Veleno

Chapter 5

I didn’t knew how long I was looking into his eyes until I darted mine back to the ceiling.

You see, I’ve always been this poor girl who’s been scared of anything and everything but when he is around, I get this sudden boost of confidence that I didn’t even knew I had in me.

“Aww. Is my guest mad at me? Didn’t she like our services?” He sarcastically cooed at me.

I finally looked at him again, he folded his hands in front of his chest. His bulging biceps prominent to my eyes.

“If this is how you treat your guests then you’re a shitty host.” I said, finally sitting up on the floor.

His jaw ticked at my response.

Still looking for blind obedience? Well, You’re not gonna get any.

My inner Goddess was smirking bravely, arms folded, tapping her foot on the floor eagerly waiting for whatever he has to throw at me.  I almost smirked too after my response. Almost.

The silence stretched as we suddenly heard a squeaking noise behind me.

“Here, here Stuart you’re up early today.” I said looking around for that small creature.

“Stuart?” My head turned to him at his voice. He still had that dangerous resting face but his eyes held amusement.

“I was alone down here getting beaten by your men. And have no idea when will I be free. Might as well make a friend down here.” I said.

His eyes suddenly turned angry.

Is he f*****g bipolar or something?

He was keenly observing my every moment, but I was annoyed by the fact that I had no problem with it. It’s like I wanted his eyes on me.

After some time I gave up looking for the mouse and sat back cross legged on the floor.

“Why are you here anyway?” I asked. “Missed me that much huh?” This time, I couldn’t control the smirk this time.

“Seems like they still couldn’t get the bratiness out of her daddy’s little princess.”

I tensed when he mentioned Daddy.

He still scares the s**t out of me.

“Anyways, we’re running out of maids.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Appoint one.” I encountered. Without realizing the consequences my words can hold. 

Fuck, where is all of this coming from?

He gripped the metal rod tightly in anger and snarled at me, “Listen here you dumb b***h, I’ve had enough of you already. I can’t kill you because we need you as a leverage for David and I can’t keep you here and let you be like the useless thing you are. You’re gonna come upstairs mop that floor as many times I say and get this tight little body to work without using that dumb brain. Is that understood?”

I was so much in shock at his outburst I forgot how to speak. His voice was as calm as the sea but his threat had a slight edge to it. My inner goddess whimpered as she saw all of her confidence fading away.

“ I. said. Is. That. Understood!?” He finally raised his voice. Emphasizing each word like he's talking to a five year old.  

“U-Un-nn-der-rrst-ood-dd” I finally breathed that out of my system. Feeling stupid for actually showing him that I was scared.

And at that moment, I realized, I’m officially scared of Mr. Blue Eyes.

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I creased out my skirt as I stood in front of the mirror. I was in the maid uniform given to me, all cleaned up, my hair in a bun, my bruises hidden by the small amount of make up I was provided. All my wounds stitched up as I spent almost an hour applying medicine to each and every corner of my body.

It’s almost noon, as I decided to make my way outside of my room.  

As I closed the door behind me, I recalled my first morning in this house.

He unlocked the cell door and took me out as he grabbed me by my elbow.

There was silence as we made our way upstairs and outside of the basement. I could’ve said something sassy if I hadn’t has a death scare some moments ago so I, finally opted for silence.

Once we reached to what looks like an expensive looking floor, he roughly threw my elbow away.

“Martha!” He shouted without even looking at me.

An old lady came out of nowhere and stood beside me.

“Good Morning Mr. King.” She politely said.

“Show her around the house. Instruct her everything. She’s the new maid.” He said and went towards a bar looking thing and started pouring a glass of whisky for himself.

It’s early and he is already getting drunk.

“This way dear.” The kind lady asked me to follow her. I obliged.

“So? What’s your name?” She asked with a kind smile. As she started guiding me around the house.

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This  house is freaking huge! Which house has 23 rooms!? 23!?

We were finally at the end of this hallway on the upper floor when she turned turned to the last door present there.

“Amelia, this is Mr. King’s room. You are not allowed to enter it at all costs. Not even for cleaning. They are his strict orders.”

I just nodded as we started to make our way back to the living room.

“The house in beautiful.” I commented to Martha.

Not only he is one rich bastard, he also has a good taste in decorations and furniture. You can almost consider this a castle. It's this beautiful.

As we reached to the main area, we saw that Mr. Blue eyes or Damien as I just learned his name, was sitting comfortably on the black expensive couch.

“We are all done sir.” Martha said.

“You may leave. I want to talk to Amelia” He said, again his eyes never leaving mine since the moment I stepped foot in the room.

It was just me and him alone when he got up and moved towards me.

He harshly grabbed my face and said, “Listen here princess, if you’re thinking that you’re finally out of the basement so that you have a chance to escape? Take that thought and throw it out of your pretty little mind. This place is heavily guarded.  You see that front door? Step a foot out of their and my men will shoot you in the head before thinking. So unless you don’t want to end up dead, I suggest you to stay inside the house. Understood?

His eyes had some strange darkness to it like he’s enjoying all of this.

I just nodded as much as I can under the tight grip.

“Good. Now clean up and report to me. You f*****g stink.” He said releasing his hold from my face.

I turned around and started making my way to the room Martha mentioned as mine.

I can feel eyes on me but I didn't dare to look back.

I finally reached the open area and roamed my eyes looking for a strong figure, blue eyes.

He told me to report to him. And now he’s not here.

I shrugged and started making my way to the kitchen as where she told me she will be. I found her cooking something probably delicious as I approached her.

“Hi Martha.” I said in a shy, gentle voice. She smiled at me. Her smile as beautiful as her heart.

 How did she end up here with a monster like him?

“Where’s D- Mr. King?” I can’t believe I almost said his name when specially she instructed me not to.

That beast craves respect and obedience like a drug.

“Oh honey! He had some important business to deal with so he left some time ago.” She said. “However…he told me to tell you that you have to mop this whole floor clean until he gets back.” Her smile turned sympathetic.

I sighed. The floor looked more clean than my whole apartment.

 I know what he’s trying to do. Break me. Thinking this humiliation will add fuel to the fire. He doesn’t know me. I cannot be broken more.

“Where are the supplies?” I asked her.  

“Third door to the left from your room is where we keep the cleaning supplies.”

I started making my way to the cleaning closet. Well aware of my body parts protesting my every movement.

As I was mentally preparing myself for the painful day ahead.