Bless Your Little Heart

TWENTY-ONE

ONE/SIX MONTHS

Malcolm sat at the table with the short stumpy man, his hair balding as his face was wrinkled. He kind of stunk of fish but I didn't dare say anything.

I stood in the kitchen at their every call, bringing drinks, food, anything and everything.

Malcolm promised I'd eat once the man left but my stomach was growling. Feeling the pain as it rumbled and roared, demanding to be fed.

I stood at the sink washing the array of dishes I had dirtied while cooking, the polished steel of each pan gleaming as I rinsed the soapy residue off. Sitting them to the side on the drying rack.

Footsteps behind me catch my attention, keeping at my task I listen in as the men talk.

Their footsteps recede down the corridor as I hear them reach the front door, stopping as their conversation continues.

"Boss wants her in perfect condition, I'd recommend putting some meat on her bones." The short man spoke, his groggy, deep voice echoing through the halls. His voice was significantly different from Malcolm's, he had no happiness, no passion behind his words.

I look down upon my wrists, they had shrunken some but I hadn't lost that much weight. His words brought a twinge of insecurity though me.

"I know what I'm doing Philip." Malcolm growled, undoing the many locks installed on the door as each click and clank echoed. I counted 6 once but that was only about half of them.

"Goodbye, I'll see you next month. Thank you for the delivery." Malcolm hurriedly spoke, trying to emphasize for the man to leave.

A huff in response before I hear snow crunching, the door shutting once again as the bombard of locks go back to their position.

Malcolm retreats to the living room, slumping into the couch with a loud sigh following.

"When you're done come in here, I want to talk to you."

My heart fluttered with anticipation, scrubbing the dishes as quickly as I could while still giving them a good clean. Drying my hands before scuffling to the front of him.

"Yes." I lightly smile, intertwining my hands together hand my back.

He stared upon me, looking up and down my body repeatedly as I stood before him. His long legs spread open and his arms laid along the back of the couch.

His face looked distraught, twisted in disgust. Making me feel so small and uncomfortable, was he disgusted at me? I did everything he asked tonight.

"I wanted to apologize." His eyes drew is his lap, his tone shifting into one of remorse.

It was odd, I didn't know how to take it. This man had been so many ways toward me I honestly didn't know whether to actually believe anything he said.

I still did thou, every word he said. I believed him.

Something inside me believed him, knowing somehow he did have an ounce of care for me inside his hard dark soul.

"Earlier got out of hand and I just want you to know it won't happen again." He looked up with a hard face, his jaw tense as his eyes stared into mine.

My mouth slightly agape as I look at the vulnerable man before me. He had let his guard down enough of actually feel remorse for me, for his actions.

"It's okay."

He shakes his head while sucking in his bottom lip, "It really isn't, and I won't let it happen again."

He was serious, and I didn't like it. I actually enjoyed the moment we shared. How I was able to please him, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth as I sucked profusely.

The warm cum going down my throat as he pulled it out of my mouth. Watching it drip onto his lower abdomen before drilling down his side.

"Why?" I whisper as sadness fills me, the man I craved so much wanted nothing to do with me.

I didn't understand, the moment earlier I had desired for so long. Yet he seemed disgusted by it, as if he wished it never happened. It hurt but I didn't dare let him see.

"It just won't, okay?" He clenched his jaw as he stood before me. His large frame towering over my frail figure.

His dark eyes stared down at me, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He was angry and I didn't understand why. I hadn't done anything to him for him to act this way towards me.

I didn't want to back down, everything in my being begged me to. But I didn't, "Why not?" I brought my eyes to his, puffing my chest to appear more confident than I was. On the inside I was shaking at the intimidating man before me.

"Madelyn, don't test me. Not now." He shook his head before taking a step back. Crossing his arms against his chest before looking back upon me.

Every time he stared at me insecurity raced through my body, every vein and artery filling as his eyes stares deep into me. Feeling as if he didn't find me attractive the more he looked upon me, maybe my weight had dropped significantly. Maybe I was disgusting looking now.

"Go eat dinner." He turned to walk to his room, "Make sure you're in your room by 8, I don't care what you do." I shake my head in disbelief at his actions, only before he brings his hand to my ass and lands it harshly on the clothed surface. The stinging sensation fell over the area as quickly as he smacked it.

"I won't see you so goodnight." He winked before slinking into his room. Disappearing into the darkness before slowly closing his door. Chills ran my body as his interaction lingered in my brain.

What if he is into me?

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