Page 17 of Owned By Frank
- Just calm down!
- No! - I push it.
His eyes lose their color and become quite dark, his clenched jaw informs me that he has already lost his patience.
He comes up to me and grabs my wrist tightly. I let out an irritating scream and start hitting him with my other free hand. I don't wait for his grip on it. Now he holds both of my hands.
We both struggled and at this moment I feel quite strong, he is putting down curses in that language that I cannot understand. We struggle around the room until he sets a trap for me with his foot and we fall right into bed. I feel his weight on me and that prevents me from breathing so I push him, this one however, puts distance between us but not at all, he refuses to lift his body from mine.
He shows that damn smile and winks at me, an act that I find quite annoying. His lips give way between my neck and it's enough to make my breathing gasp, to make my nerves swell and my heart beat wildly.
His lips run all the way around my neck until he stops in my ear, his warm breath makes my hair stand on end. I want to remove it but no matter how hard I try its weight and strength exceeds mine. His eyes stick into mine and I can see that they come down to my lips with such a disturbing slowness.
- W-what are you doing? - I realize late, that I stutter.
- Shhh... - his lips come close to mine and he pushes them against my mouth.
I close my eyes tightly, his hands hold my wrists against the bed and just his short closeness makes me damn scared.
I don't deny it, Frank is intimidating...
I think he's going to kiss me but he doesn't. Instead, his lips come back to rest on my ear.
- I need you... – he whispers.
I open my eyes wide when I hear that comment. I listen to his slight laughter, what is he going to do to me?
Luckily for me his grip is loose and his body rises, leaving my lungs to feast on more air.
- Not like that - he smiles as he rolls up the sleeves of his fancy coat - I need you for something very important...
I smile like a fool when I realize that I have fallen and with all the sorrow I get up to face it again.
- And what can I do for you? - I smile at him with irony and cross my arms.
He looks at me from head to toe as if he were making sure of something. It is then that he approaches again, this time with great slowness, I see in those blues that he is plotting something.
Need me? How can I help you?
- You will have something like a job - he shows his perfect tooth line. That fucking smile.
I laugh and look at him with mockery.
- Is this for real? All this just to be offered a job? And what will be my pay? Will you give me money? Will you let me leave the room? Will I be able to eat dinner with you? - I'm laughing.
This is a fucking joke to you?. His gaze hardens, his eyebrow furrows and he looks at me with total seriousness.
- I will give you your freedom.
My laughter stops and I look at it in amazement, my freedom? What kind of work? Do I have to kill someone or something?
- I'm listening - I'm serious.
- Your only job will be to be by my side...
- At your side?
- Yes, by my side. You will go with me wherever I go, you just have to look beautiful and smile. You will only nod to everything I say, if I want you to dance, you dance, jump, jump, sing or just stand like a statue...