The car ride to our um...his house was quick. Too quick that I couldn't even think over what happened so far and gather my thoughts as to what might happen. I felt the car pull up so I got down quickly. I straightened my skirt nervously. Was I so badly in love with Keith? Would I leave him if he wanted me to? The answer to that question was obvious, I wouldn't. No matter what happened, I would never leave him. This is what I always wanted and I finally had it.
I walked through the huge front doors and met him waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. He gave a one look that clearly showed what he felt towards me...disgust. Never mind, I still smiled at him. And went closer to hug him. He put his hands in between creating a distance between the both of us. Why? He started pacing around the hall. I took the time to ogle at my new home. The chandelier was huge! The colours in this house mostly consisted only of black and white. What a dull life! Why can't he add more colour? He grabbed my attention by stopping right in front of me. He ran his hand through his straight, silk like hair. He looked at me angrily and said, "Welcome, my dear servant!" servant?
He continued, "Yes, you heard me right. Servant! You are not going to be my wife. You will cook, clean and do whatever I ask you to. Is that understood?" He paused for a second and looked at me and smiled evilly, "You do what I say, you don't do anything the way I like and I will punish you, very harshly. You don't breathe a word about this to anyone if you do I will never consider accepting you as my wife. Is that clear?"
If I do what he says, then he will love me? Well why not? So without thinking twice, I said, "yes."
Although the words 'punish' and 'harshly' were running in my head constantly. I looked up at him and asked, "Are there any servants to take my bag upstairs?"
He gave me an icy stare and retorted, "Well what are you there for?"
I was shocked. So I was supposed to do everything on my own. Guess I am not a housewife, more like a housemaid. I carried my bags upstairs to our room.
I turned the bag down on the floor and turned around to see him walking towards me. I embrace myself (hypothetically speaking) for the next attack he was going to give me. He looked at me in pure hatred and said, "There's more rules. You are not allowed to sleep in any other room. In fact you can't even enter any other room except to clean them. You will not sleep in the bed. Hereafter you will sleep down in the floor." He pointed at a clean free space in the large room that was not so far from his bed. I slowly nodded, showing him that I understood. I looked around the room for a bit and noticed that some of his files, probably work files were untidily scattered on the table beside his bed. Well, it was my duty as his housewife to keep his stuff neat and organized. As I walked towards the mess, I felt his eyes follow me. I slowly lifted one file and kept it on the table and I couldn't complete my task because I felt his hand holding my arm tightly to turn me around. His hold was hurting me. I could tell he was doing it on purpose because he was smiling at me struggling to break free. He pulled me closer and I thought he was going to kiss me... then I suddenly came back to my senses why he would? He hates me. I kept struggling and he said, "Never touch my work files and you never get to enter my study is that understood?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"Good"
He let go of my arm and turned around and ran his fingers through his hair. I wanted to touch it so badly. His hair. Just once. It couldn't hurt... and I did. I touched his hair. I felt his smooth hair between my fingers slipping through easily, I felt him stiffen up. Oh god! He turned around in the speed of light and his right hand came crashing down on my left cheek with such force that made me fall down onto the floor with a thud. I tried lifting my head up but I couldn't...I saw him towering over me and he brought his fist down onto my face. I passed out.
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