Savage's

CHAPTER 8

*Daisy*

I can't believe that just happened. Did he see me without my top on?! That's what I get for attempting to allow air to my tattered back. I heard the shower turn on, and I tried hard to forget that ever happened. Though, it was all I could think about, until he walked back out of the bathroom. The white towel clung to his chisieled waist, revealing his perfectly fit body. I stared at him, as he disappeared into the closet to change. Gray Savage is a gorgeous man...

When he walked back out, wearing a suit, I started feeling somewhat disappointed. I shouldn't be surprised that he's going to work, yet I can't help but feel a little bummed. Then again, what the hell did I think was going to happen? This isn't our honeymoon. That begs the question: What does Gray want with me?

He winked before leaving, something that had my stomach doing summersalts. I tried not to read too much into it, because he is probably a cocky guy. He thinks little winks here and there will make me swoon... and though he's f*****g right, I can't let it show. On the other hand, he has yet to make a move, and normally men don't wait this long. I can't determine what kind of man he is.

It seems like he can use me for whatever he desires, but is that anything at all? Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for his lack of interest in me, compared to the alternative, but it still raises the question. Gray isn't like the rest of his family. I'm starting to see that. I can't help but yearn for more information, and that's something that scares me. I'm finding an interest in this man, which isn't something I expected.

The maid walked in the room with a small cart. She poured me a hot cup of coffee, added some creamer, and sugar. She smiled, handing me the cup, and rummaged through her cart. She retrieved some gauze patches, as well as more ointment.

"It's time to change your bandages, my dear." She softly spoke, motioning me to turn around.

"Okay." I took a deep breath, preparing for the pain.

"My name is Fran, I'm the head maid." She said, gently pulling off the old gauze.

"I'm Daisy..." I murmured, clenching my eyes shut.

"Oh, I know who you are." Fran chuckled, "I'm going to clean your wounds again, sweetheart."

"Oh boy..." I muttered between deep breaths.

Fran walked into the bathroom, and came out a few minutes later with a damp wash rag. She gently dabbed my skin, and I sighed in relief when the pain wasn't overwhelming. Fran was incredibly gentle. I almost couldn't feel her there. Before I knew it, she was finished, and was already cleaning up the old gauze patches.

"Thank you." I said, leaning back in bed.

"You're welcome." Fran smiled.

I heard the doorbell sound, and Fran quickly left the room without another word. I couldn't believe how lucky I was, to have been sent here. At first, I didn't feel that way, but learning how Gray is, I couldn't be happier. I don't have to worry as much here, not like I did before, and it's an incredible feeling. A wave of happiness, as well as relief... but that quickly passed when I heard Fran shouting at someone.

"Master Gray isn't home, Mrs. Savage!" Fran desperately shouted, her voice crystal clear.

I knew that was my sign, and I needed to think of something quick. His mother is going to expect me to look worse, not better, and I can't let Gray down. I don't want him to get in trouble, either. I jumped out of bed, and ran for his closet, where I quickly retrieved a belt. I ran back towards the bed, and dove onto the floor. I quickly handcuffed my left arm to the foot of the bed, and wrapped my right wrist with the remainder of the belt. I was hoping it would look like I was tied up here.

With just a few seconds to spare, Gray's bedroom door flew open. Audra, his mother, stood behind the door with a smug expression. Her eyes searched the room, and soon found me on the floor. I glanced up, acting afraid and distressed. She studied me more than I expected, and crouched down beside me.

"It's discouraging to see your face without any blemishes..." She grumbled, staring directly into my eyes.

"He hits in places that don't show marks." I grunted, clenching my teeth.

"I suppose it is a turn-off to see a bloodied face during s****l intercourse," She remarked with an ominous smirk, "But of course it's something that's required."

Before I even had time to process her words, she was dragging a pocket knife across my right cheek. I tried to pull away, but she forced my head in place with her hand. I cried as she carved a line from my lip to my ear, just like the joker, only on one side. My screams were piercing my own ears. I had never felt pain quite this bad before, and then my body started doing something unexpected.

I began shaking uncontrollably, rattling the belt buckle against the leg of the bed. I was trembling to the point of my entire body spasming, and soon Audra stepped back with a wide grin. She was pleased with herself, and left the room, shutting the door behind her. I was trembling, unable to think clearly, and was losing control. My cries were loud and drawn out, desperate. It felt like forever before Fran came rushing into the bedroom.

She gasped when she saw me, still trembling on the floor, and immediately rushed to the phone. I heard her frantically push the buttons on the house phone, and soon she was talking to someone.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you-" Fran spoke in a shaky voice, "Something has happened here."

She took a deep breath, and spoke again. "Your mother stopped by..."

Fran glanced at me with furrowed eyebrows, and whispered something else into the phone. After that, her conversation ended, and she was kneeling beside me. She pressed her fingers under my chin, turning my face to see the cut. Without any words, Fran scurried to the bathroom, and walked out with another damp wash rag. If I thought the whip lashes hurt, this was going to annihilate me.

I waited for her to touch it to my face, and the second it made contact, I jumped out of my own skin. My scream was even louder this time, and the shaking got worse. The room started to spin, and before I knew it, I was unconscious. It was too much for my body to handle, so instead it shut down. That's the second time this has happened to me here, and I have to wonder if all of my thoughts before this were wishful thinking. Gray might not have an agenda to deliberately cause me harm, but the rest of his family sure does.