Pharaoh

Evil Beauty II.

White, white, nothing but white. This was all Pandora saw as her eyes slowly opened up.

"Am I in heaven?" She asked quizzically.

"You wish. Not even close." Came a voice she recognized.

It was Ramses, he was standing beside her. She shot a frightened and frightening glare at him which he didn't seem to care about.

"Where am I?!!" She asked ravingly.

"My room." He answered simply.

"Get me out... ugh! Arghhh!!" She growled as she moved backwards while trying to get up.

Ramses simply stood still, watching her as if a television. He dropped some clothes on the bed and left the room.

She stretched to see what the clothes were, and to her shock, they were hers. Wait! She wasn't wearing anything?!! She looked down to see herself in only underwear. Oh why that pervert! She thought.

She grabbed her clothes, put them on and barged out of the room in search of Ramses. Wait... wasn't she supposed to be running from him instead? Well it didn't matter, all she wanted to know was why he took off her clothes in the first place, and without her consent.

She sped past the dinning section, but retracted her steps when she thought she saw a figure sitting down. It was him, with a bottle of milk in hand, and some sandwiches before him. She angrily strode towards him and landed a slap on his face. But to her surprise, he didn't react, he only heaved a sigh and gulped in some milk.

Frustrated by this, she snatched the bottle of milk from him, splattered milk all over his silk night kimono and shattered the glass on the floor.

Now he was angry. He shot a deadly look at her then spoke, counting his words.

"What the hell was that?" He asked.

"You pervert! You took off my clothes and did only God knows what with me!! So that was your plan huh? To get me unconscious then take advantage of me!! You f*****g psychopath! I'm calling the law enforcement on this!" She roared.

Ramses simply stared blankly at her like he always did, stood up and motioned towards his room. She followed, raining curses and yelling. Once inside, he tugged a little cabinet and brought out her clothes, all torn and tattered.

"Wait... these are mine.. but then what am I wearing?" She mumured.

"The pool was 4 feet deep, you didn't drown, you just freaked out and passed out in the process. As you did, so violently, the edge your dress somehow made it's way to the filter and began to rip. By the time I got to you, the dress was almost torn to shreds. I picked you from the pool and took you to my room, put pressure on your stomach and chest area to get the water out of you, then hurried to a*****e where I got the exact same dress. Returned, took off the torn dress and was about putting the new one on you then you woke up and b***h slapped me in the middle of my sleepless breakfast." He narrated nonchalantly & shoved her tattered dress into her arms.

Utter silence fell on the room for the next few minutes. Ramses had returned to his interrupted breakfast, and Pandora stood staring into the emptiness. She felt so bad and embarrassed at her actions, she looked down at the tattered clothes in her arms and heaved a sigh. And with that, she picked up her purse and exited the room.

As she walked past the dining section, she had her head bent downwards in shame and fear of his reaction.

"Bye" She said in a dry voice, her eyes still fixed on the floor.

"There's a chauffeur waiting outside" Was all Ramses said. He didn't even look at her. She must have irritated him now, she thought.

"Thank you. For everything" She said, to which there was no reply.

Feeling defeated, she walked to the door, tugged it and shot a glance at Ramses whose focus still lay elsewhere.

Heart clenched and with tears in her eyes, she shut the door behind her, hopped in the car and left.