Virginity Bought

Chapter 13

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I needed to get out of here.

I need to get away from this crazy guy.

He's a sociopath.

He smiles in your face and then he's glaring murderous at you. Not only that but even his maid is weird, she's a witch I tell you because most of what I think she just says out loud.

I've been here for two days now and it does not get better. I can't sleep because I can't stop thinking he'll kill me in my sleep and the fact that he told me he would made it worse. Even though his maid whose name is Rose scowled him and assured me I was safe and fine I couldn't relax. He's sick and finds pleasure in torturing others and when Rose told me she's trying to change him I thought she should run too because any chance I get, my ass is gone.

Above everything else, he hasn't tried to claim what he bought which is my virginity and I have a feeling that I don't fit his type. He makes little points towards that now and then whenever he looks at me or I catch him looking at me. I'm too slender, too soft, and even let it slip that breeze could take me away with it if it blow hard enough time.

Talk about hitting on a guy's ego and self-esteem with a hammer.

I don't mind though because that means he has me for another reason and though I don't know that reason, it can't be as bad as actually taking what he bought right so while planning my escape I'm thinking, what could he possibly want from me if not that.

"How did you sleep, slender man?" Did I mention he's annoying and loves to make fun of people? And the fact that he knows I cannot hurt him or retaliate in any way.

So, Slender-man is a scary movie with an ugly ass long pale dude, hunting people and that's what he calls me so, of course, I'll be offended, and hate the name. But can I voice that or defend myself, not if I want to live that is?
Also, stupid fucking question because he knows that I didn't sleep well for two straight days because of him and his mind games, again pleasure from people's misery.

"I slept well. Thanks for asking." I lied, politely. All the while I wanted to behead him right here with the knife Rose is using to slice fruits. I've never been a violent person but this guy is pushing my buttons, the evil ones embedded in my soul.

"Wonderful. You do sleep quite dead though. You should work on that." He glances up from his paper and smiles at me sinisterly. I shiver and shrink into my seat as I think that the only reason he could know that was if he had been in my room when I was napping.

"You - how -when did - I," I stutter as I can't seem to find words and all he does is continue to grin sipping his tea and reading his paper unbothered.

I need to get out.

"Leave that boy alone you little demon child." Rose said hitting him in the head with the spatula. He cringe and pouts as he rubs his head whining like a child, a sick child. "Here baby, I cut fruits for you," she said pushing the plate over to me and I hesitated to take it but so far she's the only one who's been good to me.
I slowly take the plate and pull it closer then start eating the fruits slowly as I watch them interact. From what I could tell only Rose can handle this man but even so, I can see how tiring it is for her too.

"Don't argue with me." She glare holding the spatula up again.

"But Rose what I do?" He asks innocently still rubbing his head and I won't lie, I'm enjoying this and not just the fruits.

"What did you not do? You threaten the poor boy that he can't even sleep then have the audacity to ask how he slept," she scowled at him and he just looked away and then glared at me. I shrink further into my seat, "You told me you'd behave." She said sadly and he sighs then nodded.

"I'll try for you," he said pushing stuff around in his plate "What am I to do for fun then?" He ask irritated.

"Don't know or care. Go for a walk or read a book like normal people. Not kill an animal or torment the boy." I choke on my fruits at the animal part at that they both look at me. "You okay love?" She ask with a smile and all I could do was nod while he stare at me with a hard face then his eyes narrow into a glare then his wicked smile present itself slowly.

After breakfast, Rose showed me the garden and a few other places she thinks will keep me company until she returned from her cleaning. I stayed in the garden where I saw empty plant pots and I wondered if I could use them to do a little gardening. I remember how my mother loved doing that to pass the time when she was alive and I got to loving it too.

"You can use them. I'll just buy more." I jump at the voice behind me. I turn around to see him standing there watching me with those little evil eyes that only knows pain and torture.

I nod then when his eyes narrow I become vocal with my gratitude by saying thank you which he nods to taking a seat. "You're staying?" I ask without thinking. I don't think I feel comfortable with him here and behind me of all places with that evil mind of his.

"Yes" he said with finality and I know that I shouldn't continue this conversation. "Do you like planting or is it the only thing you saw to do?" That sounds like a normal question for someone not normal at all.

"My mother" I said as I dig the dirt provided and snatch up the pots to fill them. I look around for what I want to plant in them but I saw nothing so I sigh disappointed.

"The seeds are in that pot over there. Help yourself," he said pointing and I followed it to a plant pot not too far away from me. I nod grateful and stretch for it as I roam through picking and refusing. I decided on sunflowers, tulips, and another I've never seen or heard of which pique my interest.
"Where is your mother?" I clear my throat when emotions that was dormant came back up from that simple question being ask. I never really think about my mother or at least not to make me sad because if I did then I guarantee that I wouldn't be alive right now. I'd be depressed and hopeless which isn't a good combination with being on the streets or maybe I'd be strung up somewhere on all kinds of drugs or a hoe house. It's painful, especially remembering her death and how I fled for my life but she told me too plus what could little me do at that time?

"She died," I kept it vague as not to get overwhelmed. He noded but I knew he wasn't satisfied with my response.

"Vague," he comments looking m. "How about a game!" He said excitingly and I swear his mood changes faster than the weather.

"What game?" I ask.

"Any question either of us asks the other has to answer the same question." I think about it and well it doesn't sound like a bad idea so I nod. "Great!" He beams like a child, eyes glistening with happiness and his body refuses to keep still I stare at him thinking how adorable he would be if his personality wasn't like a sociopath.

He wasn't much taller than me but I still had to look up but not a lot, he had more fat or maybe muscles than I do and the rare times I've seen a genuine smile on his face meant for Rose he looked so normal, cute too, well more of a mixture of cute and handsome. "Since I ask a question already then you should ask me." I clear my throat and nod.

"Where is your mother?" his grin surprisingly got bigger, his eyes glistened brighter and his body shook harder and I regret asking now, I regret this game.

"She's dead," he said as his fingers twitched from excitement "buried where you kneel." He laugh and I swear my heart skip enough beats to kill me.

I could only stare down as shock took over my body.

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