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Jane's p o v
I was walking about the room restlessly when the door handle clicks.
Quickly, I rush to sit down on the bed and the maid from earlier walks in. She is holding what seems like a cloth folded up in her arms.
" You didn't touch your meal. "
" I'm not hungry. "
" El jefe will be angry if you don't eat. "
" I said I am not hungry! " My voice rises in frustration.
How on earth could I be comfortable eating? I was so scared to death that I lost my appetite.
" I am here to ensure that you have dressed up and prepared to meet El jefe. He wants you to wear this dress but first you have to take a bath. "
At the mention of meeting him my heart began to beat faster and I felt a sharp chill down my spine.
" Madam. "
I start shaking my head and I face her. " I can't. "
" You don't wanna get him angry. Come on. "
She lays the red dress on the bed and leads me to the small bathroom where I rush a quick bath.
When I walked out wrapped in a green towel, the maid in a black mini gown stared at me like she would have wanted to give me a proper bath herself.
" I'm sorry. " She jolts as if she had just remembered something. " I'll be right back, madam. " She says before turning around to leave.
I bend over the bed and stare at the red dress on the bed. I rise up again holding the end of the towel tightly around my chest and stare up at the ceiling. The room was small and had no other furniture except this blue sheeted bed.
I pick the red dress and gape over it.
In a few seconds, I had on the long gown that was slitted from the edge up to my left knee.
I gleaned over my body in the dress and didn't even know whether to laugh or cry.
Perhaps this was all a dream.
I try to remember the last time I went to bed. Perhaps I hadn't woken up yet. It could just be possible.
The door opens again and my heart almost jumps out of my ribs in fright.
The maid stands at the door. She walks in to stand behind me and Her fingers go through my hair abruptly, arranging my curls down my shoulders.
I wear a pair of matching slippers that she provided me before I follow her down the small corridor.
My eyes are observing each corner of the building that we passed through. There are uniformed guests standing around. When we pass the mezzanine, I glare down to see the big hall room.
I could swear that I had never been to such a huge house. But the state of apprehension that I was in presently did not allow me to take my time to admire the gigantic glassy chandeliers and the furniture.
I also noted that guards are fully posted at the exits all in neat suits.
" This way. "
I hear her voice and turn back to my front where the maid was quickly leading me.
We stopped in front of a large door in front of which two mighty looking guards were standing.
My heart began to beat uncontrollably faster again.
I had made up my mind that I was going to talk to him reasonably and try to make him understand that he had mistaken me for someone else. Lucia was the name he called.
I would make sure I act very calm and composed so he would listen to me and let me go.
The doors were pushed open by the guards and the maid pushed me in gently.
I hold my hands together in front and gaze into the room.
As I hear the sound of the door shutting loudly, I look back to realize that I was in darkness now that the doors were closed.
I face the space before me again with my heart shuddering. I catch the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes all mixed together with room fragrance and warmth.
I jerk when the light suddenly switches on and I see him standing before me with one of his feet on the bed and his hand holds a glass.
He looked older than he had earlier. Although he was still in the same clothes, his eyes appeared darker as he stared at me with head tilted backwards.
He shakes his head slowly and brings down the glass of liquor in his hand on the small table before the bed.
" Lucia. " He whispers and I step a bit backwards. " You look so beautiful... I longed to see you in this dress once again and finally... here. "
His Mexican accent is hardly noticable and he had a slightly deep voice.
" The dress used to fit more than this. You'll need to add a little more weight. "
" No, wait. " I stretch a hand forward to halt his movement towards me. " I think you're mistaken. I am not Lucia. I'm Jane! " I spread my hand on my chest. " I think you have mistaken me for... "
" Shut up! " He yells and I jolt in fear. " You don't tell me what I'm doing or what I'm thinking. "
My lips tighten around the other and I freeze in fear as he comes closer to me. He is now standing in front of me. He was slightly huge with a thick chest that was almost pressing against mine. His suffocating fragrance fills my nose and I struggle not to twitch my nose.
He raises his hand and stretches it near my face. I shriek silently. His fingers trail up my bare arm and his touch sends more shivers along my arms.
" Lucia... " He whispers again and his lips carve up near my nose.
Overcome with intense fright, I shift from him and yell.
" I am not Lucia! Please! "
As if angered by my guts to pull out of his grip, he seizes my arm and draws me up against his hard body and I feel his other hand slowly wrap around my side and spread over my back.
" Be still, Lucia... " He whispers and I feel his hand slide up my back, then down my waist.
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