Taming The Ruthless Executioner

Chapter 6: About Last Night.

Ashley's POV

My eyelids lifted as I stretched my limbs. I assessed the space around me to find myself the spare room where I had showered last night.

A part of me became saddened with disappointment when I realized that the events of last night wasn't just a terrifying dream. But the other signed in relief, when I realized that I was really laying in the bed of the handsome fellow I kissed hours ago.

I lifted the lid on the washing machine, taking out my underwear and skirt. I'll have to use the top he gave me last night, since mine had been torn to bits.

My nose detects an aroma which seems to be coming from the kitchen. I opened the door, walking through the empty hallway, following the aroma until I arrived at a large dining table, with dishes laid upon it.

"Good morning miss." A man greeted, ushering me to sit at the table. He was dressed in white, maybe a kitchen staff.

When I had sat, he lifted the cover of the dish in front of me. It's a plate of chicken and waffles, and it looks delicious.

I picked up the cutlery, digging it into the piece of meat and tasting it.

If I said I had tasted a more delicious breakfast, I'd be lying, the chicken was perfectly seasoned.

One bite must have driven me crazy, because I kept stuffing more of the meal into my mouth, more than my chins could take.

"Ashley!" A voice called out, entering the room from the hallway. "You're up. And you're hungry."

I froze and gulped down when I looked up to see Dimitri in the room with me. That's when I noticed the dishes at the other end of the table, they were his.

Last night, during our passionate kissing, I had almost given in, and let go of the towel wrapped around my waist. But I managed to stop the intimacy from going any further.

He just assumed he had triggered my trauma, due to the little incident with the pervert. We bid each other good night and he left the room, leaving me to blush and grin sheepishly.

I grabbed hold of the glass of wine on the table, chewing and flushing down the food in my mouth. He sat at the other end of the table and his meal was also uncovered, the atmosphere had become tense as we took glances at each other across the ends of the lengthy table.

Somehow, my eating ethics had returned, I took a bite of the waffles, gently chewing it. Then the sound of a loud ring pierced through the silence.

I glanced at the screen to see the number of the caller, it was my mum's. When he left me in the spare room last night, I had placed a call across to my mum, telling her I had lost my phone and wouldn't be coming home that night.

I didn't tell her the truth, that I was dumped, mugged, and almost r***d. I didn't want her to worry, considering her ill health. She's probably calling to know when I'll be back home.

"Hey mum." I greeted, placing the phone against my ear, but there was no reply.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked, but the line remained silent, she wasn't speaking. I put down the fork to listen to the low sound coming from the background. She was crying, my heart began to pace as the sound of her sobs intensified.

"Hello, Ashley." A male voice crept through the line.

"I didn't sleep well, thanks to you, and your boyfriend."

Waves of confusion washed over my mind. Who's voice is this? How does he know my name? What does he want?

"Who is this? And where is my mum?" I questioned, in a tone mixed with both anger and fear.

"Your mum is right here." He replied. "Say hello, Ashley's mum."

I could hear the sound of her sobbing again, this time louder, but she didn't speak.

My heart leached from within my chest when a sharp sound cut through the air, like a gunshot. It was the sound of a slap, which was followed by the pleas of my mum as she wailed uncontrollably.

"Say hello!" He commanded.

The connection was crystal clear, as if I was right there with her, experiencing the torment firsthand.

"Please, don't hurt her," I begged, jolting up from where I sat. "I'll give you anything you want."

He forced himself into a maniacal laughter, chuckling until he was short of breath.

"Oh, Ashley. What I wanted was a little fun, but you had to make it difficult, didn't you?" He answered.

I immediately recognized his voice, he's the pervert from last night.

"Come home, alone." His demand was followed by a clicking sound.

"I have a gun to your mum's head. If you dare bring the police, or your boyfriend into this matter, what would be left of your mum is her scattered brains."

I let the phone slip from my trembling fingers, crashing against the porcelain tiles. The whole time, Dimitri had been staring at me, his expression displayed his curiosity.

"It's the pervert, they have my mum, they're going to kill her." I muttered, but he didn't seem surprised, the room was so quiet that he had heard the voices over the phone.

"Don't worry Ashley, I'll take care of it. I just need you to write down your mum's address." He said, sliding a notepad across the surface of the table.

"No, please you can't do that." I begged.

"They'll kill her if you go there."

"But that's the only way, you can't go there on your own." He said. "You don't know what they'll do to you."

Wait, that's the only way? Letting my mum die would be his way of solving this issue?

"I don't want your help." I said coldly.

"It's your fault I'm in this mess. You had to hurt him so badly, and now they've come for revenge."

"No, Ashley. I'm not the one to blame," he replied.

"If you had let me kill the fucker last night, then you, or your mum wouldn't be in this mess. This is YOUR fault!"

His eyes widened in the realization of what he had just said.

"I didn't mean it that way." He corrected, as if that would take back his hurtful words.

"Please, Ashley. Just let me help you." His calm voice swept across the room as he gently strode forward, closing the space between us.

"Don't touch me, I'm leaving." I yelled, walking away from the dining table to where I thought was the exit.

"The door's this way." He said, pointing to a large brass door at the corner of the room.

I bolted towards the door, determined to find my way back home, not even knowing where I was, or how I would get to my destination. I just need to get as far away as possible from him and his home.

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