SEA'S BRIDE (PHILMYTHO ROMANCE II)

CHAPTER 5

My first encounter with him was blinded by a minimal light, how can I even see his whole features back then?

If it wasn't because of his arrogant and impolite attitude, this man would be a jaw-dropping s*x god standing before me. But no, I have to keep in mind that this man has tried to harass me last night. I have learned through my friends' own experiences that a man with a beautiful face is a dangerous thing. And this man standing before me is nothing more but like them.

"How dare you decline dining with me?" his tone might be subsided but there still a tinge of authority with the way he delivers it.

"Why would I dine with someone like you? I don't even know you! and I don't trust you at all, given how you treated me last night?!" I had to force the words out of my mouth despite my anger.

He took a step closer which I halted with my index finger, "Don't come anywhere closer!"

"I have already apologized to you, didn't I? I sent you the flow—" but before he could even say it, he became more disappointed to see the flowers he sent outside my door. He then looks at Leandro with his oceanic blue eyes raging with fury. "What's all of these, Leandro? Didn't I order to send them inside her room?" he said, his tone didn't ever change, there is still the authoritative approach with the way he says every word.

Leandro who looks so worried for his life bent with utmost respect before his master, "I did as you order, Master but Miss Emalia just threw them outside telling me that she doesn't wish to dine with you even over her dead body." Leandro reported in full order. It's exactly what I told him but after witnessing how he reported it directly to him, I feel like a cold breeze of air just climb up my spine. Especially when his master returns that brutish glare towards me.

"Over her dead body you say?" his master uttered while facing me.

I instantly prayed to all the Gods I knew the moment he took a step and another one, further securing his distance closer to me. "I told you not to come anywhere closer," I warn him, though I know it is futile. His aura just emanated a horrific vibe causing me to fall back behind.

The master lowered his head before seizing my jaw with his whole firm palm. There he mumbled right before my face, "I'll make sure to satisfy you to death if that's what you wish." he sparks up a ferocious grin, sending shivers all over my skin.

And as he withdraws my face to exit the door, He called out to Leandro and ordered, "guard her door and don't give her food unless she dines with me." his voice trailed off as he storms his way out.

My eyes were wide with horror not by the thought of getting starved to death by this ruthless man unless I dine with him, but by the words he just told me. What exactly does he mean by satisfying me to death?

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I have to come up with a good plan on how I can get out of here. My eyes wandered around looking for any piece of paper I can scribble down the ideas I better off not forgetting. The dresser drawer in front of me draw my attention which I immediately went out of my hunch to check and just as I thought, there is one clean pad and a silver quill. I check for the drawer further enough to find a sealed ink inside. Though this might seem to look aesthetic, I can’t believe this place doesn’t even use modern pens at least. My frustration worsens by the idea that I'm not too acquainted with using the quill.

As soon as I have adjusted to using the quill's stroke, I didn't waste any more time scribbling down the things I must do for me to get out of this place. I have broken down about three ideas as of the moment that I could do while I'm being caged in this room.

The first one would be asking other servants from this household. It wouldn't hurt getting any idea from them at least. But as I was trying to peek outside, I was dumbfounded to find two tall men with broad and fit figures standing outside, serving as guards before my door. The master is indeed serious when he said he wanted me caged in this room guarded with full security. I am no longer sure if I am a hostage or was treating me like his pet. He is such a shame to humankind if he is even the least human at all. Looking back at that time when he sent me that brutish glare still gives me the shivers I have never experienced before. It was as if, I was looking at a ferocious elemental being with an oceanic blue eye dragging my visions from looking away. It's traumatizing just by thinking about it. I don't wish to see him ever again.

And so, I went for my second option. If I could break out from this glass dome. Perhaps I might be able to just swim myself up and reach the surface of whatever part of the sea might I be in. Though that course of action would either cost me my life in an instance, either by losing air before I reach the bottom, or a sea predator like sharks or killer whales might be around lurking somewhere here and just waiting for its prey, like me, to come out and play.

As I come to scribble down the third one, somewhere in my sub-cranium tells me that I should just consider making a diplomatic talk with the master of this household for my freedom.

"As if that man deserves a diplomatic talk!" I can't even believe I said it out loud. The good thing though is that there is no one else inside the room but just me.

Thinking so much just made me pause for a break, sitting this long made my neck feel like it's getting numb. I had to ease it off by lying down in my bed since I'm just afraid it might just fall off since it's too fragile. And as my head faces the dome's ceiling, I suddenly felt awe witness once more of this grandeur about me. Living under this magnificence isn't so bad, well if it hadn't been for the master of this household perhaps.

I spread my palm high enough above me like I could even touch the thick glass wall above me. Then that's when I realize how the idea of going out of here will be a total struggle and a big challenge for me. I didn't realize how a single tear had just escaped at the right corner of my eye. Feeling it dripping slowly beside my face just made me further believe how weak I am. I had to quickly wipe it off and remind myself to be strong. Then I whispered to myself, "I'll surely get out of here." before I could even pass out of too much stress that has drained most of my energy.

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