" What exactly did you mean when you said I belong to you?"
He gazed back at me, his eyes flickering, assessing me, just as I was assessing him. "You will be anything I choose for you to be. My possession, my personal maid, whatever I want you to be, you will be it."
Yes. Anything he wanted me to be. I would no longer belong to me. As soon as I signed that paper, I would be one of his possessions.
"And how long would I be your possession?"
"Until I grow tired of you," he said.
"And then you will let me go and the four million dollars would also be erased." I turned to look at Lorenzo. He kept staring at me.
I turned back to stare at the contract, willing it to burst into flames, but no matter how long I fixed my gaze on it, my circumstances would never change. My father's life was on the line. And all I needed to do was sign that damn thing to secure his protection.
Let's hope that day comes fast when he gets tired of me.
