MY Personal VINDICARE

I pressed my fingers on the papers and it left a little trail of sweat. My hands were literally shaking and sweaty as I signed the contract.

one that had my whole life in it. the ink looked to full because of how hard I was trying not to break down and cry in front of this man. I dropped the pen and faced him conjuring up the little courage I had left.

"I've signed it".

He smiled and stared at the papers on the desk. "You left a little trail of blood on it. but never mind, your signature still looks perfect".

Oh I'd almost forgotten the little cut in my thumb was also hurting like hell but the hurt was nothing compared to how betrayed I felt right now. I just sold myself to the devil.

I flinched when he touched me making him chuckle.

"Oh come on, don't tell me my little kitten is already acting up".

He's brown eyes raked through my body and he ran he's hands through he's black hair.

"You'll do fine for me little kitten, you'll do fine".

I winced when he grabbed my hands and pulled my hair with his other hand.

"Please let me go". He chuckled.

"Now now little kitten, the play is just about to begin".

"Please!" I repeated. Begging desperately for him to release his hand from my hair. I cried out in pain.

"How does it feel to know that daddy won't be here to save your little ass from me. Daddy's Little riches can't save you from me today. Not anymore".

I cried out. "Fuck you"!

"I've got some rules, kitten but for now. Let's get you home".

He removed an handkerchief from he's pocket and placed it on my nose stopping me from breathing.

"A sedative" I gasped. I stopped breathing instantly. He must have noticed it cause the next thing I felt was his knee on my back. I winced in pain and I inhaled.

I blacked out.

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***Five days earlier**

I checked the hallway repeatedly until I was satisfied no one was watching then I decided to step out of my hiding place.

I held my red heels in my right hand and my red purse in the order as I sneaked out of the hall and into the stairs. I breathed in relief as I saw no one. I came down from the stairs and headed towards the door. I twisted the knob.

"And where do you think you're going young lady".

I cursed and turned back. "No where father, I just decided to take a little fresh air in the garden".

My father stared at me and out of instinct I shifted the heels behind me.

"You're going to the garden at this time of day" he searched my eyes and I blinked repeatedly.

"Yes father the cool breeze would make the garden smell more pleasant".

My father nodded. " If you say so. But let Diego go with you".

I scoffed. "I'm going to the garden father, I don't want a guard following me around". My father's blue eyes glittered in mischief. He wore his normal clothing. Khaki shorts and a t-shirt.

"He won't be following you around, just think of him as a guy friend keeping you company".

He walked towards me and my heart leapt. He would see the shoes and he would know I tried sneaking out again.

"I'll go back to my room, if it makes you more happy". He smiled.

"Of course it does, and don't try anything stupid the bugs are watching". He replied.

I rolled my eyes as I passed him by bringing the heels to my front as I left him standing behind me. Attempt to run away three __ mission failed__.

I sat on the side table and thought about my life. Emiliana Armani, daughter of the most richest billionaire tycoon in LA. My father deals in real estate, hotels and other stuff I didn't care about and this always made me the center of attraction. Hey I've been kidnapped four times but that doesn't mean it's a big deal. Of course it is. At age twenty one I still had a lot going on for me. Six feet five I had a pear of forest green eyes and dirty blonde hair that rolled down to my waist. My round face held long lashes and full eyebrows. And a straight nose with full pink lips. I had the curves that I wasn't ashamed to show. And mostly I cause to much distractions.

My father had me locked up and under house arrest when the last kidnapping almost cost him my life. Yeah him.

Others would say I was a proud peacock who lived on her father's money but what else do you expect from haters who would do anything to be in my place. It's not like I loved it. Heck I don't. It sucks to be locked up and only go out when your father sees fit or only when he wants to boast about how great of a daughter you are. I was he's only child so I was kinda the only person inheriting all he's hard earned money which often leaves me as the best choice to go for when kidnapping. I had no mother. Heck!. I don't even know what she looks like. So in one sentence. My life was boring and pointless.

I took off the short gown I wore. I smiled. The gown was rely visible and I can see why my dad didn't buy my lies.

I put in my night gown and jumped in the bed, I closed my eyes and slept.

"Open up Emily, Emily".

"Hmm".

"Emily open up. You're in danger. Open up".

"Hmm I'm coming". I stood up from the bed.

That sounded like Diego's voice. And why the hell was he banging on my door. I pulled the knob and opened it. Almost immediately Diego ran in and locked the door.