CHAPTER 8
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This is no time to even think if this man even has the slightest kindness in his veins. I don't even care if he does. It wouldn't change the fact that he is my abductor and the reason is still a puzzle for me.
"If it wasn't for you?" I scoff after reverting my response to what he just said. And then I continued saying, "—if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here! I wouldn't risk my life escaping this place because someone has deprived me of food and water just for the reason that I don't wish to dine with him. Now, should I still be thankful?" I wanted this man to feel from my gritted teeth how I despise him to bones. I detest seeing his very presence right now. Loathing him on every inch of his whole being.
I was surprised when he quickly combs a portion of my hair's strand, even strangling the tip of his fingers at the fringe portion. He left me startled after leaving a peck on it that rapidly climbs along the strands, giving more glow to my dull and dry hair. It's bewitching enough to experience how he recharged my bother after he seized my lips let alone see it first-hand with the way he brought back life to my hair by hydrating it with his lips. He has done it again, I suppose. Infusing essence through the strands of my hair just like he did to inside my mouth. It's beguiling yet remarkably astonishing to witness, especially with the outcome of my crowning glory.
As I successfully won back from the enchanting moment, I immediately slapped his hand away from my hair while taking two steps back from him.
He sneered saying, "I see. I wonder how you have managed to escape despite the tight security I ordered upon your door." He turns his back on me in an instant, making his large footsteps heading the door where I came from. He seems to be in a hurry to find the exit to the main hall.
"Wait--" I immediately pulled the hem of his sleeve, "Where are you going?" I'm not certain why I even have to ask but ignoring the idea that curiosity kills the cat; I still want to find out why he instantly lost his focus on me. My hands were already shaking like a leaf, showing minimal signs of waver and fear before him that I scuffle to conceal before he could even notice.
He takes hold of his phone stowed in his pocket and swiftly pressed on some digits, "Leandro, I want the two guards in the main hall now." there goes his authoritative tone once more which horrifies me every time he does it. Imagine how he had just talked to me moderately a while ago compared to how he commands Leandro now. He such an ill-tempered man! I understand Leandro is his servant but he can learn to be at least polite when giving his orders.
As I witness him stride his way to the exit after clearing his command to Leandro, I didn't hesitate to halt him back with a query, "Why do wish to see the guards?"
Just as I wish to happen, He c****d his head enough to meet my eyes beyond his shoulders, "You're welcome to witness how I handle insubordination within my jurisdiction." and just like that, he left me without even hearing a word from me.
My knees felt a quiver of fear just by thinking what kind of 'handling insubordination' he had in mind that calling the two guards--who attended to his orders of keeping me within the room--sounded pretty much like they're about to be executed. By the ghastly feature manifesting on his face, I strongly believe it isn't anything good at all.
I quickly rush to follow him at the main hall only to arrive and witness how he has made the two guards kneel before him. Their heads were lowered down the ground nearly kissing the floor. It wasn't even enough as he ordered some other men in their black suits to bestow the two guards some beating after ripping out the back portion of their clothes.
They were wailing in silence as the whip reaches their swollen skin. I can't believe such a horrible picture will ever exist in my presence. What infuriates me further is seeing the yobbish man sitting in his lazy boy in front of them. He appears like some tyrant ruler punishing his peasants, the difference is just that he's living in modern times and that what he's doing is complete extortion and against the labor code. Well, not unless, these servants are even working illegally for him. I suppose the country's laws can't even protect them the least if that's the case.
My eyes can no longer contain seeing more of the beating. this heinous picture in front of me just makes me detest the master further. I loathe him forever existing in this world because of this abuse he is doing not just with me but for these people.
"They have nothing to do with my plan to escape," I can't help but finally meddle into the scene.
The master looks at me with an unreadable face. his chin rests on the back of his palm before he retorted, "Nothing to do you say?" there was a sneer at the end of his line, even infuriating me.
"Yes. I sneak out to escape while the security on duty was exchanging with those next shifts in line. So you don't have to punish them." I tried to give my all with this protest. In a way, these people who are innocent of my actions, may they be criminals or not, deserved to be spared from the poor disciplinary action of their master. The way he exercises his firm hand is undeniably wrong in this state. He has already punished them without any proof nor even hearing out their sides. That's just plain tyranny.
"How did you learn about their schedules?" the master asked. Is he beginning to interrogate me now? Does he think he can milk me with information against them? Well, he is just wasting his time because I will not put these employees of his in any more awful state than this.
"That's all the more reason for me to suspect one of them conspires with you? or might be extending an aid to help you escape maybe?" his words were nothing but mere speculation with no fact-based evidence to prove it. But knowing he is the master of his household--and how it has been based on my experience-- I highly doubt justice is even something people oppressed by this being can cling themselves to the so-called justice. Such a term doesn't seem to exist in his books.
I know talking to him won't just do. I have to accept the fact my next idea would be enough to convince him. "You stop this now!" I forcibly ordered him as I walk myself beside him. I bend over to strike my disdained gaze before him.
"And if I don't?" His mockery is getting the best of me. I even have to control my hands from flying their way back to his face just like a while back. But it would be best not to harm him in front of his people. To even cause ignominy on him might just lead me to not see the next day had I even decide to pursue that.
"You will, because--" but why in the world can't I instantly offer what's in my head. This is indeed a complete mortification on my part but at this point, only I could probably save these two lives before us.
"Because what?" the master further seeks my answer, waiting for me to continue.
I pinned my hands on the armrest as I tried to lower down my voice. With a sigh of defeat, I told him, "Release them and I promise to dine with you," I was able to say it.
And just when I thought this would work, he scornfully looks at me as he reverts to tell me, "Is that all?"
My jaw fell open with disappointment and wonder. What does he mean by 'is that all? Why? Is he expecting anything else?"
"What do you mean by is that all?"
The master finally rose to face me. It's just not fair enough when I had to raise my chin high enough for how remarkably tall he is in front of me. He could be somewhere around one hundred eighty or eighty-one centimeters. And this makes me feel more inferior before him with the way he looks literarily down before me.
"Is that all you can offer in exchange for their lives? Are they only worth a single dine?" He cares to clear it for me with a ridiculing tone while pointing at the two poor lives kneeling in front.
"Then what else do you want?" I dare to ask.
"Careful with such question, you might not be able to provide me."
"Tell me,"
And with a gruesome grin, he finally uttered, "Then what if you become my bride?"
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