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****Writer's POV****
Minutes later, Carlos rushed downstairs and ate his meal. He wasn't expecting Layla to prepare an Italian dish for him. She was mad at him and even wish to kill him. He didn't even stop to think if she had poisoned the food.
He could feel her gaze piercing through his back.
"If you keep staring at me, how will I enjoy my meal?" He asked her.
"Do you want me to leave then?" She asked.
"No" he replied too quickly.
"Then, don't complain" she folded her hands. He smirked and continued eating. He sipped from the glass of wine close to the table and chewed on.
"Master?" She called out. He placed the glass on the table and looked at her over his shoulder.
"The...the foodstuffs will..."
"If you're looking for a way to leave the mansion, it won't work. Pablo will go and get the things you want" he said. Layla sighed in disappointment. She just wished to see them. Her mother doesn't have a phone. Only her father. She doesn't wish to speak to her father.
"You can see your family, why can't I?" She asked, yelling. Carlos got up and slammed his hand on the table.
"Enough!" He yelled. Layla shook in fear with her hand on her chest. She was breathing hard. She never wanted to make him angry and now, she has pissed him off.
He walked towards her with hated and anger in his eyes. There was nothing that could be seen in his eyes apart from those two things. Layla moved away from him, looking for a way to escape.
"He's gay. He won't touch me, will he?" She started thinking.
Carlos could see the unsettlement in her eyes. She was feeling uncomfortable.
"What? What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"Nothing master" she said and swallowed hard.
"Why can't you look me in the eye? Are you scared that I may kill you?" He asked.
"You won't. You can't" she replied.
"Such guts you have there Layla. Remember when I say you're mine?" He asked, stretching his hand to touch her face.
Just a single touch on her face made her legs weak. No one has ever touched her like that. She didn't even have a boyfriend except a secret admirer when she was in junior high school.
She has never been intimate with someone before. Her heart started to race.
"What's happening? He's gay, right? That's why he only have Pablo around him" she thought to herself.
"Wh..why are you touching me? So what if you said I'm yours?" She asked.
"That means you'll do whatever I say and I can do whatever I want to you"
"Are you thinking of touching me, master?"
"That will be disgusting. I don't touch girls of lower class. You're just 18" she said.
"And you're just 25" she replied.
Carlos was shocked. He dropped his hand from her face, staring at her with a questioning look.
"How do you know that?" He asked.
"The internet says a lot of things about you, Mr Luciano"
"Don't you dare call me that" he threatened.
"Or what? You're going to shive your d**k into my mouth and make me suck until you c*m? She asked. Carlos never thought she would be that naughty. Of course, she was. Even if she was gentle and calm. She knew all of these naughty things. She wanted to join the cheerleaders squad when she was in school and they gave her lists of things to do. She did all except the last three.
To suck the captain of the lacrosse team till he c*m.
To roam naked in the boys locker.
To send the coach of tye basketball team a nude picture of herself.
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She couldn't bring herself to stoop so low. They should have just told her they didn't want her than to make her do all of those things. Within that period, she was allowed to hand with them so she witnessed everything they did.
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Carlos finally had the tongue to speak.
"You know how to do it?" He asked, smirking.
"No, I don't. Even if I can, I can't suck you. I'm a lower class girl and I'm just...18 " she said and moved away from him.
"If you're done eating, I think you should go and rest master" she rolled her eyes and walked away from him. Carlos was shocked. He didn't know if he should be happy or not. He finally had a naughty girl as a slave. What more could he ask for. He folded his hands and walked to his room. He even forgot about the part where she insulted him.
He got to his room and locked the door. He got a call from his father.
"What is it father?" He asked arrogantly.
"I'll need more of the tree power keeper. Can you get it for me?"
"Why do you need it father?" He asked.
"You're safe there because she's there with you. As long as the tree is still growing, we're trying to control ourselves not to go wild" he said and continued
"Manuel is still in the cage. He can't control himself"
Carlos turned and faced the mirror. He remembered he wasn't feeling comfortable at the office today. Probably because, he was away from Layla. He has to protect Layla at all cost. If not, they'll lose their power again and the tree will die.
"I'll get her blood. I don't want Manuel to come to my mansion" he said and disconnected the call.
"Why her? Why does she have to be the keeper? I should have tied her to the corner of my bed and treat her like the slave she is but now, I have to give her respect and concern to make sure her blood is clean and not filled with anger. How stupid!" He thought. He rushed to the bathroom.
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Layla ate her dinner and cleaned the table. She washed the dishes before locking the doors and windows in the house. Though they are security guards outside, she can't still feel comfortable. She still doesn't know what Carlos did to her the day he drugged her.
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She hummed a song while switching off the lights in the house. She continued singing as she climbed the stairs, heading to her room. She slowly walked pass Carlos room and kept quiet as he hear him moaning and groaning. He was even gasping for air.
She folded her hands and snorted.
"He can't even control himself. How.. disgusting" she thought and wanted to walk away. He didn't still stop. She thought something was wrong with him.
Slowly, she opened the door and peeped into his room. She gasped when she saw him on the floor with his hands on his neck.
"Master!" She yelled.
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