Owner's notes. Day 8.
- I'm thinking about getting rid of Keira. I believe she doesn't feel anything towards me and it's slowly killing me inside. My feelings for her are too intense around her and today I paid for it. I can't bear to feel this anymore.
- My mind is made up, I need to get rid of my feelings for her.
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It has been two days since I closed myself in this room. Nobody showed up during this time. I didn't even eat and I was starving! It was clear to me that no one would take care of me, so I had to leave the room. Nobody had locked the door, so I still had some sort of freedom. I was sure Kuro was still mad at me, and I was aware of the mess I made with our last encounter.
I gathered some courage and came out. There was no one in the room with monitors or the kitchen so I headed for the fridge. It was empty. I noticed the door to Kuro's room was ajar. If I didn't want to die of hunger I needed to speak to him so I headed for the doors. I knocked and peeked in. Kuro was lying in clothes on the bed with his feet on the ground. His hand was over his forehead and he was staring absently at the ceiling. It made me sad to see him like that. He didn't react to my presence.
"I'm hungry," I said sadly.
"There is my mobile on the table so order something to yourself," he said. He sounded angry. I couldn't believe my ears. He was letting me on his mobile without his control? I stared at him in disbelief.
"You already have experience with my mobile so where the fuck is the problem?" he asked irritated while looking at me with hatred. I guess he already knew about my visit on facebook. I didn't comment on it. I walked over to the table where the cell phone was resting. I took it and found the restaurant from which he ordered the last time. I chose my meal but before I placed the order, I thought about ordering something also for him. He didn't seem he had eaten recently either, so I checked the last meal he had ordered for himself and I ordered it also. The address field was already filled but it wasn't address. It was more like a code. It didn't make any sense to me.
"Your address?" I asked.
"Leave what is filled in there," he replied.
I confirmed the order and put the mobile back. I watched him for a moment, wondering how to make it alright again but I couldn't think of anything. I knew he wouldn't let me touch him. While I was leaving he gave me another angry look. I didn't wait for anything and left. I also left doors to both rooms ajar.
After about half an hour, I heard Kuro from outside the room. He opened the door to my room and threw a bag of food on the bed. He immediately tried to leave.
"Kuro!" I called, trying to stop him. He really did stop and looked at me with his cold look clearly saying what-the-fuck-you-want.
"I also ordered food for you," I told him. He just stood there staring at me. He was scary. I carefully reached for the bag and took a box from it in which should be his food. I tried to hand it over to him.
"I didn't know what food you like," I said apologetically.
He just kept staring straight into my eyes and didn't move. I didn't know if I did something else wrong. It seemed to me like an eternity but eventually he took the food without a word and left. I eat the food I ordered for myself and finally got rid of my hunger.
Nothing else happened until the evening.
Owner's notes. Day 10.
- I found a new buyer for Keira. He will collect her tonight.
- I let Keira order some food. She had secretly ordered for me too. It's just like a salt in the wound. Part of me wonders if the whole situation with her is not that hopeless and she might cares for me... No. It's too late for that, I have made up my mind, and her new owner will be here soon.
A/N: These Owner's notes are too short so i gave them together with another chapter.
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The day I lost my freedom
RomanceKeira worked hard to reach her dream life. Not long after she got a perfect job and happy life she was kidnapped and sold at auction as a slave. Her life is now in hands of an unknown guy, her new owner. This is translation of my own story that i wr...