Chapter 4 A Dark Turn

Trigger warning (This chapter contains sexual abuse)

BELLA'S POV

"What are you waiting for? go on! I'm not a very patient man" he said looking at me with disgust.

His tone was harsh, and it made me shrink back in fear. I was terrified of what he might do if I didn't do as he said. I tried to think of the right words, the ones that would keep me safe. But all I could think of was how to escape, how to get away from this man who made me feel so small and helpless.

I tugged at my jeans and pulled them down slowly, I was left with the shirt I was wearing that barely covered my butt. I looked back at him and he was looking at me intently. I held the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head slowly, I was left with just my bra and panties.

He got up slowly looking at me with lust. "From now on, you wear only red underwear, is that clear?" I stared at him unable to answer "Isabella!" He shouted and held me by my neck. "Yes, yes" I managed to say. "It's master for you, don't forget I own you" I quickly nodded. He looked at me one more time before leaving the room.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt so ashamed. I couldn't believe that I had let myself get into this situation. I felt like a failure like I had let myself down. I knew that I had to find a way to get out of this, but I didn't know how. I just wanted to go home, to be somewhere safe and away from this man. I just wanted to be free.

As I walked out of the room, I tried to look calm and composed, but I knew that I was anything but that. My heart was racing, and my mind was spinning. I followed the woman whom I had met earlier, and she led me to another room. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew that I had to be strong. I had to keep my head high and pretend that everything was okay. Even though I was scared, I knew that I had to be brave.

The room I was led into was luxurious and spacious, with a large tub in the center. The woman pointed to the tub and said, "Please get in. We need to make you look your best." I felt apprehensive, but I did as I was told. The water was warm and soothing, and I relaxed as the woman began to wash my hair. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about what was to come.

When the woman was done, she spun the chair around so I could look in the mirror. I gasped. I barely recognized myself. My eyes were smoky and dramatic, and my lips were a deep red. My hair was perfectly curled, and I looked nothing like myself. I felt like a doll, and it made me feel uneasy. I didn't know who I was anymore. The woman gave me a reassuring smile. "You look lovely," she said. But I didn't feel lovely at all.

She handed me a dress, and I gasped when I saw it. It was a deep red strapless low-cut gown. It was beautiful, but it also made me feel uncomfortable. I wasn't used to wearing such revealing clothing, and I didn't feel like myself in it. I looked at the woman, unsure of what to do. "You have to wear this," she said firmly. "It's part of the plan." and I swallowed hard, knowing that I had no choice.

She handed me a small clutch and a pair of high heels, both in the same deep red as the dress. I slipped on the shoes, wincing as I felt the tight straps cut into my feet. The woman smiled and said, "You look perfect." I stood up, trying to get used to the heels. They were much higher than anything I had ever worn before, and I felt unsteady. I was starting to feel overwhelmed and out of my depth.

"Mr. Moreno will be here in five minutes," the woman said, looking at her watch. "You have to be ready." She gave me one last look over and nodded, apparently satisfied with my appearance. I felt like I was being prepared for something terrible, but I didn't know what it was. All I knew was that I had to go downstairs in five minutes, and I was terrified of what was to come.

As I stepped out of the room and started to descend the stairs, I was struck by the beauty of the house. It looked like a castle, with its high ceilings and ornate moldings. There were paintings on the walls, and the furniture was all antique and expensive-looking. I felt like I had stepped into a whole new world, one that was far different from my own. I shivered, knowing that I didn't belong here.

As I descended the stairs, my mind raced with thoughts and emotions. I knew that I had to stay calm, no matter what happened. I would try to talk to the boss. I would tell him that I didn't belong here and that I wanted to go home. I knew that there was a chance he wouldn't listen to me, but I had to try. And if he wouldn't listen, I would try to escape. I didn't know how I would do it, but I knew I had to try.

