Binding The Playboy

Ella stood in the middle of the basement, with tears filling her eyes, as her husband Micheal was continuously beating up her driver, Corey. "How dare you!!" Michael's voice roared loudly as he kicked Corey's stomach.

Corey looked small as he curled up in pain, his clothes stained with his own blood and covered in dirt. He gasped in pain.

Corey was all bruised up from the beating, blood dripping from his mouth and even his nose "Please" he weakly begged " I have a sister, please she's really sick please please I won't make this mistake again" he continued to plead, tears rolling down his cheeks mixing with the sweat on his face.

Ella looked away from him in regret, she held herself from going over to where he was and protecting him from all the beatings. From crying and apologizing to him for putting him in this situation.

Ella really wanted to beg for Corey but she couldn't, she knew it would only make things worse for both of them. Her husband had a really bad temper. All she could do was pray he wouldn't kill them.

Three hours earlier, Corey was driving Ella to her hair appointment in Beverly Centre. Corey was a slim, tall black kid who didn't look like he was over 21. He had full hair and a small mustache that made him look a bit mature but still had that young look in him.

They drove in silence, the radio in a low volume playing a pop song. Corey hummed to the song, swaying a little to the rhythm. He seemed a bit carried away by the music playing. Ella looked at him with a small smile.

"What song is this?" Ella asked him. Corey looked at her in surprise through the rear view mirror. "Uh...it's sunlight..."he said almost in a whisper but Ella heard him and simply nodded "Catchy..." she said turning to face the window.

She could see now that he was a bit nervous even uncomfortable. This was the first time they were speaking and he's been driving her for almost a month. Sometimes she wondered if her husband, Micheal would warn the male staffs not to speak to her. It wasn't out of some romantic possessiveness, he wanted to be in control of her life.

Corey then cleared his throat and spoke up, "Mrs Diviski, is everything fine?Your eyes....they're bruised" Corey asked still looking at her through the rear view mirror.

Ella looked at her driver, in confusion because she had worn some makeup to cover the bruise on her eye. "It's nothing I uh I fell in the bathroom that's all" Ella said looking away but slightly touching her bruised eye.

She didn't actually fall her husband Micheal had punched her for mistakenly pouring hot tea on him. Micheal was a very abusive man with not just her but with everyone and no one could do anything about it. Corey faced the road and sighed 'He must have hit her again' Corey thought to himself.

"Uhm....could you please step out of the car" she instructed Corey once they had arrived at their destination. He did as he was told,backing the car. Ella took out her powder and applied more to cover the bruises. "All good" she said looking at herself through the rear view mirror. She sighed and got out.