Chapter 6: Penthouse
1060 Words
Andra Milburn’s Point of View
I didn't know that this man would perpetuate everything just to make me stay and have me. The instant he made me see the s*x video he took secretly, I felt like my world would fall apart speculating people I had friends with would see it.
Zacarias' dull eyes went on mine. It's already five in the evening yet I'm still locked inside this damn penthouse where I'm currently in. I was blindfolded yesterday when we came in and the only thing I knew was Zacarias just took me inside with a few men carrying me.
"We've been quiet for hours…" I broke the lull between us.
He gazed in my direction, gave me a death glare, and craned his neck whilst he was busy doing something on his laptop.
"Delete the video," I merely whimpered.
Zacarias raised his eyebrows and later on, looked away. He remained silent yet I continued speaking, asking what things I should do for him to obliterate the video like what I've asked for.
He's topless and he doesn't look like he's someone you can mess with whenever you want.
"I'm having a meeting. Behave yourself, Andra," he frigidly uttered.
I was surprised to hear my name come out from his lips. He was just sitting at his study table, busy talking with a girl and boy in front of his expensive MacBook while I was just sitting on his bed.
My phone wasn't with me. Neither were the things I had that night. I couldn't ask for someone's help, not when the room was locked from the inside and it was only Zacarias who could open it.
"I'll be having a week off from work, Greg." I heard his thundered voice uttered.
"Yes, sir. The whole HR department has been informed."
Zacarias nodded his head and then looked at me. "Prepare the villa."
"Copy, sir."
The meeting he had with his employees took ten minutes then after that, Zacarias already stood from his seat and then strode toward me. Due to extreme fear creeping inside my body, I changed positions and fixed the way I sit.
Zacarias opened the door of his room's veranda. He got something inside the small cabinet beside the bed then took one stick of cigarette then puffed on it.
"You should start packing up your stuff as you're going to live with me," he promptly informed me.
"L-Live with you?" I couldn't help but dispute his sudden decision. "I'm s-sorry but I don't think it's a good idea–"
"That's the thing you shouldn't do, Andra." He said. "Between us, I am your bidder. You're a sl*t I bought for $50,000,000 and I wouldn't agree if you're treating me like that, agreeing that I wasted that huge money for a girl like you," he added.
"I'm not a s-sl*t!" I defended myself.
He chuckled nonchalantly without humor on it. "Yes, you are." He then turned around.
"I was kidnapped and then sold at an auction!"
"And then bought by me," he uttered. "You're going to do everything I asked you. Believe me, you don't like it when I'm mad."
"What kind of t-things, then?" I merely whimpered.
The courage of speaking in front of this exquisite unfathomable beast tested my fear and nervousness. I couldn't breathe, and my knees started trembling even if I'm sitting above this luxurious bed. My fingers did the same, it couldn't stop shaking thinking about what might conceivably occur.
He's right. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't waste $50,000,000 for someone who's no use to me. But it comes off like I couldn't disagree with the things he wanted to happen knowing the thing he has against me.
"If you're thinking I couldn't post your damn pleased face on social media, then you are wrong. Even if you disagree with whatever I want, believe me, you'd experience hell three times doing the things I asked you for,"
And I was right. Water starts protruding at the edge of my eyes, wanting to come out. Thinking I'll be locked inside this massive kingdom yet howl looking place makes my knees fall like jelly.
"Tell me what do you want…" I breathlessly agreed.
Zacarias smirked. "Follow me,"
It took me over a minute before I followed until we reached the kitchen area. River suddenly held my hand and pushed me forthwith making my jaw drop.
"Clean it," he said. "Do it until 6:30. If you don't wanna get punished by 7 in the evening."
"But it's c-clean–"
Zacarias craned his neck while his glare was sending shivers. "Didn't you hear what I said?"
My knees wanted to melt like a heated jelly. The way Zacarias thundered his damn question was demanding that I should be really doing all what he wanted.
He turned his back on me like I shouldn't owe him an explanation. The hard part of doing what he wanted was cleaning the area he wanted even if it was clean enough and doesn't need a retouch.
Without further hesitations, I took a step forward and monetized the area. I tried putting my one finger on the kitchen and saw no dirt on it. The whole kitchen area was on its high level of cleaned surroundings, confusing me.
I sat on the high stool chair in front, thinking I should just let the time pass by before doing what he wanted. However, a man in his suit suddenly popped out of nowhere. His eyebrows were in a steep arch design, which would make everyone who looks like him think that he was mad. He's Chinese, probably half one.
He has these big biceps and body. His cold stares sent shivers down my spine. He greeted me with dullness while I reciprocated it with fear.
I stood from my seat nervously. "What's w-wrong…" I merely whispered.
"State your name, please." He asserted.
"A-Andra Erlina M-Milburn, sir…"
"Age?"
"N-Nineteen…" I stumbled deep into paradise.
He pulled out his phone out of his pocket and called someone. After that, three more men wearing suits like him came forward and they all started holding my arm.
"What are you d-doing?" I still managed to scream despite being in an intense situation.
"Shut your mouth, pretty lady. We don't hurt people, especially girls," he said without humor on it.
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