We approached the car, and the driver opened the door for me. I got in, and I expected Mr. Moreno to follow me. He got into the car on the other side, I sat down making sure to leave a space between us. The driver closed the door, and we were alone in the car. I could feel Mr. Moreno's gaze on me, but he didn't say a word. I felt a strange tension in the air, and I was unsure of what to do.

He turned to me and said, "Smile. We need to make a good impression tonight." His voice was firm, and I knew that he was serious. I took a deep breath and did my best to put on a cheerful expression. But inside, I was feeling anything but happy. I felt trapped, and I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.

"Don't forget what's at stake here, give people something to talk about and your dad pays for your mistake. Understood?" He said suddenly, I rolled my eyes at his words while looking out of the window.

"Look at me when I talk to you and fucking answer me" he suddenly said with so much authority that made me shiver. "I understand" I immediately replied looking at him.

I knew that my father's life was on the line here and that I had to play my part perfectly. But I also knew that something was off about this whole situation. I had a bad feeling, and I couldn't shake it. As the car pulled up to the venue, I felt a sense of dread. I steeled myself for whatever was to come. I just hoped that I would be able to get through the night without making any mistakes.

When the car doors opened, we were greeted by a sea of cameras and microphones. The reporters were clamoring for our attention, and I was taken aback by the sheer number of them.

"Behave! No one here can save you from me," he said with his lips very close to my ear. Did he know I was planning to ask someone for help? I felt his warm breath on my face. He moved back smiling at me sweetly, I took his outstretched hand and got out of the car. "Remember to smile and stay close to me," he said

Mr. Moreno put a hand on my arm, and his grip was firm. He led me towards the entrance, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had never been in a situation like this before, and I felt completely out of my element.

The noise of the reporters was overwhelming. I could hear their questions, but they were all jumbled together and I couldn't make out a single word. I felt like I was in a daze, and I could only focus on Mr. Moreno's hand on my arm. I clung to that touch, using it to ground myself in the chaos. We made our way to the door, and I felt a sense of relief as we stepped inside.

I knew that I had to appear strong and confident, even though I was feeling anything but confident. Mr. Moreno was towering over me, and I felt like a child next to him. I straightened my spine and held my head high, doing my best to look like I belonged there. But inside, I was shaking like a leaf. I had never been so scared in my life.

The hall was decorated with rich fabrics and luxurious furnishings. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the walls were covered in paintings. I felt completely out of place like an imposter who had snuck into a world that they didn't belong in. I wanted to turn and run, but I knew that it was too late for that and I had to see this through to the end.

As I looked around, I saw that many of the women in the room were giving me dirty looks. They were dressed in expensive gowns, and their jewelry sparkled under the chandeliers. I tried to remain calm, but I felt like I was about to burst into tears. Mr. Moreno seemed oblivious to the tension in the room, and he was talking to people like everything was normal.

I couldn't help but admire the waitstaff. They all looked so composed, like they had been trained to have a perfect smile. Their smiles seemed to be frozen in place, never wavering or changing. I wondered how they were able to maintain such composure, to keep such a perfect smile.

We were led to a table, and I took a seat next to Mr. Moreno. As I looked around, I saw that there were many different tables, and each one had an auctioneer standing next to it. I realized that this was some kind of charity auction, and I felt even more out of place. I had never been to anything like this before.

I reached for a glass of champagne, hoping that it would help to settle my nerves. I took a small sip, and I immediately felt a warm sensation spreading through my body. I could feel the tension in my shoulders start to loosen. I took another sip, and I began to feel like I could get through this. But then I heard the auctioneer clear his throat, and I knew that the real test was about to begin.

I heard the auctioneer's voice start to drone on, but I tuned him out. I was more interested in watching the other people in the room. I saw them chatting and laughing, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of envy. They seemed so carefree, and they didn't seem to have a care in the world.

