How long has it been now? That's such a stupid question. It's been two months and 17 days.

Yes, I remember how long it's been. I could also go down by the hours, minutes, and seconds, but I'll spare you that detail. That's how long it's been since I've been sold to this so called man. Now granted, I have not actually met him yet, praise god.

I hope to never.

I've seen far too many girls go into his room at night, and I've never seen them since. It's a crazy thing really... where the hell could they go! Which, given his reputation, I'm pretty sure their done for.

Like: wacked, gotten rid of, never to be seen again, dead.

I was soon supposed to be one of those girls, it was just a matter of time and he would call the next one and it would of course, be my turn. I was a nervous wreck.

Now, yes, he seems to be a monster, and hell, I believe that one! There is one downfall though. How the hell can someone be like that and be so damn gorgeous! I've seen him passing by or at the dinner table (Which we eat in the kitchen sometimes.) and so forth. I've never seen him up close though, which is tempting, but I'd rather keep my head intact.

What I have seen though, is something else. He has nice long black hair, not sure what color his eyes are though... his build is AH-Mazing and he's pretty much eye candy. Which sucks for me because, suddenly, that makes being locked in a room with him seem not so bad anymore.

God I'm an idiot.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not some wild girl that has done it all or anything, oh no, I am uh... still... ya know. So how the hell did I get sold to him to be in his 'brothel'? Well...

I grew up being happy, at least for a little while. It was just me and my father and man did he love me. When I was seven though, he got extremely sick and passed away shortly after. That was the hardest day of my life. I broke down, became depressed and didn't have any place to go. A family took me in though. They seemed nice at first; husband, wife, and a baby on the way. It was perfect. They cared for me, but after some years, he lost his job, his wife caught him cheating and so she left him, and me. She took the baby so it was then just us.

Only he wasn't as nice as I first remembered.

I had gotten beaten a few times, being blamed for his wife leaving as he drank his life away. He never said anything nice anymore to me; he just was such... a horrible broken man. One day, he was down on some money and went out gambling, drunk of course.

Dumb bastard.

When he came back, still drunk, he told me he had sold me to Sir. Michael Draddon.

Can you say WTF?

Guards came a few hours later to collect me and I was only able to take a couple of things with me. Which really wasn't that bad, considering I didn't have a lot, except the few belongings of my father.

I haven't heard from Jared since... my uh, step-father. Yeah, that's his name, Jared Boey.

Dumb name right? Ha. I laughed too. It's whatever though. Back to now though.

How long do I have to stay in this room? I've been in here for the past 2 days, only getting a bit to eat. I just want to get out. Why was this happening now? I just need some fresh air, something productive to do! I hated being in locked rooms, especially since it reminded me of being in a dark room with my father dying.

"Knock, Knock!" A woman's voice chimed, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, yes?" The door opened and a beautiful woman walked in, a sly smile on her face.

"You don't look ready at all!" she gasped. Apparently I didn't look good enough?

"Ready for what?" I asked.

"Ready for what? Are you serious! It's your night with Sir. Michael! Hasn't anyone told you!" she scolded, wrinkling her nose down at me.

I froze. Shit. Shit. Shit. No, no no! Not now, I'm not ready! I can't do this!

"No one has told me." I admitted, looking down. My stomach began to tie itself into a knot.

"Figures." she scoffed. "Oh well, quickly, let's get you ready! Sir. Michael doesn't like anyone being late!"

"Who are you!" I asked, she just walked over and grabbed my arm, kind of forcefully, which actually hurt, and glared.

"I'm his favorite, the only one he keeps. Now, you'd best show your respect when talking to me. Understand?" She gripped tighter.

"Yes!" I whined. Damn. She was strong! That was going to leave a mark.

"Good. Now, let's go!" she loosened her grip and off we went to the bathroom.

Man, I tell you one thing:

That was the most embarrassing time of my life.

I found out quickly, painfully too I might add, that this woman was Danielle. She's the only one that Sir. Draddon has actually kept when it came to girls, which reminded me why I was so fucking scared. Was I going to be another girl to disappear? Was he going to... kill me if I wasn't good enough?

Now, I am not usually that scared, but after 'Danielle', his 'favorite', took me into the bathroom, stripped me down, and went over everything that was wrong with me...

Can you say Self-confidence destroyer?

She told me I wasn't polished enough, my legs were too fat (which I thought I had nice toned legs), my face needed treatment, and my breasts were too small for his liking. Which I didn't get because mine are the same freaking size as hers!

