Chapter 3
707 Words
I walked back upstairs, still reeling from the brutal display I had witnessed. My legs felt weak, and my mind was a jumble of emotions. I collapsed onto the bed, my heart racing with fear. Why had I been brought here? What did Mr. Evans want from me? I prayed silently, hoping against hope that I wouldn't become the mountain lion's next meal.
Just as I was starting to calm down, a knock on the door startled me. "Come in," I responded, my voice shaking slightly. The door creaked open, and an elderly woman walked in. Her hair was tied back in a neat bun, with strands of grey hair scattered throughout. She smiled warmly, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
"I'm Agnes, the head help in this house and Master Evans' personal chef," she said, sitting down beside me. "To everyone else, I'm Aunt Agnes. What's your name, little cutie?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with kindness.
"My name is Ally," I stuttered, feeling a bit more at ease. Agnes's warm demeanor was a balm to my frazzled nerves.
"Dear, you're the first girl I've seen with Mr. Evans," Agnes said, her voice filled with curiosity. "He's always so involved with business and meetings. He has no social life. I even began to suspect he was gay until I was told that Master had brought back a little girl."
Agnes continued to chat with me, easing my fears and making me feel more comfortable. "Alright, Ally, wash up and join us at the dining hall," she said, getting up to leave. I watched as she walked out of my room, feeling a bit more hopeful.
I decided to take her advice and wash up. As I stood in front of the closet, I chose a white, almost transparent nightgown. It was lightweight and comfortable, perfect for a quiet dinner with Agnes. I didn't bother with underwear, thinking it wouldn't matter since it was just the two of us.
As I walked down the cold hallway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I stopped in front of the family photo, and something caught my eye. The father in the picture looked eerily similar to my dad. I shook my head, chiding myself for being paranoid.
I continued downstairs, following the aroma of food to the dining room. As I entered, I felt a chill run down my spine. Mr. Evans was seated at the head of the table, his piercing eyes fixed on me. I felt self-conscious in my nightgown, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
He loosened his tie, and his brow furrowed. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he shifted uncomfortably, still maintaining that cold, superior atmosphere. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and walked out of the room.
I stood there, frozen in confusion. "Where is Master Evans?" Agnes asked, emerging from the kitchen with a tray of food. "I don't know," I replied, still trying to process what had just happened. "As soon as he saw me, he left."
Agnes chuckled. "Okay, then he might have pressing issues to deal with. I guess I'll bring out more food. Look how thin you are, you need a lot of nutritious food. I made you a whole buffet, you'll love it."
She rushed back into the kitchen, leaving me feeling both relieved and puzzled. Why had Mr. Evans reacted so strongly to my presence? And what did he want from me? I sat down at the table, feeling a sense of trepidation.
As Agnes brought out dish after dish, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness. The food was delicious, and I ate with abandon, savoring the flavors and textures. For a moment, I forgot about the danger that lurked in the shadows.
But as I looked around the dining room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched. Mr. Evans might have left, but I sensed that he was still out there, waiting for me. And I wondered what the future held for me in this cold, imposing mansion.
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