CHAPTER 40
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I wasn't expecting the master of this household to call me for tonight's dinner. After the incident of calling him 'Amanikable' yesterday where he got so furious and even scolding me not to ever call him of such name again. Could I be wrong in calling him a name that isn't his? But he could at least die down his reaction not to scare me off. Yet, he chose to exhibit his fury over small things which makes him more dubious at this rate.
Just as I am thinking, I arrive at the dining hall to see him tinkering his phone again. Totally ignoring my arrival, I seated at the other end of the table welcomed by the dishes laid upon my side. Leandro's spiels were not present tonight which is a new thing. I somewhat became accustomed to his showcasing chatters and not having it tonight just cursed the whole dinner with so much silence and awkwardness.
What's even making the atmosphere odd is the way the master sneak some glances at me. I don't understand what he is up to with those glances. He is giving me the chills whenever I caught him doing it and so I decided to just continue finishing my meal, completely ignoring him throughout.
And as soon as I am finished, I immediately spring up from my seat to make my way out when I suddenly became startled by a sound coming from the master's direction. The sound, as I figured was from the Goblet that he just battered on the table that had created the loud thud. I had my knees trembling soon as I saw him glaring at me. The tension heightened when he said, "Who told you to leave while I'm still not finished?" his voice is calm yet I can't help but sense a fearsome vibe from it.
It looks like I have no other option but to sit back and watch him finish his meal. Much to my dismay, he batted his fist on the table once more after I made my return on the table. What does he want now?
While I waited for the next sequence of this awkward and frightful moment, He suddenly lifted his face upward to meet my gaze. Then he swallowed what he was chewing before ordering me, "Come sit right next to me."
And as if it was a command that I can't just let off, I quickly rose to walk towards the empty seat next to him. It was as though I am completely under his spell with my body following his orders without hesitation. Normally I would have resisted this but to my surprise, I just became so frightened by the idea that he might just scold me again. The number of days staying within his dome has slowly made me a coward. He has made his way to dominate me and it's scary knowing I might not be able to get away from him from here on.
I have been able to share a table with him before where space between us isn't so far. It was back then when I had joined him for tea. I remember that time when he was telling me how the Greek tale of Narcissus reminded him of an old folktale. About a God who fell in love with a mortal woman that spurned his affection because she thought she was too beautiful for him. Though he wasn't able to tell me what happened after the woman rejected that God's affection, I believe the ending between them was a tragic one.
At that time, he was delivering the tale as if it's his and when I tried to make a move and ask him, he instantly burst that privilege bubble by changing his mood so swiftly. Sometimes, I find him using these mood swings to shield himself. But what is he protecting himself from?
This just made me more interested in knowing who he really is. My eyes were looking at him as he continues to devour the slice of roasted bourbon meat. Our first meeting might have been frightening and completely horrible, and I still get to experience it even until now, but I have come to ponder that maybe it was just his mask. A kind of mask to shield away or more like confiding his true self.
And as I was carefully waiting for him to finish his meal, I can't help but feel bothered by the sauce stain beside his lips. How can he be this messy while eating? It isn't like I'd care to wipe it for him, but for some reason, my hand had the initiative to move on its own too quickly compared to how my brain refutes. But just as my fingers were able to touch it, I was stunned by his swift move to grip my wrist before I could even brush off the whole stain. He gave me that icy glare once more, yet that didn't scare me too much unlike before. Maybe it was after I ponder that's why I am now beginning to get used to his shield.
What I just didn't expect was when he suddenly lured my hand towards his face to suck on my thumb that has the sauce stain. My arm was benumbed as the warmth of his mouth traveled through my frozen hand. My thumb felt sloppy and moisten exit from his mouth, keeping me in stock-stilled and frozen like a stone next to him.
I should've felt disgusted by now but it's unbelievably bemusing to know that what I felt was in contrast to what I think. His hand still has my wrist controlled while I come to realize that what had just happened stirred up that something in my chest, and I can't deny that somehow it was like I do want the sensation I just had felt.
But to think that that's all there is, he caught me off-guard after lowering my hand for him to manage to pull me closer to him and cease my lips. He instantly grabs me on my waist using both of his hands so that I couldn't get away from what he wants. My body astoundingly didn't even flinch. I was strangely submitting to his will as he continues to penetrate my mouth with his slushy tongue. That something in my chest is enjoying it that's why my whole body is surrendering to his will. But was it really all because of that something in my chest all this time?
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