She made me shower and pour tons of different good smelling crap all over me and made me scrub my skin so hard it hurt! All I kept thinking was, I need to do what I was told, I needed to impress him somehow, and I needed to stay alive.

I tried to think of different things I might be able to do, anything to make myself stand out, and not be wasted off like the girl before me. Then I remembered it was of no use, I was still inexperienced and didn't have anything different to offer.

Now all this was running through my mind about an hour ago. Now? What's running through my mind now that I am standing before his door?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Yeah, that's pretty much sums it up. Well, I guess you could throw in a couple damns in there too. It's not supposed to make sense anyways. I slowly raised my hand, afraid, but I knocked anyways. I needed to make sure he allowed me to enter.


Hmm, maybe this was my lucky night! He wasn't there! Score! Oh wait... Danielle said that I was to enter and wait for him if he wasn't there.

Damn it!

Slowly I opened the door and looked in. I couldn't see much, it was really dark, so I took a deep breath and walked in. I was doing as I was told, can't kill me for that right? right? God, you're not helping.

Sighing I walked over to a large object which I found was his bed. I took a seat at the end of it, and tried looking around.

Damn this night blindness!

Sighing I gave up. This was useless. I was to sit here and hope and pray that he wouldn't show. The door opened. Damnit! No such luck!

There I saw the outline of a very tall, muscular man walk in and shut the door behind him. My breath caught. What was going to happen? I can vaguely see his silhouette from the moonlight shining through the window, and watched carefully as he walked over to a chair, further away from me and plopped down, sighing.

Did he not see me? Should I say something?


"I know your there girl." he quickly answered and sighed, reading my mind. "Don't speak unless spoken too. Understand?"

Hmm, same stupid line Danielle used. I nodded, and answered.

"Yes Sir."

"Good." he coldly spoke. His voice was deep, nice though, but scary all at the same time.

I listened and just sat there; waiting for him to do something, say something. Not much longer I finally saw his outline get up and head my direction. My heart stopped. Shit, what was I supposed to do! What was he supposed to do to me? Oh god, so many things! I just froze.

He came up, and looked at me, I saw him hesitate at first. Why? But then he gently took my chin to look at me some more. I just avoided his gaze as my body started to shiver. I was scared.

Apparently he knew this, guess my shivering gave it away or something (que sarcastic quote), and he dropped his hand from my face, sighing again as he walked around his bed and laid down on his part of it. "Always the same." he whispered and groaned, running his hand through his hair as he starred at the celling.

That made me curious. I spoke before I thought.

"Same as what?" I asked him.

He didn't move. Oh no, he didn't move, but his eyes, oh yes, I saw his eyes wonder over at me. I swear his gaze came from the 7th circle of hell. I regretted that right away. But I couldn't back down now, I started this, plus I really wanted to know what he meant!

I was always such an idiot.

"Did you just ask a question?"


That actually made him sit up from his laying down position and I gulped. After a minute of silence, which felt like FOREVER, he finally answered me.

"You're all the same. Never what I'm looking for, always afraid, always shy, always... boring."

Oh, did he just call me boring!

"Who the hell are you to judge me and call me boring when you don't even know me?" I snapped back. Fine, now he was just pissing me off. If he wanted a challenge, I'd give him one!

"Are you deaf?" he asked.

"No. Why?" I continued to look at him. I still couldn't make out his eye color in the dark, but they were glued to me.

"I thought I told you to only speak when spoke to, so you must be deaf." he glared.

"I'm not deaf, Sir. Draddon. I just don't believe you can judge a person just by their reaction to meeting you. I mean, you have a rep of being a... um... well you know. I have no idea what you are going to do to me, and well, that does cause for some fear! Plus after your 'favorite' talked me down, I'm sure-"

"My 'favorite'?" he cut me off, glaring.

"Uh yeah. Danielle?" I half replied, half questioned.

"I don't have favorites, you would do best to remember that." he decided for me.

"Sorry." I replied looking down. I didn't know what to say after that. "I just assumed-"

"What's your name?" he asked. Which threw me off guard.

"It's uh..."

"Uh? Seriously? That's hideous."

"No! My name is Aurora! And what if my name was, 'uh'. You have no right to critize!"

He chuckled.

Did I just make him... laugh?

"I have every right, since I do own you. Lucky for you, I like the name Aurora. It's nice. Different." he smirked.

"I thought you said I was the same as all the rest." I crossed my arms.

"You seem to be proving me wrong." he studied me and then finally raised his hand, signaling for me to approach him. Cocky bastard.

