Faith

Who's your savior?

Faith's POV

"Coming!" I yelled through the bathroom door as I frantically tried to get dressed.
"Okay ma'am. Sir's in his office." She informed me.

Another meeting with him. I could barely process last night and I have to see him again...already?

The thought of him actually terrifies me sometimes. Because I felt like it wasn't even him. His new persona is confusing.

He acted so cruelly that I was indeed shocked. I still am.

But I can't and won't cry anymore.

Who am I kidding, I spoke to myself as I felt my eyes get watery again. I wish I could be brave as those girls in horror stories and movies. But I'm just not.

I don't want to see him. I just want to live like how I used to. Is too much for a girl to ask?

I washed my face with water one more time. And I put eyeliner and cherry lip balm on.

That's about all the makeup I do.

I was about to exit when I caught a bruise on my cheek. He slapped me hard enough.

But you know what? I'm not covering that. Not with foundation, not with anything. He will see the damage he's done and if he doesn't feel sorry, he's just a terrible human Being.

I'm not ashamed of the mark. Because I didn't cause it so why should I be. I don't believe in it being the victims fault.

I finally stepped out and made my way towards the devils office.
What does he even want to talk about?

I stood outside the door and stared at it for
Several seconds.
Suddenly, I wasn't feeling much brave anymore and I just wanted to get out. I can't. I can't go in.

I just can't!

Right when I turned my back to go back to the room, even though I'll have to hear from him later about not coming in, the door opened.

And the monster stood before me as my breath got heavier.

"I asked for you 15 minutes ago, sweetheart." He said before walking close to me, making me instantly back up a little, surprising him.

What did you expect? I am not comfortable around you, you jerk!

Before, anything else could be said or done, he took my hand and pulled me into his office and locked the door behind us.
"Sit." He spoke in his dark voice.

I sat before him, not uttering a word.
"We have decisions to make, darling." With that, I finally looked up at him. We do? I thought it was always him making all the decisions.

"You're no longer allowed in the kitchen but I still want you to be useful to me." He spoke while checking and flipping through papers from a dark red file.

"You're in charge of things related to me now. Cleaning my room, my office and etc." he spoke as he continued to flip though the pages before stopping and circling something.

I didn't say anything. I just nodded.

"Will you say something, sweetheart. You know very well of what I am capable of." And there he goes again with his stupid threats. What do you want me to say?

"Okay." I muttered. He smirked at me,
"That's it? I didn't expect you to be like- never mind." He said, I looked up at him, confused. What did he mean?