Chapter 4

Sunsets presence filled in my lonely, empty room; no wonder why wealthy people are sad. They only had a few people around them; most of the time they were lonely and loners. The other side revealed turns into darkness as each minute passes.

Furniture hides turn into shadows; little by little it fades, and wind chimes stop playing with the curtains. I ask, How to dance to the tune of silence? A moment of emptiness lived and occupied my own heart; bruised hands and blood running dry on my skin kept trying to escape hands tied to it still.

Why some people have a cold heart; only questions accompany me; a little fire that gives me hope to escape free; keeping my mind busy; no one here for me. But why me? Heard footsteps outside come nearer and closer. I saw her again, this stunning creature, together with the woman having a mask. I saw her before. She brought me food on my first day. They both walk closer to my bed.

I froze looking at them, scared I couldn't do anything, just staring at what they would do next to me. A form of command I was released

"Thank you," a whispered voice came out between my lips, rubbing my wrist with bloodstains; some parts of it had a wound, and blood ran dry. When both were alone, she went to the bathroom and took a small box. I still looked at her suddenly. She held my hand, dressing its wound.

By looking at her, she seemed to care for me; she sat more closely, and I almost felt her warm body next to me. I keep quiet, observing her running out of words to say. I felt the intense something burning on the wounded part as she kept cleaning; I couldn't help myself from pulling my arms as I felt.

A tough, dominant woman like her father shows her soft side of her well-being.

"This is the first time I'm against my father," she said with a sweet, calm voice, still cleaning gently on my wound.

I was surprised by what I'd heard, but I kept quiet. I like looking at her that way—this beautiful creature in front of me.

"I insist on releasing you," she said to me, busy, but she took a glance towards me closely, but I'm only waiting for listening. I looked carefully at her.

"Stop daydreaming in front of me," she said. I tried not to grin, but when I looked at her, it was cute paying attention to my wound.

"Is it true that we were cousins?" I said, but deep inside, so eager to know everything, as I studied her face and gestures towards me, I felt a bit safe.

She paused and held my chin. She pressed her lips on my lips. I wanted to slap her, but I couldn't resist her that way. Most especially, she was released.

"No," she said in a monotone voice, and she looked away.

"Am I going to be your sexual slave?" I held my breath once again.

"No... you have quite a wide imagination," she paused and smiled at me to continue dressing my wound. I felt like playing a puzzle; everyone knows the answer but me.

I didn't see what was in there. But a sudden pinch lifted my heart. She said they were not cousins and had no harmful intention with me, but why... I felt happy in that way, knowing there was a small chance that everything would be better. "You mention about protecting me," I whispered, looking at my wrist in silence between us.

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The depth of silence between running out of words. I want this woman to explain everything, but my situation pulled me back. I prefer to behave this way, listening to and following orders, rather than being tied again. I slowly move my body out of the bed.

"Fixed yourself within twenty-five minutes." With a calm voice from her, I slowly stepped on the floor for the first time. A cold floor kissed my feet, and I felt my nerves frost. I still can't believe this beautiful creature graced my presence. I continue walking towards the bathroom door.

"It's Florence... Florence Macpherson... "I stopped, stunned, looking back at her; she mentioned a name echoed in my ear. "Camilla," I replied with a slow voice, staring at her, not saying the surname. They got me into this; they know far beyond all and my family history.

She was standing on the bedside and held her business attire coat, placed on her left arm. Her vest looked perfectly fitted on her. A well-kempt woman, she even didn't wear her coat; she was more perfect than anybody else that I know—an attractive doll standing a few steps away. I have used her gestures towards me even that day; I saw a blurred vision of seeing her, giving my eyeglasses. I can't resist the way she looked. It felt like I would melt where I stood; I still felt that warm kiss. I'm also aware I kissed her back. A snapped back to reality again.

"Camilla, stop fantasizing in front of me; are we having sex already there? Who was on top?" she said, still staring at me. I took a glance outside; it was already dark and early evening. looking back at her, thinking if I would slap her, she had two from me, but I can't. I guess this is my normal life starting now.

I am attracted to women just like her; those qualities are capable of being dominant and also show a soft side, but not like this; this woman is beyond my expectations. I have only had a few before, but I never encountered a woman like her; the rest was only a fantasy that I am good with.

I hide my personality being an ordinary office staff member, and also through my eyeglasses, I am paid by the company, and I don't have that anymore that serves my mask; it was shattered into pieces by the guard's steps into it, carrying me to lost consciousness. I didn't have a clear and better vision until now. "Do you want me to get naked?" She paused, looking in my direction.

It snaps the reality once again. Turning, she placed her coat on the bedside and started to unbutton her vest. I immediately rushed into the bathroom and quickly closed the doors on her. I need to hurry; I already had twenty minutes left. It's hard to live like this gorgeous creature is always near. It feels like I'm not always myself. I know that gorgeous creature having an evil grin outside. It's not funny teasing me this way. I stopped in front of the mirror and gently slapped my face for me to wake up.