"Leave her" I said. He raised his brow at my words and I understood what he wanted.
"Please..." I begged and a smug grin erupted on his lips. He took my chin between his fingers while tracing his thumb over my face.
"Don't beg, sweetheart. Just sign...
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My eyes fluttered open and it took me several moments to regain my conscious. I blinked continuously, looking around the surroundings.
My eyes captured the sight of the soft mattress I was laid on, the luxurious decors hanging on the walls along with the lavish furniture.
It was Master's bedroom but what am I doing here? I was in his office then how did I end up here. Just then my mind collected the memories of all events which took place in the office.
I sat on the bed and touched the dressing on my foot. Was it real? I can't believe that he treated my burns today and brought me home after I slept there. It seemed like a fantasy; one I never knew I would want to cherish.
There was something about his touch that was driving me insane. It was gentle and soft, in spite of the roughness of his skin. It felt incredibly comforting. This was in stark contrast to the side of his, that he had shown me the day before.
He almost had killed me but today he looked so concerned and worried for me. Am I making up things or he does really care about my well-being?
The memory still gives me goosebumps, remembering how effortlessly he lifted me into his arms before everyone. The closeness of that moment, the comforting touch between us, is now making me feel weak, and I can't understand why.
I sighed, trying to accept the reality that I stood no chance with him. Yet, my efforts were in vain as the longing in my heart persisted for something that strangely felt like it belonged to me, even though it didn't.
He is not mine, nor will he ever be, not even in my most unattainable dreams. Yet, I find myself unable to extinguish the flames that threaten to turn my sanity into mere ashes of longing.
I stood up gazing around to see a trace of him. He wasn't here but I want to see him.
I need to thank him, nothingelse.
Imoved out of the bed and thereby, making my way down the stairs after exiting his room. Honestly, I feel threatened in this mansion since there are only male servants.
Being alone in between so many unfamiliar men, gives me a vision of all those cursed nights in the brothel when I wasn't able to sleep because of the screams of women who were being assaulted.
My soul trembled, remembering the first time I saw it happening in front of my eyes. It was tragic, those screams of girls are still fresh in my ears, constantly reminding me of my origin.
Those painful eyes which were silently begging for mercy, the way they were dragged into the room where they would be stripped out of their respect and abused by some lusty men.
It all was vivid, and I can't stop it from playing in my head. My breathing became shallow and uneven. I could feel the fear bubbling up inside me. There are no women, only men. They can do anything to me, and no one will find out.
