SAVE ME FROM MY HUSBAND

chapter three



As I settled into the bed in the room, I couldn't help but take in the beauty surrounding me. The room was grand, with high ceilings covered with fancy designs. The walls had a cream color, with gold moldings lining the edges. The floor was made of gleaming marble, with a large, woven rug covering most of the floor space. The rug had a rich, deep red hue, with gold and cream accents, which added to the beauty of the space.

To my left, I noticed an expansive floor-to-ceiling window, which offered a breathtaking view of a lush, manicured garden. The room was suffused with a bright glow, and it exuded opulence. The furnishings were lavish, with a massive four-poster bed dominating the center of the space. The bed was draped with luxurious satin sheets and plush pillows, which looked inviting.

At the foot of the bed, there was a mahogany chest of drawers with intricate carvings, which added to the grandeur of the room. To the right of the bed, there was a seating area with a plush sofa, armchairs, and a small coffee table. The room had an overall regal feel, and it left me wondering how I ended up in such a luxurious space.

f it weren't for my anxiety, I would have eagerly explored the room, taking in every lavish detail. Instead, I curled up in the bed, my eyes fixed on the door. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, a knock came at the door, and a maid entered, carrying a tray of delicious-looking food.

She approached me and placed a mini table on the armrest, the clinking of silverware and china filling the air. I stared at her, then at the tantalizing food, its aroma making my stomach growl.

"Is all of this for me?" I asked, amazed at the extravagance of it all.

"Of course, ma'am," the maid replied, smiling warmly before leaving the room. The scent of warm bread and freshly brewed coffee wafted from the tray and filled my nostrils, making my stomach grumble in hunger. I reached for the bread and took a small bite, savoring the warm, soft texture that melted in my mouth. The flavors were so rich and delicious, unlike the bland and tasteless meals I was accustomed to at the orphanage.

Hunger took over, and I ate ravenously, savoring every bite of the feast before me. The food was a luxury I never imagined I would experience, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the generous hospitality. Once I finished, I let out a satisfying burp and wiped my mouth clean with my dress.

The maids came in later to collect the empty plates, but I wished I could have helped. However, they politely declined and left me alone in the room. As I sat there, I couldn't help but think of the other girls back at the orphanage, especially my friend Stacy. They were probably still eating the same stale bread and soup that had been their daily meal for as long as I could remember.

A pang of sadness and guilt swept over me as I thought of my good fortune while they still suffered. But I promised myself that I would do everything I could to get them out of there and give them a better life. Wiping away the tears that had formed in my eyes, I whispered to myself, "It's just a matter of time. I'll get you all out of there."

As I slept, darkness enveloped the room, and the only source of light came from the flickering television. Suddenly, my eyes shot open, and I sat up, feeling uneasy. My heart raced as my gaze darted around the room, trying to identify the source of my fear. That's when I saw it - a silhouette lurking in the doorway. My breathing hitched, and I tried to scream, but fear had frozen my vocal cords.

My eyes remained fixated on the figure, waiting for it to make a move. My pulse raced as the seconds ticked by without any sound or movement. I swallowed hard and gathered the courage to ask who was there, my voice shaking.

"Who's there?" I asked, my words barely above a whisper. There was no response, no movement, just eerie silence. I could feel my body tense up as fear gripped me tightly. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the situation. Was someone really there or was it just my imagination playing tricks on me?

Feeling helpless and vulnerable, I clutched the vase on the bedside table, ready to defend myself if needed. "Who are you?!" I demanded, my voice trembling. But there was still no response. The figure remained motionless, and I was left wondering if I was losing my mind.

Suddenly, the figure began to move towards me, its footsteps barely audible. My heart was pounding against my chest, and I let out a blood-curdling scream, quickly backing away while holding up the vase as a makeshift weapon. "Stay away from me!" I yelled, my voice trembling with fear. But the figure didn't stop, and my fear intensified as it came closer and closer. In a moment of panic, I closed my eyes and held onto the vase tightly, bracing myself for the worst.

"Open your eyes," a deep, masculine voice demanded. The voice was so close that I could feel the figure's breath on my face. I hesitated for a moment, too scared to comply, but the voice grew more insistent. "Open your eyes," he repeated sternly. With trembling hands, I slowly lifted my head and opened my eyes. The figure loomed above me, his eyes glowing in the dim light. I could see his features more clearly now, and my jaw dropped in shock.

He was staring at me with no expression on his face, but before me stood the most strikingly handsome man I had ever seen. His chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones were accentuated by the dim light, casting shadows that gave his face a depth and intensity that left me breathless. His hair, a deep shade of black, fell over his forehead in artful disarray, framing his piercing, deep-set eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. His lips were full and inviting, and I couldn't help but gulp at the thought of feeling them against mine.

Despite my fear, I couldn't take my eyes off him, completely captivated by his presence. If he was this mesmerizing in the dark, I couldn't imagine how breathtaking he would be in the daylight.

He held my wrist firmly, prying the vase from my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His warm hands lingered on my skin for a moment, and I felt a rush of heat spread through my body. He placed the vase back on the table, his eyes never leaving mine. I tried to look away, to break free from his intense gaze, but I couldn't seem to escape his hold on me. Who was this man, and what did he want?

I was jolted back to reality when he suddenly tightened his grip on my wrist, causing me to wince in pain. "What are you doing?! Let me go!" I screamed, trying to wriggle free from his hold. But his grip was unyielding, and he dragged me along with him, towards the door with ease. No matter how much I struggled and kicked, he seemed unaffected by it all.

As he pushed me out of the room, my heart began to pound. The hallway was dimly lit, casting ominous shadows on the walls. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears as I turned around to face him.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear and anger.

But he just stood there, staring at me with those piercing eyes of his. It was like he was trying to read my mind or something. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made me feel vulnerable and exposed.

With a sudden jolt, he shoved me away from him, sending me stumbling backwards. I hit the wall hard, my head spinning from the impact. As I struggled to regain my footing, he slammed the room door to my face leaving me alone in the hallway.

I pounded on the door, screaming for someone to help me. But no one came. The silence was deafening, and it made me feel like I was trapped in a nightmare. Exhausted and defeated, I collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down my face. The shock of what had just happened was almost too much to bear.