chapter 6

Is he the infamous James Black ? Never had

in mind the cruelest mafia would be that hot

mouthwatering creature, i imagined it would be

fat old man with beard. The moment i stepped out

of the limo, i saw the most gorgeous man alive.

He was around thirties or so. I guessed i've seen

him before but i couldn't regained the memory.

I never thought that he was James Black until

he mentioned something about selling me to the

highest bidder. I repulsed him, he was so low even

for a guy like him. And he was the one who did

this to me, my father, and Ryan. I hated him so

much. I would kill him if I could.

I scanned the room. It was warm and stunning.

A king sized bed witha white cover and a beige

color duvet matched with the color of wallpaper

on the headboard side. A night lamp at each side of

the bed, with a vast of white roses on the bedside

table. I smiled for a first time since yesterday.

There was a cream velvet chair besides the bed

and a beige ottoman with magz on it. A light

beige curtains on the left side of the bed. I felt the

soft feather cream carpet all over the room, how

thoughtful to ensure the guest never step on the

cold floor.

A middle age woman that i was sure her name

was Greta got out of the bathroom and smiled at

me.

The tub is ready now, Miss. Clean yourself up then

i will make you some food." She said with a warm

hospitality.

I didn't know if I could trust her, but she was the

only one who treated me nice so far.

"I have to go. Please help me get out of here." I

plead holding her hands

"I have to go. Please help me get out of here."I

plead holding her hands.

She was hurt to see me i can see it in her eyes. My

tears fell again. But i had the feeling, didn't matter

how muchi cried, she can't help me. She shed my

tears.

"I'm sorry, Miss. You know i can't do that even if i

want to." She said with sorry.

She let go of my hands, and left me in the room

alone. I cried more. Even though i didn't want

to stay in this room and eager to find away to

escape, i knew i had to clean myself. To get rid of

the touch from that creepy Scar Face, i cringed at

the thought of him touching me. I walked in the

bathroom, and i'm amazed by the luxury of it.

Greta already filled the tub with water and bubble

from the bath foam. But what i needed was a

shower, a long shower that will washed away the

touch and thought of that asshole.

I've been in the shower for an hour, but still

disgusted. I took another half hour. Then got out of

the bathroom. I found a pair of pajamas and wore

it. I locked the bedroom door and sat on the bed. I

pulled my knees up and hugged them. I can't help

the tears. God what am i gonna do to get away

from here ? Daddy. Ryan. . Help me. I was so

scared. Oh god, how is Ryan now ? My cry never

stopped. I heard a knocked on the door, it was

Greta bringing me food. But i refused to opened

the door and sat still. I didn't know how long i've

been crying, until i looked at the surroundings it

was already dark. I wanted to go home, i wanted

to be with my father. I stopped sobbing when

there was another knock on the door, then i

realised it must be Greta bringing dinner. I wasn't

hungry and chose to ignore her.

I got up from the bed and open the soft beige

curtains. There was a balcony, there was still a

hope. I opened the french door and walked out to

the edge of the balcony. I looked down and gasped.

It was so high, but i had to do this. No other

chance. I tried to climb the edge but a firm grip

grabbed my hand stopping me. I screamed and

looked up to see Mr.Black outraged. I tried to pull

away but no luck, his grip even tighter.

"Don't you ever try to run away, Miss Pearce." He

glared.

"Let me go !" He ignored me and pulled me inside.

"How long are you going to refuse your meals ?"

This guy had a talent to speak stern and deathly

but in a low voice. Even one word came out of his

mouth, can made you shrink.

"I won't eat until you let me go home"

"Then you'll be starved to death, doll. Because i'm

not the one who lets go what's mine easily"

"Tm not yours"

"Believe me, you are"

I looked at him disbelief. How can i ended up

dealing with this kind of guy ?

"I will finda way to get the hell out of here." He

chuckled.

"Please, try your best. There are cctv all over my

house." I looked up at him. "Yes, there is one in the

balcony:"

"And even you passed the cctv, you will never

reached the road. You saw the woods on the

long-way to my house. You probably passed out

before you reach half of the way"

My life was done. I will stuck here forever and die

in this prison. This is not a manor to me more like

a prison. I was forever more his prisoner. He took

a step toward me.

"Don't come any closer, don't you dare touch me!'

I stopped him, i surprised he obeyed.

"Why do you so... resent me ?" He asked trying t

find the right words.

"Resent ?" I hissed. "I don't resent you. I hate you,

i disgust every part of you." I said clenched my

teeth.

Careful" His eyes showed anger at my words,

suddenly i wished i was in anywhere but in this

room.

"Get out of the room, i don't wanna see you ever

again." I said with a low yet stern voice.

He griped my arm so hard i screamed in pain. It

will leave bruises.

"I'd be careful with my words if i were you. You

can't say whatever you want in my house, let

alone insult me. If you ever do that again you'll be

condemned to death."

His deathly words made me realised i can't

expected what he would do to me, what he was

capable of I tried to get away from his grip.

"Let go of me!" But his grip tighten and my tears

streamed down my face proving the pain he

caused on my arm

"You're hurting me, let go !" I shoved his chest

away with my other hand and succeed.

But i fell from the impact and my head hit the

bedside table. I groaned from the pain, then i felt a

hot liquid ran down from my forehead. I touched

it and shocked with the blood on my fingers. I

looked up to see him looking down at me with

fury.

His grim demeanor made me opened my eyes

wide. This is the real him. This is James Black. He

was the only one i should scared of. This proved

what everyone's been telling, the cruelest man

alive. Even worse, he was the monster.

"You will not sleep or eat in this house until 

you know how to place yourself and have some

respect." He said more like an order.

He turned his back and talk with the two guys at

the door.

"Take her to the backyard, let her sleep outside."

Then walked away.

They nodded at him before took me downstairs.

We passed the main room then the massive living

room. When we passed the kitchen some of the

maids and staffs gasped with a hand covered their

mouth. Then we reached the big wide beautiful

french door. They opened it andi felt the cold

breeze hit my skin. They threw me to the floor and

closed the door.

I cried hard, why is this happened to me ? I wished

i was dead by now. I ripped my pajamas's sleeve

and used it to clean my head and face from the

blood. Once it was cleaned, i lay down on the floor.

My body turned in to a ball because of the killing

cold breeze. My tears won't stopped.

"Mom, Dad. It's so cold. I need you both." I

whispered, hoping they would hear me.

Then something wet snuggled my foot and licked

it. I jumped and sat in an instant. There were two

pairs of hopeful eyes looking at me. The one that

licked me was a beautiful strong shepherd, when

the other one that i assumed was a doberman sat

straight but looking at me with pity and concern.

"Hey guys, nice to meet you. I'm Cassy." I patted

their head.

They approached me and slept next to me. I smiled

to their intention to keep me company. I lay down

again, suddenly the doberman got up and lay

down on my feet covering them. While his brother

snuggled closer to me so i could rest my head on

his body. They tried to keep me warm, my tears

exploded. I can't believed there was still kindness

in this kind of place. A place that i called prisoner

or hell. I couldn't sleep. I cried for hours until i got

exhausted and drifted to sleep.

I was starting to fall in the deep sleep, when i felt

strong arms lifted me and carried me. It was so

warm and smelled like freshly showered. I knew

this smell, this was Chanel no.5 shower gel. Yes i

knew it because i had used it years back then. This

must be a dream, soi snuggled closer to the smell

and gone to the deep slumber.