I felt Mr. Moreno's hand on my leg, and I immediately tensed up. I looked at him, and he gave me a warning look. I knew that I had to play along, but I was terrified of what he might do if I disobeyed him. I tried to focus on the auction, but I felt his hand on my leg like a hot brand. I couldn't help but squirm in my seat, desperate to get away from him. But I knew that I couldn't move, or else he would know that I was disobeying him.

I kept taking sips of my champagne, trying to maintain my composure. I tried to block out everything around me, focusing only on the taste of the drink. I could feel the alcohol start to take effect, and I began to feel a little lightheaded. But I knew that I couldn't let myself get too drunk, or I would be in even more trouble. I had to find a balance, staying sober enough to be presentable but buzzed enough to get through the night.

Suddenly, Mr. Moreno stood up. He looked at me and said, "It's time." I felt a jolt of fear, and I felt my heart start to race. I followed him out of the room, my mind spinning. I had no idea what he had planned, but I knew that it was something I wouldn't like. I felt a sense of dread as we made our way through the crowd. I had no idea what would happen next.

He took my hand and led me out of the building, towards his car. I was still confused, but I didn't want to ask any questions. I could tell that he was tense, and I didn't want to make him angrier. I followed him as he led me outside, into the cool night air. I looked up at the sky, and I saw the stars twinkling above us.

As we got into the car, I made sure to sit as far away from him as possible. I didn't want to be near him, I didn't want to be in the same space as him. I wanted to escape, to run as far away from him as possible. But I knew that I couldn't do that, not yet. I just had to be patient, to wait for the right moment. And so, I sat there, as still and silent as possible, and I waited.

I was in a state of shock as we got out of the car and walked into the airport towards what looked like a private jet. I had never been on a private jet before, and I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. I felt like I was in a dream like this wasn't real, but it was.

I'm trying to stay out of sight, to not draw attention to myself, to not make any sudden movements, but I'm trying to keep my cool. I just want to get through this, to get out of this situation.

"Welcome Mr Moreno" some ladies who I assumed were the flight attendants said smiling.

He ignored them and dragged me to a room in the private jet, grabbing a fist full of my hair from behind, I flinched in pain it was all too sudden. "You whore!" He shouted and I looked at him confused

"Were you trying to get drunk? And what's with this dress you're wearing? You couldn't wait to show your true colors huh" What was he talking about I looked at him while tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes, The dress was sent by him so why was he harassing me? he didn't even give me a chance to explain

"The bathroom is in there, Freshen up, you have ten minutes."

He said before leaving the room.

I rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turned on the shower, letting the water run hot. I grabbed the nearest products and started to scrub myself clean. I was trying to rid myself of the grime and the feeling of being trapped. I wanted to be clean, to feel pure and free. But I knew that this was only temporary, that I was still stuck in this situation, I needed to come up with a plan.

When I came out of the shower, I realized that I didn't have any clothes to change into.

I looked around the room and spotted a walk-in closet. I went over and opened the door, only to find a rack of men's clothes. I hesitated for a moment, but I knew that I needed to get dressed. I grabbed a white shirt and put it on, buttoning it up as best as I could. I was wearing a man's shirt, and it was too big for me. But it was the only option I had, and I had to make it work.

As I emerged from the closet, I saw something that made my stomach turn. Mr Moreno was lying on the bed with his back, with one of the flight attendants from earlier with nothing but her panties on. She had his cock in her mouth, yuck! and she sucked it like her life depended on it. I couldn't watch, I turned around to leave hoping to get out of there as quickly as possible. But as I turned, I heard a voice behind me. "Where do you think you're going?" I froze, my heart sinking in my chest. I turned back around, and there he was. He was staring at me with a look that sent a shiver down my spine. I knew that I had to stay calm, to not let him see how afraid I was.

I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest, and all I wanted to do was run. But I knew that I couldn't. I didn't know where we were, and I didn't know how to get back to safety. I was stuck here, with him. I tried to remain calm, to keep my breathing even.