s*x And Gambit

7: I am sorry

Waking up, I gasped. I could still feel his hard grip around my neck. I almost died, what if he felt like killing me one day? What if I talk things out with him and beg him to let me go back to my parents?

I sat up and cried, nothing helpful came to my mind other than the fact that I almost died.

Tired, I looked around and found the bottle of water Alita had given me earlier. Was that yesterday or today? I had no idea of time but I drank the water either way. Feeling a bit better, I stood up, and began to search around the room and found out that it has no window. The only way to escape from the room was the door, the same door I assumed would have one of those mean looking men.

Instead of sleeping on the bed, I sat on the floor still dressed in my maid uniform. The bright florescent bulb reflexed extra meaning to everything I look at, including my shaking hands. I felt so weak, dizzy, and my stomach hurts. All I could think about was food but if I could remember well, Alex said no food for me for days.

He might be joking. I hope so.

The door opened to reveal Alita with her signature smile on her face. She sat on the bed, dropped a new attire on the bed and looked at me. While she maintained a gaze with me, she dipped her hands into her boobs and brought out something wrapped in a transparent nylon. The sweet smell of garlic bread filled my lungs immediately she dropped it in front of me and moved back to seat on the bed.

Should I be irked/ she brought this out of her boobs and was I supposed to eat it? Hellllll yes! I grabbed the bread, tore the nylon and immediately devoured it. It was when I had painfully swallowed the last bite that I realized something.

“You placed hot bread in you…” I pointed at her chest.

She grinned sheepishly and came to me. Taking her position beside me, she took a piece of my hair and began to detangle it with her fingers.

“You met Vera, she is not so nice” Alita said.

I nodded.

I didn’t think it would be okay for us to talk about it, especially when she works for him. Who knows, he might have sent her to come see if I would talk about Dante’s death.

“You know Alex is my cousin. Distant cousin”

I looked at her, the look on her face showed that she wasn’t lying but why would she be working for him? She moved, so she would be sitting in front of me. At that point, I stared at her to see if there was any resemblance between her and Alex. None.

She had her long wavy hair dyed brown and red, Alex’s hair is jet black. Her eyes were almost green and brown, and she had hope. Alex obviously doesn’t have hope or faith in humanity.

“We don’t look alike? That’s the good part” she said.

I nodded. There was nothing to say here. Alex killed Dante who was also his cousin, a close cousin. He had been mean to, Marcel his brother, why would he be any different to Alita?

“Marcel doesn’t know about me. I think Alex is the only one”

Confused, I glared at her. Was she trying to set me up?

“I am telling you this because Alex let you live. I assume there is something you know that no one knows” she added looking pleased.

Again, I nodded. I won’t be caught lacking because she gave sweet garlic bread and water.

Seeing that I wasn’t ready to answer, she pointed at the outfit on the bed.

“I washed your pajamas and brought another work cloth. Wash your work clothes every night for as long as you choose to remain silent” she said.

This time, she looked pissed. Like she had failed in something and I knew it! It wasn’t all rainbow, smiling and acting super nice.

“Alex said I won’t get food for days” I told her.

She shrugged “He doesn’t know about this one unless you tell him” she said calmly.

She stood up, walked to the door and waited. I felt she was just looking at her feet, the door, or thinking about how she had tried to make me talk but failed.

“The night might be long. You smell like a kitchen and I would advise you to bathe so you have a good night's rest before tomorrow” she said.

I wondered if anything would happen tomorrow, if we were going to cook our life out but I was silent and let her go. Immediately she left, I sniffed myself to see I really smelt like a kitchen, a busy kitchen for that matter. I stripped, took the clothes to the bathroom and bath.

Since Alita talked about washing my clothes daily, I washed the clothes with the liquid soap I found and hung it to dry in the bathroom. My sore muscles reminded me to go to sleep, and I mentally thanked Alita even when I still felt she might be a spy.

Getting out, I froze. I was cold but the freezing had nothing to do with why I couldn’t move.

My heart raced as I saw Alex sitting on my bed. When he finally saw me, he stood up.

His gaze didn’t leave mine, like he was avoiding looking at my naked body.

As he got close enough he raised one of his hands to my neck and I began to cry. He mustn’t keep strangling me, at least not when I am naked this time.

“Zora” he said as he placed his warm fingers on my neck.

I closed my eyes, expecting the worst but his gentle touch was different. He caressed my neck, like he was trying to wipe out the bruises.

“Open your eyes” he said.

There was something off, maybe because his breath smelt like whiskey and cigar. I opened my eyes to meet his, his empty brown eyes staring back at me.

“I am sorry” he said in a shaking voice.

While I wonder what was going on, Alex pulled me closer and hugged me. He seems shaky, broken, and scary.

“I didn’t mean to do it” he said as he carried me in a bridal style.

Naked, I remain calm. If I was sure about the character change, this act means only one thing.

‘Alex is mentally ill and it’s obvious!