Swift Attraction

Chapter Eleven

*LUCY*

For a moment, things were looking bright on my end. I could gradually see myself coming close to the light at the end of the tunnel. All I had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity so I could strike. Although impatience had mounted a fountain in me, I tried to suppress my anxiety and wait for a perfect undisrupted moment to act. I knew too well that I had to make sure the coast was perfectly clear before I enacted my recent plan. Right there on the bed, I began to brainstorm on how I would be able to pull through with this mission that I had plagued myself with. Staring at the ceiling, A whole lot of thoughts ran through my mind. Being overwhelmed with euphoria, I could not stop but wonder how life outside this dungeon would feel like once again. I pictured the look on my mom's face when she would finally see me. I imagined myself being wrapped around her arms once again. I pictured the tears running down her cheek. I pictured myself in tears and my body taking in all the warmth from her body. I also pictured myself not letting go of her.

This and many other beautiful imaginations did I let flood my mind before I was drawn back to reality. Now being brought back to the remembrance of my current predicament, I made up my mind to escape this place no matter what it takes. While still being motivated by my zeal, I was also plagued with the remembrance of how ruthless Marco can be if I am caught. The feeling of being disciplined even more than I am already being treated made me almost feel like giving up on my plan. On the other hand, the already assumed joy of my escape served as a fuel for my ambition. I just wanted to live my life on my own terms and under my own rules once again. You'd agree with me that no one wants to be rid of their freedom by another human being. So even though it means me risking my life, I am more than ready to take the risk. Now that my mind was all made up, all I had to do was wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Still on the bed with a lot of thoughts in my mind, I still didn't make the mistake of not being observant. I was checking and listening for any hint that indicates that Marco had left the house or was about to leave the house. At intervals, I ran to the door and placed my face on it, squeezing one of my ears on it and sometimes closing the other ear to try and hear what was going on at the other side of the door. I know that this is a big house, but due to where my room is positioned, Marco always passes by my room whenever he is heading out. I didn't care whether he was just planning to go get something across the street; I just wanted as little a time as possible to get to the window and figure out things from there.

I was soon becoming impatient. It didn't seem like this dude had plans of leaving this house today. I even went as far as praying for him to just walk by. It almost seemed like today was not in any way my day. Then I heard some footsteps approaching my room. I ran back towards the bed and lay down to avoid all avoidable risks. Then I heard the door to my room open. “How are you doing my love?” Marco called out. I just intentionally refused to reply and continued with my sleeping act. I could hear his footsteps coming closer towards where I laid.

“Oh s**t!” I whispered to myself. Could this actually be him finally coming to have his fair or rather unfair share of my body? My initial feeling of euphoria was now totally overpowered by my fear of being taken advantage of. And I knew that there was little or nothing that I could do about it. It's funny how just last night, I could not control myself around him and right now I do not even want to smell his perfume from across the room. The footsteps approached even more and then stopped. I could tell that he was now standing beside my bed and was probably only a few inches away from me. I gradually began to feel his warm breath touching my face and becoming even stronger. This could only mean that this dude was probably drawing his face closer to mine. I froze in fear and anger. I then peeped from the corner of one eye to confirm what he was really doing after I felt some movements on my duvet. On observation, I could see him trying to adjust my duvet as though he was fixing it. This was shocking as it was in no way near my imaginations on the kind of actions he may have been taking at the moment. I honestly could have sworn that he was doing something entirely different. But to my surprise, he only came to help me adjust my duvet. I quickly shut my eyes when I realised that he was almost looking back at my face. I felt a bit of caressing on my head and a warm kiss on my forehead afterwards. Then I heard his footsteps moving further away from me. Afterwards, I heard the sound of my door opening and shutting. I once again peeped from one side of my eye to try and confirm if he really had left the room. I felt a bit of relief when I realized that I was alone in the room.

From the way Marco was dressed, my best guess was that he was about heading out. I quickly ran towards the door to try and confirm if my guess was right. I could not hear anything for the first few seconds of eavesdropping. Then I heard some footsteps approaching the door to my room again. I felt like running back to lay down but resisted. I could feel the already strong smell of Marcus's perfume growing even stronger. This could only mean that he was coming closer to my room. I was about to run back towards my bed when I heard him say the words “yeah I'm on my way”. This could only mean that the mummy eagle was finally about to leave the nest and make her eggs vulnerable.