"Let's get one thing straight," Cain said solemnly.
"You live here, you listen to what I say," he squeezed his sky-blue eyes at me, ever so deadly, "when I say you're mine, you 'are' mine."
"You can't deny, no one will believe you," a haughty smirk creep across his face, "that earring says it all."
I scowled at him, my eyes filled with painful tears. Blood dripped down the earring he just "marked" on my left ear.
"I can just take it off," I growled, my voice trembling with rage.
He said flatly, "It's locked."
"And I'm the only one who can open it," he greeted my glares with an arrogant sneer as he leaned in and whispered.
"'Cause the passcode is my voice command."
Story contains mature contents, such as lemon, smuts, lime, etc. The same goes to abusive languages, read at your own risk.