Completely Free From You

CHAPTER 1

The whole week was hell! I can't even sleep soundly, not like I can, but with wounds all over my body, it made it more hellish than usual. Nakadapa lang ako palagi para hindi masagi ang mga sugat ko. I don't even care if I am half naked. I just want these gashes to heal fast. I am isolated in my room for the whole week, heavily guarded. Someone will just go inside to bring me foods and will help me clean my wounds and will leave me afterwards. I don't know if I should be thankful that someone is feeding me and cleaning my wounds for its past recovery or just let them rot me here. I don't know which is better.

One hell week and I haven't seen even a single strand of his hair; right after he dropped me on my bed, like he doesn't care if I am wounded.

I look at the door when it swung open. Nakita ko pa ang mga bantay sa labas ng pinto ng kwarto ko, standing still doing their job as a trained guards. The same woman entered the room. For the whole week, she's been feeding and cleaning my wounds. She doesn't show any emotion and only stick to her duty, that's to feed and clean me.

"How long will it take for me to recover?" I asked.

"I wouldn't like to recover if I were you." she said like it's the best advice that she can give me.

Kumunot ang noo ko. "What's waiting for me?" I asked curiously. She acted like she didn't hear me. She just cleaned my wounds, like it was all that matters. I winched because of her abrupt action. I closed my eyes when she's finally done.

Honestly speaking, even I can't sleep well I somehow found my peace of mind for the whole week. Walang sakitang nangyayare sa nakalipas na mga araw. I don't have a news on what's happening outside of this room. Kakain, lilinisan ang sugat at matutulog lang ang ginagawa ko. It still worries me that I don't know what happened to my family, but nevertheless, it was a peaceful week compare to my previous stay.

Another week came like a blink of an eye. My wounds are healing but not completely. I still can't go out. Hinahatiran parin ako ng pagkain at may naglilinis pa rin ng mga sugat ko. The same routine for the whole two weeks. I haven't seen him still. Did he die? That would be a great news for me but will also hurt me. Hindi ko maintindihan ang sarili ko pagdating kay Marcus. I hate and love him at the same time. Wala na talaga ako sa tamang wisyo.

I can now lay down but I'm still being careful not to hurt myself because my wounds at my back is not completely healed. Bumukas ang pinto ng kwartong tinutuluyan ko at pumasok doon ang isang tauhan ni Marcus.

"Mr. Del Prado wants you in the basement." my eyes grew bigger hearing the word basement. I blink repeatedly, praying that she'll tell me it's just a joke but seeing her serious face, I can tell that there's no room for jokes. Not as if people in this Mansion know how to joke. They are all trained, stern and dangerous.

"I'm still recovering?" sabi ko. Marcus wants me in the Basement? What did I do this time? Nasa kwarto lang ako buong dalawang linggo at nagpapagaling. Wala akong ginawang masama para ipatawag niya ako sa basement. That place traumatized me! I don't want to step in that place again! Damn!

"He's expecting you at five." I immediately gathered myself. I got one of my loose shirt in my closet. I didn't bother wearing a damn brassiere. Masakit pa ang mga sugat ko kaya hindi ko kayang magsuot ng masikip na bra.  She's looking at me like I'm a sort of a puzzle as I stormed out of my room.
Nakasunod siya sa akin, making sure that I won't try to escape again.

I rolled my eyes. I won't fucking escape! After those punishments? At sa dami ng tauhan niyang nakabantay sa dalampasigan, sa tingin niya ay makakatakas pa ako?! Siguro ay hahakbang palang ako palabas ng Mansion ay may mga baril nang nakatutok sa ulo ko. They won't think twice to pull the trigger.