Misery

Chapter 7

I woke up to the second day to the long imprisonment of this house, and I knew that I had to endure it. Even opening my eyes to a new room made this experience more real. I didn't have a real home. I was missing to my father; the only person who would even value me missing. I missed him, even though he was always away from home for business deals... but I missed someone who actually loved me. Now I had no one. I would've much rather stayed in this bed and never move... maybe then he'd let me go home, but that wouldn't get me anywhere. I had to act accordingly and maybe he'd let me go. I sighed as I finally pulled the covers off of me, my eyes going directly to the camera on the ceiling over my bed.

"Good morning." I muttered, and then walked silently to my closet. I couldn't let the Master watch me change, so I shut the door behind me as I grabbed a simple pair of jeans and a fitted white shirt. I didn't really want to impress Harry, not after last night. Not after his eyes on me like that. I couldn't get his smirk out of my memory, or the way his hand touched my cheek and for a moment... I really did think he was being gentle, even though it disappeared just as quickly. I didn't want to live this life; a life of questions unanswered. I knew I had to find Zayn again... he had to help me figure out who sold me. He knew more about this than he let on. Once I figure that, then I am getting out by whatever means necessary.

Once I was dressed and still barefoot, I walked to the intercom, pressing the button for Hans. Hopefully hearing a humble voice this morning may ease me a little.

"Yes, Miss?" he asked, his rusty accent coming through clearly.

"Good morning, Hans." I said politely, making him give a small chuckle.

"Good morning, Miss. Are you ready for breakfast? The Master allowed you to have it with the staff."

The staff... this was perfect. I was thinking that I would've had to track Zayn down somehow but seeing him at breakfast should be easy enough. If I couldn't get him alone like last night, I would just try to get some words out of him.

"That's fine. Can you unlock my door, please?" I asked, hearing the intercom go offline, so he must've walked away to my room. Once he left, I kept going over and over in my head on what I would ask Zayn... or what if he doesn't talk to me at all? I had no idea if Harry made Zayn stay away, but either way, I wanted to see him again. I needed as many kind people as I could muster.

Finally, the door unlocked, and I walked to the door to see Hans on the other side. He gave a warm smile to me, and I knew I needed as many of those as possible or I'd possibly go insane from my own confusion.

"I don't need to escort you back to the dining room, you remember." He smiled kindly. I nodded before he continued. "Usually the staff eats and then goes to work." I knew I wasn't apart of staff, according to Zayn, Harry 'needed me for something'? What could he possibly need me for? What purpose would I suit?

"So what do I do?" I ask, confused still.

He took a second before nodding. "Well... I will let you know when you're finished. I'm not at liberty to say." He stood with his hands behind his back, with the same suit as yesterday steamed and ironed to perfection. Even for being Harry's family, I pitied Hans too much for enduring someone like Harry.

I gave a small smile at the corner of my mouth before looking at him in the eye. "I really... do appreciate you being kind to me. With someone like him here... it's nice to have a kind face."

He took one of my hands in his, his white hand gloves soft as he looked at me. "Miss Eden, I know the Master fairly well, and I know that in time... things can change. He likes the superiority, and that's what he wants you and everyone else to see. He really isn't someone to fear."