SASHA POV
His words rang in my ears, firm and direct, sending a shiver down my spine.
I needed no one to tell me he was dead serious; I could clearly see it written all over his face – his determined gaze, his resolute jawline.
My heart skipped a beat in fear, and I frowned, displeasure etched on my face.
What does he mean we’re going to leave together? I thought, alarm bells ringing in my mind.
Is he playing jokes with me? Why would I have to leave with him? Haven’t I done all he wants?
Why aren’t I allowed to leave now?
All these questions flooded my head, but I had no answers.
His grip was still firm on my hands, his eyes locked onto mine as I stared at him, confused and searching for clarification.
He didn’t look like he was joking or trying to annoy me; he looked dead serious.
I waited for a while, hoping he’d tell me it was a prank, but his expression remained unchanged.
No words came out of his mouth, only an unwavering stare.
My anxiety grew, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I responded, my voice laced with incredulity and desperation.
Sebastian scoffed, his expression unyielding.
“So, I look like I’m joking?” Sebastian asked, his voice low and even, but laced with a hint of warning.
I immediately went numb, my heart sinking.
For fuck’s sake, he doesn’t look like he’s joking, and that’s a big problem.
Panic set in, my mind racing with desperation.
What am I going to do now?
“But I can’t leave with you,” I argued, trying to sound calm despite the rising anxiety.
“I’ve gotten married to you legally, as you wanted. Why do I still need to leave with you?” I pressed.
Indignation and frustration fueled my words.
It just doesn’t sit well with me, I thought, my resistance growing.
I have to protest and let him know; I just can’t pack up and leave with him.
Why would I do that?
Is it not like we’re just pretending to be husband and wife?
I know we got married legally, but he insisted on making it real.
That doesn’t mean it’s really real, and we don’t need to act like a real couple.
Exasperation washed over me.
Why does Sebastian keep trying to make things more difficult for me?
I try my best to do what he requests, and then I’m pushed into doing something more absurd?
Resentment simmered beneath the surface.
First, I had to choose between getting married to him or traveling out of the country.
When I finally chose to get married to him instead, he had to make me his slave, having no other options but to do that. He still forced me into getting married to him legally, and now he wants me to live with him? Hell no!
“Have you forgotten about the contract?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
I frowned, irritation sparking within me.
How could I forget? I thought, resentment rising.
I remember signing the contract after agreeing to become his slave, and I only did because he told me that was the only term attached.
“And what about that?” I asked, my tone laced with defiance.
Sebastian chuckled lightly, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“Are you trying to mess with me now, Sasha?” he asked.
I frowned angrily, my face hot with indignation.
Does it look like I’m joking? I thought.
“I’m not!” I responded, my voice firm.
“Stop playing with me and let me go! I don’t have time for this,” I demanded.
I laughed, a harsh, mocking sound.
How dare he toy with me?
“Just get into the car,” he instructed, his tone firm and commanding.
I chuckled lightly, a mix of resignation and self-deprecation.
I’m a real fool! I thought, shaking my head.
How could I have never thought of this? I berated myself.
I messed up big time!
Regret washed over me, my mind racing with “what ifs.”
“I should never have agreed to something like that,” I thought, self-reproach etched on my face.
What was I expecting when I chose to marry him, even with the condition of becoming his slave?
Naivety, desperation, or both?
I couldn’t run away from this now or ever.
Resignation settled in.
I need to live like this for the next year.
This tickstar had really manipulated me into falling for his tricks.
Anger and frustration flared.
I should never have accepted that crazy condition.
Now I have no other choice but to do exactly what he says.
I’m really fucked!
Despair whispered in my ear.
“Fine!” I responded, surrender lacing my voice.
“I’ll go with you, but please let me go get my stuff and clothes at the hotel,” I requested.
A glimmer of hope flickered perhaps a chance to gather my thoughts.
I knew I had no other choice, and there was no point in trying to beg him, so pleading for his permission to go get my things back at the hotel was the only thing I could do now.
“No, you don’t need them,” Sebastian said, his voice dripping with pride and condescension.
“I will get you anything you need once we get home. Everything you want will be provided for you.”
I felt a surge of frustration and resentment.
He thinks he can just buy me off?
I don’t need new things; I want my old stuff and clothes, my comfort, my familiarity.
“Thank you, but I want to get my own things,” I responded, my tone firm.
“I promise I’ll come back immediately. I’m done packing them.”
Sebastian frowned, his expression disapproving.
“Do you really need them that bad?” he asked.
“I told you I’ll get you everything you want. Stop being stubborn and let’s go.”
His words were laced with impatience and annoyance.
I frowned, my determination growing.
“No, I want them!” I insisted.
“Just let me go.”
Sebastian sighed tiredly, his eyes flashing with frustration.
He stared at me, his gaze piercing.
I knew he hated that I didn’t give in to whatever he said easily.
But I just can’t help it; he always tries to control me, to make me do what I don’t want.
I won’t let him have his way every time.
“Are they that important to you that you can’t let go?” Sebastian asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and amusement.
I nodded in affirmation, my determination evident.
“Yes, it is very valuable to me. I really need to take them,” I answered.
Sebastian chuckled lightly, his expression condescending.
“Fine, then I will have someone bring them for you,” he said.
His words were laced with patronage, but I felt a glimmer of relief.
“So you can be rest assured that you will have them, okay?” he added.
I wanted to be pleased, but my exhaustion and frustration overshadowed my gratitude.
I had wanted to retrieve them myself, but I just had no strength left in me to argue with him.
He’s not going to listen to me, even if I try to.
Resignation washed over me.
“Now, let’s go. Get into the car,” Sebastian instructed.
I sighed softly, my shoulders sagging in defeat.
I entered the car, my mind racing with apprehension.
I wonder what life awaits me in Sebastian’s house.
Uncertainty and fear crept in.
What would his home be like?
Would I be trapped?
Would I lose myself completely?
My imagination ran wild with worst-case scenarios.