"Arianna, where do you live?" Nathan asked thoughtfully, as he sat back down in his chair and began to spin slightly from side to side.
Arianna pondered her answer for a moment. Was he really going to intrude into her personal life now, too? If so, was this job really worth keeping? There was something inside her that made her continue on with the sudden events that had unfolded, even though she knew that if she looked at the bigger picture, she'd realize how absolutely ludicrous it all was.
"A small apartment downtown," she said finally, quickly remembering to add "sir."
Nathan paused momentarily, his eyes scanning the monitor on his desk.
"You have exactly an hour to go and retrieve all of your necessary belongings. You will be living in this mansion until..."
His voice trailed off.
"Until what?" Arianna retorted, suddenly growing fearful.
Nathan exhaled gently with a smile.
"Until I'm done with you."
Dr. Gold stared at her mentor once more. Nathan's eyes flickered back to the screen.
"58 minutes."
She bolted suddenly, stumbling on her heel but quickly regaining her balance. She dashed down the stairs, through the twisting hallways, and stopped only at the front door to quickly fix her hair and clothes before hopping into her car and keying her ignition.
As Arianna placed her hands on the wheel, she stopped once more.
"What am I doing?"
She stared ahead for a moment, before a trembling hand reached down beneath her skirt and slid itself across her panties. They were absolutely soaked. Arianna had gotten her answer.
The drive to her apartment took 20 minutes, and she was sure that she had sped through several red lights along the way. She pulled up and quickly proceeded up the stone steps to her high-end abode in the thick of the city. Arianna took a moment to fumble with her keys, before finding the right one and heading inside.
As she entered the long hallway of her apartment, Arianna heard something. Something she'd forgotten about, but something that was very, very important. Or was supposed to be, anyway.
"Ari, is that you? Why are you home so early?"
Arianna stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the voice of her fiancé, Evan, emanate around the house. Her face contorted into a wrinkle as she whispered, "fuck" under her breath.
Slowly, she relaxed herself and sighed, regaining composure.
"Yes, Evan, I'm home. I just need to grab some things then I'm heading back to work tonight. It's a busy schedule today though so I don't think I'll be home at a decent hour. You should just head to bed without me."
The tall, extremely muscular, tattooed, intimidating man stepped out one of the rooms and into the hallway as he gazed upon his tiny significant other. Evan was as much of arm candy to Arianna as she was to him. He was a semi-professional boxer; around 6 foot 5 in height, and almost all his weight was in muscle. Arianna had been trying to break up with Evan for almost a year, and although the man claimed to love her, his anger issues said otherwise. On many occasions he'd left her bruised and bloody, and she'd tried to leave him, but he'd begged her to stay and promised he'd change. Arianna was too afraid to know what would really happen if she left.
Evan leaned against the wall, his expression and tone turning cold. "Does your boss not realize you have a life? It's been days since I've had you in bed with me. I'll have to resort to fucking other women if this keeps happening."
Arianna rolled her eyes and sighed, irritated, as she rushed past Evan into the bedroom and pulled out a suitcase, throwing various items in at a rapid speed.
"Fine, Evan, fuck other women then."
Evan lunged toward her and grabbed her arm tightly, causing her to inhale sharply and stop what she was doing. Her irritation quickly turned to fear as she looked up at him.
"What did you just say?" He asked menacingly, his eyes turning to slits.
"I- I'm sorry. I'm just in a rush right now." She responded, her worry now showing through. It only fueled him on.
Evan cast her down to the floor, and with a yelp, Arianna landed with a thud onto her arm. Quickly, she dug her heels into the wooden floorboards and pushed herself backwards, distancing herself as much as possible from the towering giant. She could see his rage was building rapidly.
Arianna's eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. She had less than half an hour to deal with the situation, get packed, and head back to the mansion. Her mind was and heart was racing.
"I'm sorry, Evan, please. I'll make it up to you another time."
"Maybe another time isn't good enough anymore, huh, Arianna? Maybe, just maybe, I want you. Now."
Evan leaned down, and with a blood-curdling cry that came shooting out of her throat, Arianna felt herself yanked into the hair by her hair.
She dangled there for a moment, her hands wrapped around Evan's thick wrist as she tried to alleviate the pain, but tears were already streaming down her face. She found herself hurtling through the air and onto the bed as Evan tossed her like a rag doll, and immediately her hands went to her head, rubbing the strained patch of scalp he had been gripping.
Evan approached her, unbuckling his belt and sliding it off. He folded it in two, causing the middle portions of the leather to snap together.
All Arianna could do was squeak, "Evan, no!" before the folded belt came whipping across her face, leaving a seething wound. Arianna burst into tears again, her hands cupping over the mark as she avoided touching the raw skin directly.
Evan threw down his belt and grabbed the female once more, as his free hand moved to his jeans and boxers, pulling them down. His thick, eight-inch member sprung out at Arianna, who tried to pull away in vain.
