Jamaica

Chapter Twenty-two

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"Master!?" I yelled as I took the stairs in twos. I had heard doors slamming followed by a loud thump and it caused both fear and excitement to curse through my veins. It had been two days since the reconciliation between my master and I but he had been out for the majority of that time and I rarely saw him. I wouldn't admit it at the time but his arrival made me slightly giddy for some reason. Perhaps it was the company or the attention that I had missed because I sure as hell didn't like him enough to miss him.
I froze as soon as I turned the corner, the urge to turn around and get out of there was as strong as ever. Master stood in the foyer, chest heaving, eyes bleeding, a dead man at his feet. I covered my mouth with a shaky palm and shut my eyes tight.
"Oh, God..." I whispered as I turned my head away from the gory scene.
"Jamaica..." He whispered.
Tears rimmed my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to move - get out of there before he killed me too.
"Wh...why?" I nearly choked as I basically sobbed the words out.
Master said nothing in return. Just looked at me with this pained expression on his face. It was the same look he gave me after he killed Amelia, a somewhat panicky expression. Like a dear caught in headlights or a slave caught attempting an escape.
The air between us grew thick, like blood. A metallic smell stifled us, so pungent, it was, that I could almost taste it's bitterness in the air.
Electric blue eyes rimmed scarlet bore holes through me, studying me as if I were the murderer that he needed to be cautious of.
I took a small step back, as I tried my hardest not too look down at the deceased man.
"Jamaica..." He whispered again, as if it were a prayer. The letters rolled off his tongue so smoothly, so innocently that such hypocrisy must have been a sin.
"Why?" I asked again. More surely, less shakily.
"Because its who I am!" He yelled, rage boiling over.
"What did he do to you to deserve this?" I furiously wiped away my tears and stood straighter.
"Why don't you ask him?" He was growing more and more agitated, being around him meant I was walking on egg shells.
"Who was he?" I pushed on as I gathered all the courage I could possibly muster and averted my gaze to finally look at the man. He looked like he was in his late twenties, like my master. He had a bald head and dark skin that had turned into a sickly grey. His white shirt was stained crimson and torn in some places and the skin on his neck was mangled and chunky - unrecognisable as flesh and skin - like the dead girl master put me with in the basement about 8 months ago. I tore my eyes away and fixed my gaze on my master.
"Who was he?" I asked again, more insistently this time.
"Doesn't matter. He's dead now." Master whispered more to himself.
Master looked at his bloodied hands and then looked at the man on the carpeted floor before he looked at me again.
"I'm going to shower." Master mumbled.
"But what about this?" I pointed my finger in the general direction of the corpse. I was never able to stomach the idea of covering up a murder. Even my previous masters knew this, they still made me clean up the blood anyways though, regardless of how many times I threw up the little food I had consumed.
"Evelyn will do it." He said as he brushed past me.
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Master had been in the shower for almost an hour and I was beginning to feel concerned. I couldn't help but feel like he was also a victim in this one instance, he was cursed after all... I could only imagine how he felt, he seemed to have had a close relationship with the man he just killed and I bet he didn't know how to handle the guilt. I found myself standing outside his grand, mahogany door, contemplating whether to go in or not for the third time that day.
I took several deep breaths and slowly turned the handle after I knocked three times. The room was exactly how I had left it that morning except now, the sound of water in the shower filled out the silence. I walked towards his bathroom and stopped on front of the ajar door.
"Master?" I called out over the noise. He didn't reply so I called out again, louder. Still no answer. Panic spiked from the bottom of my chest as I imagined all the worst possible explanations for his silence. If he was dead, I'd have to go back to the auction house. I could not - would not go back there. Ever. I suddenly shoved the door open without thinking things through or even knocking for that matter.
Master was sitting on the tiled floor of his spacious shower, fully clothed and completely still. He hugged his knees as he stared at the wall. He was soaked to the bone and the water seemed to be freezing cold but he didn't seem to mind that or the fact that I had just unceremoniously invaded his privacy.
"Master?" I called out again.
He didn't even flinch. Sighing heavily, I walked towards him and closed the tap. Only then did I get his attention. Wild, electric blue eyes watched my every move.
"Its cold." I said after clearing my throat to kill the silence.
"I know." He said, it was weird to see such lack of emotion in his demeanour after so long. He only looked like this when I first met him. "Leave." He said before resting his head between his knees. It was even weirder to see a man of his size hunched over and folded like that. It just didn't look right.
"I will... When you're warm and dry." I tested the waters.
Master scoffed but didn't oppose my attempts to stay and help.
"Let's go..." I said as I gripped onto his cold wrist and tugged.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch me." He warned, grinding his teeth.
"Its cold." I said again, still tugging. "Its even snowing outside, y'know..." I continued.
He ticked his jaw in annoyance.
"Piss off." He said as he looked up to glare at me.
"Let's go." I repeated despite the possibility of pushing him too far and then ending up like the guy downstairs.
