The don's pet: i belong to him

Chapter Three

Solana’s pov

I felt energy draining from my body till I couldn't feel it anymore.

I had awoken with the illusion that I was home and Raymond was going to bring in breakfast as usual but the minute my eyes opened, I was greeted with the unhealed trauma.

His blood and the burning pain on my skin from the devil's signet ring and the twist in my stomach from not eating for days.

My nails dug into the sheets as my eyes roamed everywhere, I stared at the ceiling finally, there was no need to count them again since I had been doing that for more than three days but I had to distract myself from the throbbing pain in my head. I had to think of something to stop myself from embracing the reality of being married to a monster.

I blinked slowly.

Three days without the round white tablet Raymond's mother pressed into my palm every morning

“For the headache darling.”

Her voice was always so sweet and she never got angry but then she was shot. Why would that monster have to shoot such a sweet lady?...

I sighed and thought of my drugs again. Without them, my aching brain made images of half formed faces and flashes of events that I could barely make out.

I needed my drugs.

The door clicked open and my heart skipped a beat,

Horace, I thought as I moved my eyes towards the door.

But the perfume hit first, jasmine and gunpowder before the figure of a tall, perfectly shaped lady went through the door.

“Well, well, well. If it isn't the new toy my lord got from his games… as usual.”

Her smooth voice rang in my ears, high pitched enough to give me slight headaches,

I squinted my eyes to stare at her, long wavy blonde hair and a face to kill for, her curves were well outlined and they peeked through the black gown she wore, then her eyes...

Before I locked eyes with her, I found myself looking away as her words sank in faster.

Toy?

Did this mean he does this often?

Then behind the lady was a maid holding a tray of food which made my stomach twist.

“Look at you," she searched for a chair and sat with her legs crossed. “Three days in this perfect mansion and you've got that hollow look already.” I heard her scoff before signalling the maid to pass me the meal.

Taking a glance at the tray the maid set down, I turned my tired eyes to the lady before looking away, showing signs of disinterest.

Her tongue clicked. “Oh, how I blame him for sending me up here, like I'm some errand girl for his new pet,” she sneered as she rose up to look at me squarely, her green eyes telling me how irritated she felt.

"But then again, you didn't think the Black wolf would let you miss his victory ball, did you?" Then she smiled while I tried to swallow bile rising from the back of my throat.

Ball?

The thought of a victory ball for him made my stomach churn with hate.

After all he did?

“If you do not want to eat, fine. Makes the corset fit perfectly anyway." It was obvious she was irritated by my defiance.

She clapped both hands together to gesture at another maid who held a box.

The maid walked in and placed the box beside me but I didn't bother to guess what it was.

“I remember when I got my first Hermes dress, it was stunning” she walked around and went for the box, tearing it apart.

Walking up to me, she used her finger to tilt my chin as she tried to peer into my eyes and that was when I looked into hers.

Emerald green and something else, it flashed off something dark and unreadable.

“I really don't see what makes you any different" sneering as she shoved my face slightly.

I flinched but was quick enough to hold onto the hem of her dress.

I was weak and still feeling fazed but it didn't make me less competent to understand that she had been in same situation as me.

Perhaps I could convince her to let me go.

"He did this to you, didn't he?” I locked eyes with her again but this time she didn't hold my gaze.

"And the puppet can talk.” She sounded quite amused.

"Please, help me escape. You don't have to be a part of this.” I pleaded as it was my only chance escape from his clutches.

The expression from her face shifted to something I couldn't read, taking a step back in what I hoped to be a consideration.

Her lips twitched before it curved upwards before the room was filled with her hysterical laughter.

“Oh honey, it’s funny that you think I'm the heroine who helps you escape."

Tightening the grip around her dress, I found the strength to get down from the bed unto the floor.

"Please, I don't want to be here.”

"And I am supposed to care?" She retorted as she rolled her eyes backwards.

“He killed my husband...” I said in a whisper but she cut in.

“Shot, he shot him. Now it depends on him if he's weak enough to die on the spot or not," she retorted with a snort.

The thought of Raymond's dead body brought in a pain that felt like multiple stabs to my chest.

I shook my head reluctantly as tears had started to stream down my cheeks, holding on to her dress.

“You need to help me, miss. I promise I won't say a word.”

“You know what? Watching you break down like this might just be the only entertainment I get these days," she said with venom in her voice.

There was no trace of doubt she was enjoying this as just much as he was and with that realization, my hand slipped from the hem of her dress, dropping to my side.

Trying to steady myself, I watched her wipe away my invincible handprint from the corner of my eyes with disgust.

“The artist will be here any second, try not to ruin the makeup with those tears of yours when he's done.”

The sounds of her heels tapping on the floor as she walked through the door echoed. Watching her leave, I remained on the floor till the artist stepped in to prepare me for the party when it dawned on me that I would once again, encounter the monster face to face.