Beauty and The Beast

Five

Is he the infamous James Black ? Never had in mind the cruelest mafia would be that hot mouthwatering creature, i imagined it would be fat old man with beard. The moment i stepped out of the limo, i saw the most gorgeous man alive. He was around thirties or so. I guessed i've seen him before but i couldn't regained the memory. I never thought that he was James Black until he mentioned something about selling me to the highest bidder. I repulsed him, he was so low even for a guy like him. And he was the one who did this to me, my father, and Ryan. I hated him so much. I would kill him if i could.

I scanned the room. It was warm and stunning. A king sized bed with a white cover and a beige color duvet matched with the color of wallpaper on the headboard side. A night lamp at each side of the bed, with a vast of white roses on the bedside table. I smiled for a first time since yesterday. There was a cream velvet chair besides the bed and a beige ottoman with magz on it. A light beige curtains on the left side of the bed. I felt the soft feather cream carpet all over the room, how thoughtful to ensure the guest never step on the cold floor.

A middle age woman that i was sure her name was Greta got out of the bathroom and smiled at me.

"The tub is ready now, Miss. Clean yourself up then i will make you some food." She said with a warm hospitality.

I didn't know if i could trust her, but she was the only one who treated me nice so far.

"I have to go. Please help me get out of here." I plead holding her hands.

She was hurt to see me i can see it in her eyes. My tears fell again. But i had the feeling, didn't matter how much i cried, she can't help me. She shed my tears.

"I'm sorry, Miss. You know i can't do that even if i want to." She said with sorry.

She let go of my hands, and left me in the room alone. I cried more. Even though i didn't want to stay in this room and eager to find away to escape, i knew i had to clean myself. To get rid of the touch from that creepy Scar Face, i cringed at the thought of him touching me. I walked in the bathroom, and i'm amazed by the luxury of it. Greta already filled the tub with water and bubble from the bath foam. But what i needed was a shower, a long shower that will washed away the touch and thought of that asshole.

I've been in the shower for an hour, but still disgusted. I took another half hour. Then got out of the bathroom. I found a pair of pajamas and wore it. I locked the bedroom door and sat on the bed. I pulled my knees up and hugged them. I can't help the tears. God what am i gonna do to get away from here ? Daddy . . Ryan . . Help me. I was so scared. Oh god, how is Ryan now ? My cry never stopped. I heard a knocked on the door, it was Greta bringing me food. But i refused to opened the door and sat still. I didn't know how long i've been crying, until i looked at the surroundings it was already dark. I wanted to go home, i wanted to be with my father. I stopped sobbing when there was another knock on the door, then i realized it must be Greta bringing dinner. I wasn't hungry and chose to ignore her.

I got up from the bed and open the soft beige curtains. There was a balcony, there was still a hope. I opened the french door and walked out to the edge of the balcony. I looked down and gasped. It was so high, but i had to do this. No other chance. I tried to climb the edge but a firm grip grabbed my hand stopping me. I screamed and looked up to see Mr.Black outraged. I tried to pull away but no luck, his grip even tighter.

"Don't you ever try to run away, Miss Pearce." He glared.

"Let me go !" He ignored me and pulled me inside.

"How long are you going to refuse your meals ?"

This guy had a talent to speak stern and deathly but in a low voice. Even one word came out of his mouth, can made you shrink.