He glared at me even harder if that was even a thing.
"Fine... Then I'll sit here too." I grumbled as I sat down beside him and cringed at the sensation of the freezing cold, wet floor on my butt and feet. The icy water seeped through my hoodie, leggings, socks and even underwear. I sucked it up, sat in the same way he did and turned my head so that I'd be watching him. He just had to be stubborn on a day like today of all days.
We hadn't been sitting like that for long when master abruptly stood up.
"Where are you going, master?" I asked. He ignored me and walked out of the bathroom, clothes dripping as he did. I stood up and then followed him into his room.
"Are you okay?" I asked as he grabbed a clean towel. Navy blue was definitely his colour.
Master scoffed again.
"That's not fair. You begged me to help you and now you're pushing me away. What about fulfilling your fathers wish? Its not nice to give someone hope and then crush it." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I raised your hopes?" He finally spoke.
"I'm talking about the king's hopes for you."
"Right... You're going to guilt trip me."
"That's not... I'm just stating facts."
"You don't even understand. Do you, Jamaica?"
"I'm trying."
Master scoffed before taking off his wet T-shirt causing me to blush at the sight of his naked, tattoo free skin. I gasped and shut my eyes tight.
"You need to explained it - whatever it may be to me - so I can understand."
Master groaned before I heard him fumbling with his belt buckle. My face flushed and then turned around so that my back was facing him.
"I should go outside..." I mumbled as I opened my eyes.
"No, no. You stay. Distract me a bit." Master said before I could even take a step to leave.
"You're naked."
"No, I'm not."
I soon felt him right behind me, his cool breath against my exposed neck gave me goose bumps.
"I'm wet." I said suddenly. Master swore under his breath and turned me around to face him and then fisted the curls at the back of my head. He began to lean in and I began to panic that he had misunderstood what I meant. His cold fingers felt so uncomfortable but I didn't feel as bothered as I should have been. I knew it was largely down to the attraction I felt for him but again, I would never admit that. StaringI couldn't help but enjoy the way his Adams apple bobbed when he swallowed.
"I... I meant my clothes." I mumbled awkwardly.
"Right..." He sighed as he pulled away. His cheeks were stained red and he looked away to hide it. My eyes followed his strong hand as he lifted it to nervously scratch the back of his neck.
"I should go..." I said as I took a step back and left the room to change my wet clothes.
It took me a total of twenty minutes to change into yet another hideous pair of leggings and a black hoodie and calm my raging hormones. Why did he try to kiss me? Was he trying to kiss me? Does that mean he was serious when he kept going on about sleeping with me? Oh my...
After taking several deep breaths, I left my room to go talk to master.
"Hi..." I said as I entered the TV room.
"Hi." Master looked away from the TV screen to look at me before turning it off and coming to stand in front of me. "About what happened earlier..." A lot had happened earlier. "I'm sorry you had to see that... All the blood and shit..." Right.
"I understand." I said as I fumbled with the ropes on the hoodie.
An awkward silence followed. Master scratched behind his neck again.
"Were you going to kiss me?" I questioned with my eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, I was."
"W-why?" I could not believe how readily he admitted his intentions.
"Because you said you were horny." How could someone maintain such an innocent looking facial expression while he said the most not innocent things?!
"No, I didn't." The defensive tone in my voice could not be missed.
"You said you were wet for me."
I blushed furiously at his words and was momentarily speechless so I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.
"That is not what I said." I finally said after I stood straighter and squared my shoulders. Master then did the unexpected and smiled at me - a goofy, mischievous grin, it was. I scowled at him and silently wished I could smack it right off his stupid face.
"Its not funny, master." I grumbled before storming out of there. So much for decent conversation. What a douche bag. I huffed when I heard him calling after me but stopped none the less.
"Hey, it was a joke." He said as he approached me, held onto my wrist and pulled me towards him causing me to loose balance and stumble into his arms. Fantastic!
"Master-"
He silenced me by fisting my loose curls and bringing his soft, sweet lips to mine. He did it almost too roughly at first and then noticed that I was extremely tense so he loosened his grip on my wild hair and slowed down his assault. I tried to pry him off me at first but then gave up when I realised that he was not going to let go. I sighed as his still cold hands slowly roamed and occasionally gripped my waist and backside whenever I whimpered. He then brought his hands underneath the hoodie where I was completely naked and groaned at his discovery.
"Fuck." He swore lowly while I shivered under his cool touch. I knew that if he continued his attack on my sanity for just a little bit longer then he would have been able to get me to do almost anything for him but for some reason, I could not bring myself to stop him. "Just a little bit longer..." I kept telling myself. Master slapped my ass cheek and seized the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth when I gasped. "Just a little bit longer... Just a little-" Master suddenly thrust his hips against mine and I guess the realisation that his pelvis was right against mine was enough to knock some sense into me.
"That's enough." I pulled away.
Master sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry, that wasn't meant to happen."
"You're right." I agreed while I tried to catch my breath.