Rampage✔

Chapter 8: Eat the egg

After settling the pan on the stove, I took an egg and cracked it on the pan. When the egg started to sizzle in the oil, I added a pinch of salt and black paper and fried the egg. This way, I fried two eggs, toasted some breads and added butter on them, blended some orange with salt, black paper and sugar and made orange juice, boiled same Noddles and fried them with spices, chopped onions,garlic,cucumber,some prawns and garnished them with coriander leaves. Sighing in relief, I secretly smiled at my work and took the dishes to the grand hall where Travis sat in the dining area. The hall was lavish, luxurious and pretty. A golden chandelier was hanging just above the dining table. The table was designed for twenty or more people. I served the food in front of him. He was using his phone but when I served the dishes, he looked at them and kept his phone aside. His hands were settled over the table in a cross shape. His fingers were continuously tapping over the table and his eyes were plastered on his meal. My patience was ticking off as I was hungry,cold and sleepy. When his inspecting was over, he took the toasted bread and took a bite.

"Too much butter." His comment vibrated in my ear. Shaking my head at his word, I dismissed myself from him. As I turned back to return to the kitchen, his words prevented me from returning.

"Did I tell you to go away? You can't go unless I'm finished."

He placed the bread into an empty bowl and shoved it away.

Just a few more minutes.

His Majesty the took the noodles and twirled them in the fork. Afterwards, examining the fork for a moment, my dear king took it in his mouth. Chewing it slowly , he gave his second comment.

"Too much spices and oil, which is bad for health. Who makes noodles in breakfast? Of course you. That's why you are so weak and good for nothing. Why are you alive yet? You should have died long time ago after eating this kind of junk. Oh, I remember, God saved you so I can take a good care of you." His lips turned into a mocking smile.

My inner self was fuming at his confrontations. First of all he insulted the food I made and now, he's insulting me. That shit loaded jerk! After disposing the second dish, he looked at the last dish I made, The FRIED EGG. His gaze squinted as if it was a piece of shit. But I bet that, the fried egg is cold by now. One of his hand shot up and he took the ceramic plate where the egg was placed. With a silvery shining fork, he lifted the egg in the air. His one brow shot up when he agreed with the fact that the egg was stiff as a board.

"You serve this kind of food to the owner of the house? How pathetic!" He dramatically explicated.

This asshole is acting as if he is the master and I'm his low life slave. Then suddenly he threw the egg in the air and it fell in the ground in a slow motion. My eyes widen as the piece of dish crushed on the the earth.

"It's not my food to eat. It's for wretched people like you. So, you eat it."

"Huh, sorry?" I asked him with a confused mind. Maybe, I heard him wrong or maybe it's just my imagination.

"Eat it." He said as if it was usual eat something which was sprawled on the floor. I squinted my brows together. Is he out of his mind or something?

"What?" With an angry feeling I asked him the same question again. The chair screeched as he stood up. He strode forward me and stood in front of me.

"Are you gonna do it or not?"

"No! I'm not gonna -......." His hand grabbed my hair tightly and dragged me closer. But this time, I'm not gonna scream. Let me see what he can do.

"Listen and listen for good. If you don't do what I say then I won't pay you. And if I don't pay you then I'll kick you out of the house and those maids won't get paid too and you will be responsible for their misery. So, do it. Understood?"His dark voice boomed in the air.

What can I do now? How will I get out from this situation? I'm totally stuck here. I can't leave the house. I don't have any money, friends or family here and if I manage to get out of the house, he won't pay the maids and this way they will loose their job because of me.

Tears blurred my eyes as I looked down. His hand left my hair and touched my chin. His fingers held my chin and lifted my face slowly though eyes were settled downwards. These tears were never meant to fall but instead of tears something else fell down from my face . This happened when he poured the whole orange juice on my head. I never saw this coming. It was sticky and thick. I shirked when the sticky substance decanted on me. The juice was was sticking all over my body and soaked my hair and dress.

His hand was still on my chin and it tightened when I tried to get away from his hold.

"I told you to listen to me or else you'll get punishment. Now do it or I have way more better things to do with you."

I was shaking from anger and helplessness. I wish I could hit him or go against him. But I was powerless. I left my pride aside and went for the unwanted food. Sighing inaudibly, I stepped away from him and made my way towards my task. Bending on my knees, I picked up the egg.

"No, no hands. Pick it up with your mouth."

My eyes widened at his command.

"Pick it, you've come this far so complete the rest. It's not like your not in front of public. Just take the poach with your mouth."

Lowering my body towards the left out food, I let my head fall down.

Just one last time and I'm over with your games.

My body was just above the fried dish and I was about to pick to with my mouth but his leg right shot up and settled on my back. I tried to move from his grasp but his weight kept me in place.

"Now eat it."

As I again tried to get up, I failed again. He pushed his weight harder so that my nose was touching the disregarded food.

"Be my pet and eat it like a good girl."

Whimpering helplessly, I tried to calm myself. I had no other option but to eat the scattered food that was lying on the floor. As I tried took a bite from the edge of the egg, I swallowed immediately whatever I have taken. At last I was successful at what he demanded.

But again, his voice rang into my ear.

"Eat the whole dish. Don't waste food. It's a bad habit." I could sense the mock that was lacing in his words.

I couldn't use my hands to jerk him away because his foot was exactly placed against my crossed hands. Tears were continuously dropping from my lids.

I never imagined that someday I have to pretend like a dog and eat food from floors all because I had no money and I was stuck with a jackass, a bastard. I'd better live in the street and die.

So,

Should I eat it?..........

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