ChapterThree
1084 Words
Third POV
It's been a month now since that incident, as Elena recalled that day. The nutting of the gun, the sound of the bullet flying into the maid's left hand, and the tears that fell from her and the screams she made.
All circled around Elena's mind, as the knock on her room pulled countless times.
“Who?” Elena rose from her bed as she adjusted her pink nightgown and moved toward the door.
Nobody responded as she stared, hands already at the door twist, ready to punch whoever it was. As soon as she quickly pushed the door open, a maid stared with fear that gripped her, her trembling hands reminding her of the last incident when she had arrived newly.
“Are you okay?” Elena bowed to her level, almost to touch her hand, but the maid wriggled and moved back, as if she were afraid of her or scared of something.
“I wouldn't hurt you,” Elena gently said, with some concern.
“Mr…Luca requested for you.”
Before Elena could utter a word, the maid had fastened her legs and flown from the hallway. She watched the hallway; a lot of thoughts ran through her mind.
What happened?
Why was she scared?
Elena rushed inside and cleaned up before dashing out of the room. The hallway was quiet, like it had been.
Since she got married to him, it was nothing be breakfast, lunch, and even dinner alone, no one to cuddle or discuss with.
Immediately, she arrived at his room, a wide door, black as usual. Luca loved the color black, and that's how his heart was, cold as him.
The wall reminded her of the danger, like they became cold at each of her touches. She quickly moved toward the door, fingers curled to knock but noticed it was already opened.
“Can I?” she asked, but got no response. With so much courage, she took a deep breath and pushed the door wide, only to meet a lady curled in the bedsheets.
“Who are you?” The lady asked, eyes fixed on Elena, who remained there with an aghast face.
“Who—” Someone stepped inside, their eyes suddenly paused at the door as Luca walked gently inside.
His blue with black dashes vintage shirt was naked halfway, revealing his skull tattoos around his chest, down to his waistline.
Elena paused, eyes roaming down to his shorts as he gave way for his straight legs.
At some point, she thought maybe it was an obsession or something else.
“What are you doing here, slut?” Luca's voice sparked through her mind; she shook her head, with eyes dimming.
“I…you sent it to me.” Her lips were shivering as she stared at him, those eyes of first they met.
“Follow me.” It sounded like a command. Elena quickly glanced at the lady, whose stare with a lot of questions felt on her face.
Elena followed him from the hallway down to the stairs and then to another passage, different from the others she had ever met.
“Where are you taking me to?” she questioned, but her voice bounced back, as Luca didn't make a move.
They walked through another passage from the dining room; she kept on counting the rooms until she lost count of them.
Luca suddenly paused and stood in front of a tiny door, smaller than the ones she had met in the house.
He walked in; the room was dark, and he was unable to view anything inside. A chill ran down her spine, the thought of being slaughtered inside making her legs heavy from making a step further.
Luca tore her a dead stare as she quickly followed inside. She inhaled the coffee that gave her comfort, the natural AC that blew toward their direction.
Luca pressed a button on the wall as the light turned on. Elena covered her face, the lights piercing through her tired eyes.
She opened them, only to meet a room decorated in black; everything was all black, from the sofa down to the belt that fell onto the bed.
Elena scanned the room; not only did the chains tied up grip her heart, but also the red box that was laid beside the bed.
“Strip!” The word felt so heavy to listen to as she chuckled.
“What?”
“Don't force me to!” Luca's eyes darkened, his face pulled into a frown. Elena stared around, already picturing how her dead body was about to be dumped in the room.
She removed her cloth as she stared deep inside his eyes. Luca moved toward her, their breaths clenching against each other.
“On the bed, now!” He ordered again; Elena felt the walls weren't ready for her trauma.
She bit her lower lip, preventing those tears from pouring out. She did as she was told; he stared deep into her skin, already devouring her with those possessive eyes of his.
He moved closer to the red box and opened it, as it made the c***k sound.
Elena watched him unzip it and start placing the items on the bed: the wipe, the handcuff, and then Elena moved her body; immediately she saw the little dagger, the edge, that could pierce her entirely.
She glanced at the door; that was the only way for her to escape. But earlier, he had shunned it, and that plan wouldn't have worked out.
Meanwhile, Luca took his time placing all of them, then selected the handcuffs. As he moved closer to her, her breath hitched, heart pounding faster, and body shifting a little.
“Don't you dare move,” he warned her, with a dead stare. He pulled the handcuffs and locked her hands in them.
Elena struggled to wriggle free, but luck wasn't on her place. He turned and picked up the wipe and lifted it up, only for Elena to scream her lungs out.
He moved his lips over to her neck; that hot breath got there. Elena felt like punching him, but the thought of wanting more of his touch was all that mattered to her at that point.
He moved his hands over to her pointed n*****s, which welcomed the owner. But instead, he lifted the wipe, ready to beat her with it.
“You little bar slut!" he whispered in a low tone.
“Wait… he—”
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