Page 11 of Owned By Frank
If he thinks I'm going to shut my mouth, he is very wrong
- Are you deaf too? - I call say with sarcasm.
Everyone keeps silent and waits for the fool to speak.
- Haven't you heard that you belong to me? I don't think there's any other deaf person here but you.
- What makes you think I'm your property?
- You have been bought, to be clear, you are my gift...
- And? do you think I’ll take that as the reason I should belong to you? let me tell you that we are in the twenty-first century no matter what your half a neuron thinks.
Everyone murmurs with indignation.
The boy changes that smile into an angry and serious grimace, he hurries over to me.
I close my eyes tightly to wait for the blow but it never comes.
I feel a hand on my waist and another on the back of my neck. I open my eyes quickly and before I can reason those lips collide with mine.
It moves them quickly over mine. I hit his chest hard to push him away but he puts both hands on my waist and draws me closer to his body. He kisses me and at the same time looks at me with mockery. A spark of anger ignites in me and without hesitation I bite his lower lip hard.
He lets out a whimper of pain and walks away from me. His hand goes to his lip, he bleeds. He gently touches the injured part and grimaces in pain. He smiles at me even as the blood paints his lips. Everyone is stunned.
He comes up to me himself to show me an arrogant smile. He gets too close to my face and at this moment I feel my heart is going to explode. His lips land in my ear and then whisper:
- That was to show you that you belong to me, now you are mine, that means that I can do with you whatever I want. If I want I can fuck you right here, I can make you spend the most humiliating moments if it pleases me, I can give you to any of these fucking perverts if I feel like. I can make your life a shitty one starting from now, so stop that haughty behavior or I will have to punish you, baby...
My anger boils and my impulses act on their own.
With both hands I push it and then I smash my palm against its face. The sound of his cheek being struck is like music to all presents who cannot believe what I have just done.
He holds up his cheek and can't believe what I just did to his beautiful face.
- Who do you think you are to tell me all that shit?! - I yell at him.
He smiles massaging the red area of his skin.
Again he comes close, this time seriously with a firmness that scares me. I think about giving him one more slap but when I raise my palm he stops it in the air with force and then looks at me seriously. +
- My name is Frank Brandt and baby, let me tell you, you just messed with the real king of this town...