Chapter 2 CHAPTER 2
“You look stunning babe, the best of the best and I love what you did to your hair the curls suit you”
I turn my head to the left, flashing a smile his way “You think so?, hmm cause if you're joking it's not funny” I laugh
“I know so, what happened to the trust you have for me m” he says walking closer and wrapping his arms around me while we both turn back to the mirror
I sigh blissfully, “ I love this, us, I love you”
“And I love you too”
…
Owww oww oww, my head.
I quickly scramble to my feet hurriedly to get back to work before ‘he’ gets back
Loud moans and screams of pleasure fill my ear, a reminder for me to hurry before he and whoever he brought with him are done with their activities.
Bare feet make their way into the kitchen just as I grab bottles from the fridge to set on the tray
I keep my head low, not wanting to annoy her to spare myself from his wrath
“Oh hey, what's up?”
I choose to ignore her, my head still hung low
“Uh hi, I'm talking to you can you not hear me, or oh wait sorry, d-o y-o-u u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d m-e”
I nod positively
“Oh good, can you speak”
Another nod
“Okay, hi I'm Mirabella” Her introduction isn't my current concern, I could care less what or who she is, I just want her to leave me be
No Fae at least she isn't like the others he's brought here before
A resounding slap across my face, “You bitch what do you think you're doing wearing that around my man?”
Yeah your man indeed
“What is this about?”
Her eyes drift to him for a bit, “Hi babe, I was just asking this mud-coloured creature who she thinks she is wearing this around”
I chew the insides of my cheek furious as he looks me over, disgust evident in his eyes
“I don't know babe, don't tell me that's what bothered you?... hmm my love. ‘It’ does not deserve a minute of your attention, stupid black bitch that's how her type is”
“Um hello, are you okay?”
I shake myself from my thoughts
I nod
She huffs, “Are you intentionally ignoring me or do you have mutism”
I inhale a deep breath and swallow hard, “I'm sorry, I'm not” I say in a small voice
“I have to get this to the boss, I'm so sorry, I have to go” I run out of the kitchen tray in hand fearing for my life
Stupid why did you wait so long, stupid stupid, oh God I'm going to get hit now, please God I just woke up I'm aching all over
I rap the door twice, three times before pushing it open, walking in to drop it on the bedside table
“You have intentionally decided to get on my nerves little dumb ass cunt”
I pause, my back turned to him awaiting the hit that is sure to land anytime soon
I can imagine him, hands up about to come in contact swiftly with me, eyes closed I hunch bracing myself
“I kept her, she was helping me out in the kitchen”
“Oh, I didn't know, she didn't say that”
My eyes fly open to see Mirabella in a protective stance eyeing him up and down, whilst casting a worried look at me
“You didn't even let her talk before you raised your hand, is this how you are?”
He laughs “Of course not babe, I was a little pissed surely you don't believe I'd hit her”
He walks to her and pulls her flush against him, nothing I feel nothing, no anger nor jealousy nor anything, just exhaustion I need to sleep. It isn't his first, at some point I just got used to it fast, cause I realised it won't be his last either
She keeps her eyes on me, “you can leave now”
I peek up at him through my lashes ignoring her, she's not the one to get beaten later
“You heard her right?”, yup that's the only confirmation I need
“Yes sir, sorry sir. Please excuse me”. Only when I'm out of the room behind the door do I clutch my erratic heart, that was close. I hope she keeps him busy enough for me to finish my chores and go to bed
After three hours of labouring like a slave in the eighties, I stand proud, I don't know what she did or is currently doing but I appreciate the fact that I for the first time had enough time to get everything done
I tiptoe into their room when I'm sure they would be in the bathroom to pack their plates, wash them and head to my ‘room’
Empty with a flat floor mattress, really there's no difference between sleeping on it and sleeping on the floor but I have to be thankful don't I? Beggars can't be choosers and maids most definitely are out of the equation. The only connection to my old life, a ring, the jewel at the front the lock keeping the ring together which when twisted dismantles the ring revealing a neatly folded paper, with the location of my wealth and assets, the wisest decision I made before marriage the moment I felt odd
The ring is lodged somewhere in me, the only place Soren didn't think to look while he was thrashing the whole place searching for a clue
A whisper of my name has me peeking out of the room
“In here” I whisper back
“Oh love hi, how are you”
Her eyes frantically roam around my face
“Good, thanks for saving me back there”
Her eyes turn stone cold at that
“How many times”
What, how many times what?
“I don't understand?”
“Oh don't play dumb with me” she scoffs
Tired and praying she leaves I answer so she'd leave sooner, I'm tired of this situation
“Several, I don't know I never counted, was too scared to”
“Strip”
My eyes widen in alarm
“Wait what, you want me to… oh no no no I can't do that he'd kill me”
“Imagine if I go tell him right now, that I asked you to do something and you didn't comply”
I mean she does have a point
The clothes easily come off, I mean the only thing holding the so-called clothes together is a single rope
“Fucking hell…” she gasps
