CHAPTER 16
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As soon as my emotions were already stable, I then saw him taking out something from the jewelry box. It was shining with little but bright blue sapphire stones like his oceanic blue eyes, with a spherical pendant that has a lustrous black pearl at the center that has a captivating natural beauty capturing the attention of all who encounters it. There is no denying that after seeing it for myself the first time--since I have not seen that from the boxes before--the warm brilliance of that jewelry is almost mystical in its allure.
"for tomorrow's lunch, I want to see you wearing this one." He said showing me the black pearl necklace.
I frown at how demanding can he be. And I can't believe it either that I have to dine with him again tomorrow. Just when will this exploitation stop?
"And if I don't wear it?" my question may have sounded dull but it's still full of sarcasm which I realized quite late again.
He stares at me for a few seconds before keeping the jewelry back inside the box. And as he walks closer to stand before me, his head lowered to meet my eyes and say, "I might consider warming myself for my bloody fight by then."
I instantly took two steps back with wobbling knees. My hand pressed on the wall to have some support before I could even fall on the floor. I immediately unfazed myself to stop showing him how weak I am. With a grim, I glared back saying, "You'd kill me if I don't wear that? Is that what you meant?"
His dull answer was, "Why would I even hurt my favored guest?"
Favored guest? Not hurt me?
The audacity of him to even say that when he has been torturing my mind for the past few days. He has been keeping me here as captive, let alone attempted to kill me of starvation unless I dine with him. How can he tell I'm a favored guest when I can't even go out of this dominion and go home? I'm locked here inside his place with no one to talk to and trust. It's completely choking just being here inside and yet, he dares to call me favored guest?
I don't see any positive reason why I should be called one. He is just being outrageously unreasonable at all times. Even the way he is bossing around his servants is so inhuman. He doesn't think of them as humans with a life. He can easily dispose of them whenever and wherever he wishes to. Because for him, it seems like they are just some kind of mere toys that means no value in the long run, and my situation or place is not anywhere far from their case. I am just a toy for this hideous man waiting for my time bomb to end and be executed when he is through with me. It's pathetic for me to even sense this man has the slightest kindness in him.
But as my head keeps pressuring me, He suddenly landed his large palm above my head just like how he did when I first encountered him, "Take your rest. You're tired. I'm leaving now." He said in a profound and unfeigned manner. Here he goes again with his bipolar approach, and yet It made me pondered why all of a sudden, just hearing him saying this caused me to feel my chest tightening a bit.
"I don't feel like eating today." It's like I've said this over a thousand times and yet Leandro hasn't moved a single foot away from where he is. He continued to knock beyond my door and just keeps on persuading me to come with him downstairs.
"But miss Emalia, I'm afraid my master won't be pleased to hear that you will not be eating with him today. He made certain to let you come with me at the dining hall without question." And he said it again if I could remember it like around nth time ever since he came.
I sigh out of defeat, Leandro is assertive as his master but he could be quite the cordial than his ill-tempered boss. I'm not hundred percent sure if I thought the right term, Leandro can be deceiving sometimes. One good example is that night when I first encountered his master near the dining hall. I shook off the bubble of nightmare from that evening, trying to recall it brings me chills so quickly.
"Leandro, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't feel like eating today? Was that even hard to understand?" I can't help it, I told him as soon as forcibly open the door.
My eyes were witness how jaded Leandro is today compared to how he has appeared before me the previous days. It's new to me, what happened to this man just now?
I wonder if he had been scolded by his master so much that he had been heavily affected by it. He may deny it forwardly but his face can't deny the fact that about it.
"Miss Emalia, if I must insist. At least come with me downstairs and join my master for lunch. " He really won't stop persuading me unless I say I'll go.
Looking at all the angles, I don't think I even have much of a choice but to go. It seems that I really can't have a personal space from this place after all and it's so suffocating just thinking about it over and over. As Leandro and I arrive at the dining hall, the master immediately greeted me with a glare I hope I didn't have to see. He presented me with that black look, a kind of look so threatening and menacing that makes me feel like I'm nearly shrinking to dust.
"Please, have your seat here, miss Emalia," Leandro told me as he slides the chair open for me to sit on. He acted so politely yet the weariness I sense from his face is still there which he keeps trying to conceal. I can't help but think what he could've done to intoxicate himself this much.
It took about less than a minute before the silence inside the room was dispersed after he took the initiative to ask a question, "How was your sleep?" and yet, it was still dull just like how he used to talk to me. But then, my mind just suddenly forbids me to answer him if it wasn't for my mouth who keeps on defying me. "Yeah," it was even drier than how he approached me. And I sense that he is not pleased with it. His eyes however remain focused on me. It's quite intimidating than terrifying.
What does he want now?
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