My hands trembled, staring at the seven men before me. " Now, now, Mistress. You have no reason to get upset. We are just coming to get whats rightfully ours." My eyes locked on to the man speaking, he disgusted me. He had a cocky grin on his face that didn't match well with his gummy smile. His cheeks bones were high and he had a curved chin. His eyes pulled out and made him look mature, but for some reason his words had to ruin it. His black hair resembled a dark brown, but in the moment, I could care less about that. " You don't own me. Are you crazy?!" My voice shook, which only made them seem more amused. A hand slid from behind me covering my eyes, there was a woosh of sound, and the air felt heavier. Soft lips brushed against my ear, a deep voice resonating into me. " But, sweetheart, we do own you."