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"What will it take for me to be the only thing on your mind?" He asked, tentatively pacing... slowly, dominantly up to me with a face full of unrecognizable emotion and his eyes deeply concentrating on mine.
Not much, I thou...
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"No, it's in the third drawer to the left."
Silence
"He said it would be a small envelope with patterns"
Silence
"Just look, would you! I'm hanging up now"
I opened my eyes and skimmed the room.
The ceiling, that I hadn't noticed the very first time I was here was black with what I believed was a solar system of stars and planets drawn into it. I gazed in awe.
He cleared his throat," I'll have a bath ready for you in a second. Don't worry, I'll leave the room so you can change in peace"
I didn't argue but did as I as told. I was dreadfully sure I was stinking by now and regretted that fact.
After the bath , I changed into some dress I found in the wardrobe and knocked on the door.
A second or two later, I heard one back and moved from the door before he entered.
"I'm hungry"
He nodded and took me downstairs to eat. We spoke not a single word to each other and I simply devoured my food.
When we were done I eagerly spoke , but with despondence.
"Now what? Do you kill me? Want a child? Sell me or trad-"
"None of that. Now, you just live, as my wife"
Was his answer as he stood to leave.
"However, please refrain from insinuating that I work in the business of trafficking. It's repulsive "
He stated before leaving for , what I gathered , would be the car so he could leave for work or something.
I huffed. What now?
For the rest of the day, I gave myself a tour of the house and planned to find my own way to the room when I heard a voice booming behind me.
"Please! Don't wander off like that! I couldn't find you on any of the camera's footages"
"Excuse me?"
Instead of replying, he stormed towards me and , without warning, tugged at my arm to direct me to the room.
"I can't lose you"
Those words stung. Not particularly in a painful way, but one of some type of realization.
He really wouldn't hurt me.
He took me back to eat dinner then directed me to the room. Now I had to find a way to avoid sleeping with him in the same bed. I peaked at him and he looked back. Immediately I opened my mouth to speak but was beat to it.
"I'll sleep on the couch."
Then he plopped himself down and searched for something with vigour before locating his laptop and taking it to work.
I walked to the bed, opened the sheets and got in. I planned to sleep all night, without interrupting him but, unfortunately, my body had other plans.
I tossed and turned, croaking in pain and huffing about my situation. A figure loomed over the bed, and gently shook me.
I opened my one eye to look at him before shutting it again when my stomach did as backflip and my hands flew to it.
"Can you walk?"
I shook my head and his hands found my legs and back and up I went. My arms then instinctively latched onto his neck and he took me to his sick room. The one I'd been in a little while back.
He laid me on the bed and got to work. He found medication, water and some pouch. He gave the first two to me and I drank eagerly.
"You starved yourself, so of course when you try to eat, your body rejects the food for you"
He said as he opened the beige pouch like thing.
"Um, I need to uh place this on your stomach. It's like a hot water bottle but stays with you."
I stared at him for a second, unable to comprehend what I was supposed to do when it struck me. I was wearing a dress so I'd need to lift it, expose my underwear and have him place it for me. Just as I was about to protest and take it to do it myself, my back joined in on the pain.
Perfect.
I groaned and shut my eyes forcefully.
Next thing I knew, soft hands were traveling up to my stomach underneath my dress. Instinctively, I twitched, seeing as I'd never been touched . In any way by a man. He must have felt the twitching cause he stopped and looked at me. Immediately, he looked away and continued with his journey. Soon enough he placed the pouch on my stomach then had to smooth it out. I squirmed as bit and curled my legs upwards then heard a harsh sigh.
I opened my eyes to see him. Had I hurt him or something? Why was he breathing heavily? I stared at his face as he seemed to lose composure and keep his hands on my waist area.
Next thing I knew he had unhanded me swiftly and was heading out.
I would have yelled and told him I needed help walking back but I didn't. Instead, I lifted my back of the bed and placed my legs on the ground then lifted myself up with a struggle.
Just as I was about to walk off, he walked back in and , this time, instead of carrying me bridal style, he placed both his hands on the underside of my thighs and lifted me off the ground. Without explanation, he took me back to the room.
Upon reaching the bed, he knelt down and placed me on the bed before looking up at me. It felt weird, not unpleasant though. Just more intimate than before.
Our eyes locked and I couldn't help but continue to stare into them. He then moved closer to the bed, grabbing me mid thigh and pulling me closer using me as support to stand a little till his face was directly facing mine .
"Try not to get sick too many times. I won't be able to just help you next time"
He whispered before standing and leaving me there, stunned. What was that supposed to mean?
