Chapter Five: Held Captive or Captivated?
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After forcefully being stripped and tossed into the bathtub I could only stare at the young ladies who seemed to have tempered their bodies more than I.
I couldn't imagine such strong ladies being ordinary maids unless they weren't maids and I was only made to believe that.
“How did you get this strong?” I inquired.
They didn't speak, stealing glances at each other before letting out some giggles like they were reminiscing about memories in their heads.
“I will let you guys do your job without any fight if you tell me.” I held up a stern face, prepared to meet their strength with mine now.
They had only managed to push me back because I was caught by surprise and they had a strong build. Knocking one of them out would be easy if they came any closer.
“Fine.” One of the ladies said with a slight bow.
“We are retired martial experts who trained in the Jong temple, several months away from here. We were hired specifically to take care of you since you would pose threats to normal maids who are fragile.” One of them teased me.
For some reason, I felt offended by their words. In other words, calling me feminine was an understatement and I now posed a threat to other ladies.
“Now, let's do this peacefully.” They grabbed several medicinal herbs from the wardrobe and turned on the water after setting the water heater.
“Not bad,” I said as the soothing sensation made me relax.
The bath took a little over two hours since I had to be thoroughly cleansed with what they called a sacred medicine.
Upon leaving the bathroom, I was swept by the chilling sensation of the room. I was freezing and the other two ladies didn't have any change of expression.
Without any words they grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me along with my hands in a weird way. Before I could understand the situation, my movements had been sealed and I had been tossed onto the bed to wiggle like a worm.
“What is the meaning of this?” I yelled, my cheeks flushed.
“To think he chose a measly peasant as his wife and made us serve you, tch.” The lady with a white ponytail spoke.
“Maybe he took her curves into consideration?” The lady with rolled-up black hair commented.
“We can just teach her a lesson, then say she passed out due to the effect of the sacred medicine. What do you say, Juliana?” The lady with the white ponytail sneered.
“Isabella, we can torture her slowly.” The lady with black hair giggled as she stared at me with jealousy written over her face.
“Ladies, you must be mistaken.” My voice is soft and welcoming. “I am not in love with Dylan, I just happen to be here against my own will.”
A frown appeared on their faces and Isabella made the first statement. “So you're a gold digger.”
How could they misunderstand me so fast? What part of coincidence meant gold-digging?
“Sister, did she just say that the young master was hitting on her indirectly?”
Well yes, but how did we get here? I just wanted to clear the air and not make it more intense.
“We should give her a good beating but that wouldn't suffice with her physique.” Juliana sighed.
“We can just let her freeze here.”
“You wouldn't dare!” I clutched my knuckles inside the wrapped towel.
“And who would come save you?” She asked.
“We have been serving him for over 10 years and he returns with a thrash like her, hmmn.”
“The young master doesn't seem to have taste.”
They strolled out of the room, giggling as they watched me struggle under the strong wrap of the towel.
Time passes quickly when you are left to wiggle on the bed and do nothing. Though it gave me a chance to think about my life more and I found out that I haven't been in a relationship ever.
How was someone supposed to act in a relationship? Was I supposed to be like the giggly girls who twist their hair around their hair while talking? Was it all just new to me?
The thoughts were increasing, and I needed to get out of the room before I froze to death.
Screaming wasn't an option when the room was soundproof. I could only retire in the stronghold of the towel and let those ladies return.
“Zendaya?”
The door opened up and a figure with dreadlocks walked in with a face towel on his shoulder. He was halfway naked, his well sculpted abs sending different codes and his drumming chest made every word I tried to speak come out as gasps.
“Dyan?” I blurted out unconsciously.
“The name is Dylan.” He chuckled as he walked towards the bed.
“Don't get any closer!” I yelled as I wiggled to the other end of the room.
I could hear his deep voice as he burst into laughter. He didn't move an inch, watching me wiggle to the other end of the room while I shot him a threatening glare.
“Who did this?” His smile faded.
“Didn't you tell those maids to tie me up?”
“... those idiots!” His face was stern as his hand curled into a fist.
I took the initiative to move to the upper end of the bed. About to reach the upper end I could hear his laugh.
This time he was slapping his hands together as his laughter increased. It suddenly seemed so hilarious that I was tied up and left to wiggle like a worm.
“What is funny?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.
“You look so cute right now.” He held up a grin as his gaze landed on my face.
“Who are you calling cute?” My face flushed with anger as he kept staring.
He moved, one step at a time, the rings on his hair colliding to make jingling sounds. He climbed onto the bed, closing the gap between us, and stopped immediately before me.
“Wh…” He placed his index finger on my lips.
Our eyes were locked onto each other, a grin appearing on his face as his index finger moved downwards till it was below my chin.
“What do you think of me?” His voice is calm and sexy.
I didn't think of the question, my eyes focused on his broad chest and his abs that seemed to be glistening with oil.
He looked dangerous and comfortable at the same time. I could feel my mind betraying me as he stared into the depths of my eyes, and to make it worse, the heat in the room had suddenly increased by a heartbeat.
“You look like a hot stripper.” I blurted out.
By the time I realized what I had said, he was already chuckling and he had another kind of look in his eyes. He looked like a predator, ready to consume me if given the chance.
His lips curled into a smile “So you think I'm hot.”
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