun her around exposing her white high heels stilettos that were laced up to her ankles and bounded with a delicate pair of bows on the back. Her big sky blue eyes sparkle in excitement as her juicy full set of lips mouthed the song. Her long brown hair was arranged into curly mixed with straight adorning it with sparkling silver flowers everywhere. She was drenched in glitter from head to toe. It was positively sinful to see her; an angel, no less.

Who is this girl?

She swung her hips seductively from side to side, tempting him to take her. Tempting me...

Freddie grabbed her by the small of her back once again with a playful grin as he swoon with her rhythmically.

Ugh!! This song is taking forever!

I nearly chuckle as I realized I was jealous.

Relax, she's the only one dancing. It's not her, it's the situation. I should be the one dancing. It's my party after all.

It's stress. Just stress.

I shook my head and got up walking towards the center of the dance room as the song finished.

She was facing back to me so I grabbed the palm of her hand and twirled her around as she said 'thanks-' to Freddie. Her white silky skirt twirl and her delicate light brown curls followed her while she yelped in shock as I pushed her to me.

She faced me scared and shocked as I pull her closely to me. “My turn.”

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I looked up at him surprised at his barbaric ways of dominance. This guy was obviously bad news.

He was dressed as a King which meant he had control and power issues or something. He had a floor length faux fur red cape that practically swept the floor and underneath the cape, he had a navy blue dress shirt with what I'm pretty sure are fake golden military medals. He also had black dress pants and for shoes, he had a very expensive pair of SBTG private press field warriors, the hottest sneakers I have ever seen. His golden crown laid lazily to the side on his straight black hair and his sparkling green eyes feast upon me. I felt naked.

I threw my hands down and shook him off “No thank you.”

Everyone in the room gasped.

Ok... I don't know if I did this right but here it goes:

I don't own Spongebob Squarepants.

I don't own Ingrid Michaelson songs.

I also dont own Stilettos.(though I wish i had at least one pair.):p

Nor do I own sneakers.

Yeah so Reviews are highly aprecciated. And I'll take them into consideration. Honest.