Chapter4
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Janet's POV
There was a knock on the door, I stayed really quiet, and when opened,
a maid walked in, carrying a black dress. She didn’t look at me, she just placed it on the bed, then she turned to me.
“Mr. Chris wants you down for dinner.”
I said nothing, I just stared at the floor hopelessly.
She waited a moment, then left. I still didn't move. Let him wait, let him eat alone. I didn't care.
A few minutes later, she came back and was surprised to still see me lying on the bed. She looked scared.
“Please,” she whispered. “You must dress up and go now, before Mr. Chris gets angry.”
I turned and looked at her and then looked away, like I didn't care about what she was saying, because truthfully, I didn't care.
She dropped her voice. “Please, you don't want to make him angry, because when he gets angry… It's really bad, things break and people get hurt.”
My heart sank. I became a little bit afraid.
“You have five minutes Ma, to go downstairs,” she said. “It is your choice.”
She opened the door and left again. I stared at the dress, It was soft and black. But on me, it felt like chains.
Fear made me move. I changed slowly, my hands shook as I unzipped the gown and put it on. I opened the door to walk down, but my legs felt heavy.
I moved through the house, with my footsteps tapping on the marble. It was quiet, as if nobody was inside.
At the foot of the stair stood a guard, his hands were crossed in front, leaning on his belly and his face was hard. As I came down the stairs he stared, but I didn't look back.
The dining room was candlelit.. There was meat and bread and wine and fruit on the table. It smelled rich, but my stomach hurt... maybe from fear.
Chris sat at the head of the table. He was calm. He was holding a glass of wine, and without looking up he said, “You are late.”
I didn't reply, I only stood there looking at him.
He pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
I hesitated a moment, thinking whether I would obey him or not. Then at last I sat down. My hands were clasped on my knees.
He commanded the servant to pour me some wine, but I did not drink, I gazed at it only and turned my face away.
He continued to eat quietly, slowly. Like this was normal. But It was not normal.
How can anyone stand someone like this? This man is a monster.
But it's not his fault, it's life that has kept me in this condition. If life had dealt me a better card, I wouldn't be here. If life didn't throw me into a family that didn't want me, and a useless man who didn't value me, I definitely wouldn't be here . I really thought I found someone in James. Only if I had known...
“You are not eating,” Chris said calmly, cutting through my thoughts.
“I am not hungry," I replied rudely.
He wiped his mouth slowly, he leaned back on his chair, and just stared at me for a while, and then finally he spoke “Eat.”
"I said, I'm not hungry," I screamed, rolling my eyes.
"You will eat when I ask you to," he ordered hitting his fist on the table.
I looked at him and yelled, “You do not control me," my eyes widened like I could fight him.
He stood up gently and walked around the table. His steps were quiet but strong.
He stopped at my side and then leaned close to me, his hand gripped my lower jaw. “Nobody. I repeat nobody defiles me. Now pick up the fork, open your mouth, and start eating. You don't want to test me." With that, he yanked his hands off my jaw.
His eyes were cold, I was afraid of what he was capable of doing to me. I instantly grabbed the fork and began to push myself to eat. I wanted to cry but I did all I could to hold it. I cannot cry before him...I cannot.
He smiled as he watched me eating, "Good girl, it was not so hard, was it?"
I wanted to shout, to claw his face with my nails, to do something, anything, but all I could do was to eat...just eat.
I felt belittled, powerless. I felt like a toy. "Was I really just a thing? Did Chris truly own me?" I thought silently.
When I was done, he ordered me to go to my room, saying, "Tomorrow is going to be very busy for you. Get all the rest you can tonight."
I stood up quietly like a puppet, I didn't cry, I just...moved. I was shaking inside, I walked so carefully not to fall from fear
The moment I got back to my room I slammed the door and fell to the floor crying. I thought I could hold it together. But I was shattering, piece by piece.
He didn't have to hit me to hurt me,his control was sharper than a knife.
I pressed my face into my hands, how do I survive one year...one year with this dangerous monster. And the way he looked at me when I raised my voice… like I was something he could destroy if he chose to.
I stayed on the floor for a long time, curled in silence.
Then, eventually, I stood. I wiped my tears, pushed my hair out of my face, I turned and looked at the door like it was watching me back. I paced the room confused, a lot flooding through my mind, and then it struck me, the last sentence he made
"Tomorrow will be very busy for you."
What did that mean? I blinked my eyes trying to think and What exactly is he planning?
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