In The Name Of Trouble

Chapter 65

"Master expects you to wear this." A maid came in and gave her a dress. A net dress which could clearly expose her skin.

She was given a room, a majestic room. Pink walls and pink curtains and a soft pink bed. Cash hated the color but said nothing. She hasn't said anything or came out of the room since last night. Larson never came to her room either.

Cash always wanted a fatherly figure but not a monster like him. She knows what she looks like to his eyes. A toy who could withstand anything thrown at it.

"Master expects you in five minutes sharp." Even the maids were like him but she bet that most of them only accepted the job to be around him often. Whores, Cash thought, they're all whores.

Cash got up and changed to her black net dress. She looked at herself in the mirror. The dress barely reached her knees. She tried pulling it down to cover her up but it wouldn't budge. She could feel the breeze on her skin, a proof that the dress wasn't doing its job well.

A maid accompanied her to the dining. This place was huge. As they were walking, Cash tried to remember the route. She's going to escape. This is not where she's going to be.

The table was very long. It occupied the entire room and it was a large room. A long white table with all kinds of food and desserts which could satisfy the hunger of a whole city was right before her eyes. At the end of the table was Larson wearing a coat but no tie. He smiled at her and eyed her top to bottom. Cash started feeling a lot self conscious than she's felt her entire life altogether. She decided to sit on the other edge, as far from him as possible.

"Not there." He called out as she pulled a chair "Come here." He motioned to the chair next to him. Cash smiled at him and did so. She avoided eye contact and looked at the food with a smile on her face. Food!!!

She immediatly started piling her plate with pancakes and only stopped when Larson cleared his throat.

"You will eat like a lady. Is that clear baby? And you look beautiful by the way."

Cash just ate. Larson cleared his throat again which made her look up at him.

"Drink hot water, it'll cure immediatly." Or burn your throat.

"When someone compliments you, you should thank them." There was a bit of a stern tone in his voice

"Ok. Who complimented me?" She stuffed her face with pancakes. They were by far the best she tasted. Sad that the taste wasn't staying on her mouth because of the devil.

"I did."

"Oh well. Thanks to you."

"Welcome." He snapped "From now on you will address me as father. And I need respect and no attitude."

"You faked my signature." She dropped her fork on the plate. "You knew I would never agree to this, then.... Why?" She looked at him

"Baby, no, no, no. I love you ok. I know that you hate me. But give me a chance ok?"

"You nearly raped me yesterday!!!!" She got up with such force and her chair fell down. Larson got up with equal vigour. "Cash. Sit. Down."

"No. You're not my father!!!" She attacked him with a cutlery knife. There was a gasp from the two maids that stood there, they ran out. Larson defended himslef but got a cut on his forearm. He hissed as blood came out of the wound.

"Cash stop it!!!" She made another cut on his face which nearly slashed his eye out.

The door bursted open and in came the guards. They surrounded Cash and the rest helped Larson but he just waved them off.

"Back off!!!" Cash kept swinging her knife in a dangerous manner that none of the guards could get close to her.

One of them managed to tase her. Her body shook and she fell to the floor paralyzed. Larson knelt to the floor and punched her right on the nose.

"You're dead Cash."

He told the guards to carry her and follow him. Cash saw it all but could do nothing. She couldn't feel her body. She felt numb. She could see the guards opening a door and they carried her in.

"Throw her there." He pointed at a single sofa. The guards dropped her there and left at Larson's command.  

Larson made his way to Cash. He sat down to level with her. Cash looked at his face, the gash on his arm and near his eye made him look scarier than he is.

"Now do you know what you did?" He started on a calm note "DO YOU!?! YOU NEARLY KILLED ME!!!!"

"But failed to do so." The numbness had vanished. Larson hit her hard again. The purple color was bold on her pale skin.

"I see that after all this, that sass is still with you."

"It never left." She looked at him straight in the eye.

"That's because we haven't started." He sat in front of her with each hand on the edges of the couch and smirked