Something to regret.

Her mind screamed inside of her skull. Noisy vibrations echoing inside her body.

He had said anything.

She can do anything. She would sleep tonight and rest. Shower, bathe, pamper herself in any way she wishes in the morning and at noon she will join everybody and test herself.

See where she stands and what it is she wants to do.

Y had actually been very kind, and a beautiful red headed woman by the name of Katherine had showed her to her room and given her clothing.

She was rather surprised when she realised she was comfortable. Almost, like feeling at home.

After a shower and a change of clothing she made her way downstairs to find Y.

There was a number of people still downstairs. But mostly drinking at the bar, and chilling out. It reminded her of the activity rooms in her sorority.

She headed straight for the bar and ordered herself a white wine. Her own poison used to be tequila. When she was wild and adventurous and happy that is.

The barman slid her wine across the cherry stained wood, with a curious look on his face. Well she supposed she didn't really look like one of them. Even with the short pleated skirt and sheer white shirt.

"Thank you. I don't suppose you know where, mmm,"

"Do you not know who you're looking for honey?" He asked. An exotic lilt to his voice.

A voice shot from across the room saving her from embarrassment.

"Zachary bought her in, actually. Saved her from Malik he did."

Johnny walked across the room with a huge grin on his face.

"Ooh Sophia. You look so hot. Can I call you mama?"

She smiles back, she likes Johnny. He calms her down and lets her enjoy, life. The pleasures that being alive and breathing brings.

"You certainly can not call me mama. I need to think about what it is I want to do for the show tomorrow. I'm on my way to see Y, I mean Zachary."

Johnny sticks his bottom lip out in mock disappointment at not being allowed to call her mama.

But with a happy boyish smile he takes her to Zachary.

Zachary swings the door open to her timid knock after Johnny walks away.

He wears only joggers low on his waist. Showing far too much skin for her comfort. She stares at his muscled body. Her mouth suddenly going dry.

"Sophia!"

"Oh sorry. Lost myself for a minute there."

She could smell his sweat. Faint in the air and immediately wonders what he's doing.

"Can I help you with something Sophia?"

Uh oh, there she goes again. Getting all gooey over him.

"Sorry, I was hoping to talk to you about tomorrow."

He walks back into the room leaving her out in the hall.

"Are you coming?"

Not yet, she thinks. But she sure wishes she were. She follows him into the room and shuts the door behind her.

He stands at the other end of the room, by the window. Large dumbbells held in each strong fist.

He pumps his arms up and down, and she stands by the door watching his muscles flex and flicker.

"Get the fuck in here and sit down. And stop looking at me like that in your sexy clothes. If i didn't know better I'd think you have agenda."

She gulps and continues into the room, taking a seat on the table rather than the leather chairs.

He puts the weights down and moves the hair from his face, Before taking the seat directly in front of her and leaning in.

He grabs her thighs and yanks her towards the edge of the table,pulling her legs between his own.

Sliding a hand into her hair, he pulls her face closer to his and searches her eyes.

"What's up? Hmm. Tell me sweetheart, what's bothering you?"

She had a huge urge to lean into him. To press her mouth against his in a passionate embrace. But she did not.

She instead, allows his eyes to drink her up and answered his question.

"I'm worried. Sir. I have no idea what it is I want to do. What if I choose wrong?"

He leans back and fetches them both drinks before returning and taking the same seat.

"If you choose wrong, you will learn by your mistake. This is what you'll be doing tomorrow. Finding yourself. Anybody you have felt really drawn to?"

You. She thinks. Of course you.

She doesn't speak it out loud but thinks about somebody else she has seen working here that she's attracted to.

"The male submissive. From this morning. The big redheaded one."

"Sam? Ok. You can't go with Sam."

She feels her nerves bend and snap before answering.

"Why? You said anything I want. You told me I can do anything I want. Are you just lying to me? Is this some kind of sick elaborate plan to make me bend to your will. Because it won't happen mister! I will tell you right n-"

"And I will tell you right now to shut the fuck up and never speak to me like that again. Do you understand?"

She visibly gulps.

Feeling like she's on the breaking point. She feels afraid that it's a trick. She's too happy for it not to be.

"Are you calm? May I speak without being screamed at?"

She nods her head. Slowly realising how badly that could have gone.

"Now, I said you could do anything you want. Within reason of course. You can't go on stage and play the harp unless you can somehow do it with your cunt.

So you can do what you want.

You cannot do who you want. Demitri will not allow that. And Samuel belongs to Demitri. Body and soul."

Zachary strokes his thumb over Sophia's plump lower lip, and she slowly leans into his embrace.

Without realising what she was doing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her weight upon him, knocking him back to the backrest of the chair.

She clambers onto her, straddling his waist and slams her lips against his.

The lust controls her and when he bites into her lip, she grinds down on him, moaning out her frustration.

Her fingernails rake down his ripped abs and he growls into her mouth.

His hands grip her waist and he slams his hardness against her covered drenched pussy.

Then he stands, grabs her throat and spins her around, pressing her back to his chest.

"Never do that again Sophia."

He pushes her towards the door, her heart still pounding and the blood rushing to her head. She didn't even register the stop. The pause button being clicked.

When he pushes her through the door, she realises she crossed a line.

"Or you will fucking regret it!" He snarls, Before the dark wooden door is slammed before her face.