SEA'S BRIDE (PHILMYTHO ROMANCE II)

CHAPTER 7

I was trying my head to work as my body is already wearing out from exhaustion and hunger when the last thing he told me yesterday returns back in my head, ''ll make sure to satisfy you to death if that's what you wish.'

Before I knew it, I stumbled at the edge of the next door just after I exited the home theater room. It's a bit darker here compared to the other rooms. If I hide here, no one would even notice. I now realize that maybe this is what the master meant when he told me he'll satisfy me to death. He wants me to perish in my death wish by starving me unless I dine with him.

He's a gruesome person. Just by the thought made me nearly cried had I not halt it from escaping my eyes again. With the remaining energy I have, I struggled to get back on my feet and enter the next room to find myself inside the master's study. Shiver climbs up my spine thinking he might be here somewhere or he might eventually come around any moment now.

Out of fear, I jolted and quickly storm my way out towards the exit but as soon as I entered the next door. My ankle suddenly weakened which highly affected my balance. I didn't anticipate the fall that I even forgot to get support from the wall. My head almost kissed the fine marble beneath me when a strong arm caught my stomach in perfect timing. I could feel my body wearing out already. The impact of the strong man's arm pulling me up caused me sudden fuzzy displeasure in my vision.

The strong arms yanked me up to face him and as the visions turn quite clearly this time, horror mortified my eyes seeing it was the master of this household who caught me just before my fall.

"What are you doing here, woman?" his voice is calmer but the deep tone set a mode I can't perceive whether he'll still be calm had he known now that I manage to escape my room.

I can't believe my hand pressed on his firm chest. And with full adjure, I plead to him, "Water, please. give me some water." my voice depleting from the weariness I feel now. I have fully drained myself that dizziness has won over me before I could even have my request.

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I know I won't die just that instant. but knowing how I had my energy got drained because of not eating nor drinking anything in a row would make me faint. Not to mention how I overused my reserve to escape this place—fading out in his arms isn't something I expected to end up after all my efforts at the very least. And yet, here I am being carried by his strong built.

My throat feels dry and soars at the same time. I could no longer sense the growling in my stomach. perhaps, it has fully given up its function to remind me how hungry I am. I can manage not eating anything up to this point and it's a miracle I was able to reach this far end. Losing my capability to stand on my own feet as well as the normal state of my consciousness is inevitable, knowing how the starvation and exhaustion had fully drained what's left of me.

If I could only have just a small amount of water to ease off the drought in my throat right now, perhaps I might still have the small chance to get off and freed myself from this man who's carrying me. I was trying to open the lid of my eyes but even that became a struggle. I can't move any part of my body, it is as though I am a complete withered plant now.

My mind keeps dictating me to get some water but unfortunately, I am now incapable of getting one. My whole body feels like it's so hallowed and light that I couldn't even feel my limbs. Perhaps, just a little bit more then I'll eventually die out of hunger and dehydration. And just as I was about to think of my last prayer, someone’s velvet lips captured mine in a torrid manner I have never experience in my whole existence. Not until now and at this moment, I felt like an immense amount of energy is being infused inside of me, it's like hydrating me despite the absence of real water.

Whatever may this essence be that's flowing down from his lips to mine refreshes my dry and thirsty throat. I can't withdraw, my thirst for water is preventing me. I can only assume the reason why he seems so still was because he was cautious the essence might spill so he doesn't even move his mouth. It was just steady while pressing against my lips. I have already started catching for air as the act somehow keeps me from doing so. And while he bents me backward, supported my back with his impossibly enormous hands – his hands that could definitely snap your wrist in two if you had weak bones, I secured my weight with my hands approaching to climb his neck.

My whole body feels as though I am being recharged. The essence has traveled down the veins and deepest roots of my organs. And as he suddenly flinches to breathe, my heart surprisingly gave out a loud thud that woke me up to my senses. My eyelids were able to rose towards the ceiling and witness before me that I am horrifyingly being kissed by no other than the master of this house.

It all registered in my head in an instant the moment I was able to regain my energy. I immediately push him away and my hand volunteered to leave a mark on his face, it was so strong that his head was titled aside.

"I just did you a favor and this is what I get?" The way he said it was so sullen. He caresses the portion from where I slap him before looking at me with his grisly stare. Was he even aware of how horrifying he looks right now? As if he'd even care the least. It was just so natural of him to do it. That shouldn't be a wonder at all.

"Why did you do that?!" I yelled back at him instead. My nerves trembling in shock by what he had just done with me. The other night, he attempted touching me but then stopped midway for reason unbeknownst to me, and now he took advantage of my weakness to steal a kiss from me. Why must I suffer the burden of being strained by this seemingly merciless man in front of me?

I could tell by the way he grins like a Cheshire cat how things are going inside of his head, "You begged for water, I just gave you some." but I was wrong with my intuition when he said this back. He doesn't appear to be someone you think you can easily read. Yet, everything he says just seems like a sharp stone that could easily break in regardless of how strong you forge a wall between to keep you safe.

"I begged from you...?" My voice trailed off on what's supposed to be an interrogative question for him.

He walks closer and clasped his arms on his chest. And then he said, "Yes. If it wasn't for me, you're probably be counting your breath to death." His personality undeniably shows a tyrant persona but I wonder why would he help me if he is nothing else but that?