His Desires

Chapter 18: Wonder Woman

Two weeks. Two goddamn weeks since I haven't seen and or heard from Victor and Camille. I wasn't sure how to feel about that. Not hearing from Victor – all well and good, Camille? Couldn't give an ounce of a shit. But the two together away from the safe house? It didn't settle my churning stomach every day that passed. I interrogated everybody every single day and on some of these days it was every hour. Gerald the Cook, the gardeners, Victor's suit clad warriors of body guards, even the chauffeurs and maids. I knew that nobody would give me answers, even if they did know the answers to their whereabouts. Still, I hoped by now that my continuous nuisance would wear thin to someone and give me a fucking answer; did it have to be a story? No. A word or a location would have put me at ease but no one was having it, I was just a fly buzzing around their fucking faces. I loathed feeling this way, I hated being left in the dark. For so long that was where I stayed – where I was placed. To stop the hysteria from building I did everything I could in the estate to keep my mind focused. I painted and did a few sketches in the greenhouse, I worked out in the gym, played cards with Scott even helped him cook, for Christ sake! And I can count on one hand how many times I have chopped a vegetable. I swam laps, played the guitar and wrote songs. The house had endless rooms and activities that I distracted myself with but once the sun went down and my energy buzzed out, I was left with my thoughts and darkness. In two weeks I barely slept a wink and it was wearing me down. I could feel the soreness in my limbs from overexertion and the seams of my mind fraying thin.

Who could actually help me here? I've spotted Marius, Victor's powerful father a few times walking across the lawn and strolling past the kitchen. He never once looked at me or said a word, I was a ghost in his house it seemed. I thought Delilah his wife would have helped but she wasn't around either, in fact I haven't seen her since that day when they all arrived in their SUV's. The day still haunts me when I first saw them all together. A family. Something I never had the pleasure of having. Victor could say anything, he could touch me and fuck me until I forgot my own name but it won't erase the image from my mind. It was eating at me, making me angry and sick with jealously. The old Amalia wouldn't even recognise the girl that saw her reflection now. Her eyes gleamed a wickedness that she never used to have, full of spite and longing. It was the fiery waves that framed her face and flowed down to her chest that made her hate herself even more. I gripped my hair in my hands tugging on the strands.

''This is what I have of her – this fucking hair.'' I spoke to my reflection. ''I don't want to be like her, I don't want to look like her. She isn't my mother why should I share any resemblance?'' An idea popped into my head.

Then don't look like her. I hastily searched the bathroom opening drawers and cabinets but found no scissors. Damn. Maybe I'll just ask somebody. Leaving my bedroom, I stalked down the hallways until I found a maid, her name was Donna or something, I didn't give a shit. She clearly disliked me the first day I arrived. Didn't help that the guy she fawned over was fucking me and not her. It blinded me with rage to think that Victor would have fucked these girls before he met me. Or even having me as some side slut to stick his dick into when the time best suited him.

''You asked me this yesterday and no, I don't know where Miss Camille and Sir have gone. My answer will still be the same tomorrow.'' She sneered at me, practically eyeing me with distaste. I guess my tights and workout bra weren't appealing in her eyes.

''Well Donna it's your lucky day because I'm not asking that question. I wanted to know if you would know a hair salon or a stylist that could cut my hair today. I have a feeling that I can't just leave the property and pop into one, so I assume they will be coming here?''

Surprise flashed over her features but her lips formed a tight line again. ''Very well. We do have a stylist, the very best actually. I will give him a call and let you know when he will arrive.''