I listened though, no need to stay on his bad side! I stood up and made my way over to where he now sat. He stood to his feet, right in front of me, his body was very close. I blushed deeply, but luckily, I'm pretty sure anyways, it was too dark for him to see that. I couldn't believe his size! He was huge compared to me! He towered over me, and his body was so broad, it was sexy but scary as hell.

I could feel his breathe against my face as he leaned down and took his hand to my chin once again, lifting it towards him. It turned my face from side to side, looking at me more carefully. His expression had changed to a blank one. I could see his face a lot better now that it was only inches away from my own.

"You look familiar." he didn't tell me, but himself.

I just sat there in silence, waiting, watching. His eyes were a strange silver color from what I could tell. His face had sharp features, not too sharp though. They were perfect. Unlike my own, I'm sure. I was always told I was beautiful, but only by my father and one other man. Well, at the time, a boy.

"What are you going to do to me?" I finally asked, breaking his concentration. I couldn't help it! I was curious and freaking out inside! His gaze became hard once again, losing the relaxed expression he had on before. Did I say something wrong? His hand dropped and he turned away, dropping back down onto his bed.

"There are some blankets over by the bathroom. You can find a place on the floor and sleep." he told me, rolling over on his extremely comfortable bed.

"And a pillow?" I dared ask. His head turned to glare at me.

"No. You'd be wise to watch your tongue from now on. Otherwise, I'll cut it out for you."

I swallowed hard and I nodded. "Yes Sir." and quickly scurried off to where I thought might be the bathroom.

I hit a few things, stupid night blindness, but I finally found a single blanket, not even very thick, sitting on the floor.

"Keep it down would you!" he snapped coldly, hearing me hit random objects. "I'm trying to actually get some sleep tonight!" he growled, pulling the warm blankets over his body.

Bastard! It was a cold night and there he was, all cozy and warm in his bed, while he made me sleep on the damn floor with nothing but a thin blanket! Did I mention that his floors were stone?

Cold as freaking hell.

I wrapped the blanket around my body, thinking that was the best way to keep warm, and found myself lying down on the stone flooring. My body shivered once I touched the cold floor, but I tried not to make any sounds, in fear of what Sir. Draddon might say.

I used my arms to prop my head up, and surprisingly I fell asleep pretty fast.

Now, morning seemed to come too soon, either that or I fell asleep late and Mr. Bossy got up extremely early. Either way, I didn't want to wake up yet.

I sat up, stiff and hurting once I realized I was still on the floor. Bastard, he so could have gotten me more blankets or a freaking pillow! I spent half the night freezing my ass off!

I watched as I saw his body come into view; he walked out of the bathroom, only in shorts.

Can you say 'oh hott damn!'

Yeah, that's what I was thinking once I saw his shirtless body. Damn and just when you thought he couldn't get more gorgeous!

"You're drooling. That's not attractive." he commented, not even looking at me! I quickly turned and looked away, unable to keep the red from my cheeks. AHhh there is the cocky bastard again. I hate cocky.

"Sorry, I'm not used to seeing men... ummm.." I tried explaining.

"Did I ask you to tell me your reasoning?" he looked over at me, blank expression.


"That's what I thought." he rolled his eyes. Hey, his eyes were silver! That sparked my interest! I've never seen such eyes! They were amazing! Okay, so I can be a little ADD sometimes.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as I held the blanket close to myself. I had been put into a horrible slutty nightgown, and luckily it had been too dark to see it before, but now, it was daytime.

"Now, you'll be wise to not speak a word about last night." he told me.


He glared something awful at me, walking up to me and squatting down and grabbing my chin hard. For someone who was so beautiful to look at, he sure had the meanest eyes.

"What was that?" he asked, in a threatening tone mind you.

I stayed silent. Suddenly I remembered who I was dealing with. How could I have been so stupid as to talk to him in such a way? He was a killer, a horrible monster of a man. Yet I was trying to stay alive, yet provoking him?

Idiot? Yes.

"That's what I thought. Now get out of my room before I throw you out." he growled.

"Yes Sir!" I quickly replied, jumping up and heading towards the door.

"Aurora... " He called out my name. I stopped suddenly and looked back at him, my hair a mess and he had the most evil grin upon his face. "I believe that belongs to me." he pointed to the blanket covering my body from indecency.

Oh damn him.

"Sorry." I growled and slowly removed the blanket from my body. I threw it on the floor, knowing quite well what he was doing.

What surprised me though was when his eyes traveled up and down my body, his grin lost, and his expression seemed shocked.

Was he checking me out? And liking it!

I just rolled my eyes and stormed out, slamming the door behind me. Who cares if that pervert/ jack-ass was a killer! He got on my damn nerves!


Until next time!