Glamour's POV,
I looked longingly at the oven as I could already perceive the sweet flavoured smell of the meat, and my mouth began to salivate at the thought of tasting it. Like who on earth doesn't like a good grilled steak, I thought and watched as Mr. husband opened the oven to bring out the readied meat.
It looked so drool-worthy with a crispy looking colour and I bet it would taste even better. But then one thought occurred to me...
'Would he let me eat from it?'
After that thought occurred to me, I couldn't help but also think of the fact that he could actually be heartless enough to eat the meat all by himself. That made me stick out my bottom lip and narrowed my eyebrow, unsure of how I'm going to react if he does that.
I looked at the meat, then at him and he had lips set in a tin straight line as he watched the meat disapprovingly.
I raised an eyebrow even though he wasn't looking at me. I couldn't understand why he would frown at the beautiful sight in front of him.
'He better not be thinking about throwing that away.' I thought sceptically.
I was about to ask him if he was not going to eat that, so I could eat it all by myself, but my stubborn prideful self would not let the words out of my mouth.
I got up and was about to leave, not wanting to ask for it, and also, I couldn't sit back and watch him eat it alone.
However, before I could leave, he puts the tray of food in front of me and said,
"You can have it if you want," in a flat voice and then left the kitchen leaving me behind with a tray of grilled steak.
Why did he go through all the trouble to grill it if he wasn't going to eat, I thought to myself and went to grab a fork and knife so I could taste it to see if it tastes as good as it looks.
I didn't bother about the fact that he didn't put it on a plate before handing it to me as all I cared about was the steak and not how it was presented, well at least at this moment.
I also didn't bother to put it on a plate. The first cut I made was small, so I put it in my mouth and gave it a small first bite, and my eyes widened at the savoury goodness that I have just tasted, and I instantly increased the pace at which I chewed and reach for another bite.
It tasted even better than a steak from a 5star restaurant, I couldn't help the way my lips spread across my face at the fact that I could eat this whole savoury goodness all by myself.
"What if it's poisoned," a voice in my head said...
"Nah it's not, he wouldn't go through all the trouble, of forcing me to marry him just for him to kill me after a few days," I said to myself trying to ward off the ridiculous thought, but the voice just won't shut up.
"What if the poison isn't meant to kill you, but only to get you drugged so he could have his way," the voice suggested again, and I felt cold shivers run down my entire silhouette.
Now I couldn't even eat the remaining meat I went to the sink and tried to gag out the ones I've ingested before the drugs kick in, I stuck my hand into my throat and tried to force them out, but they were coming out.
I could feel my heartbeat soaring inside my chest, my breathing becoming uneven, I opened my mouth and try to inhale large gulps of air, but it's like something was blocking my windpipe, making it hard for me to breathe...
'Oh no, the drugs must be kicking in, how could I have been so stupid enough to trust the meal he made to be completely free of poison,' I fretted and my feet could no longer hold me up.
Is this how I'm going to end up? I asked myself as I crouched on the floor of the kitchen trying to inhale and exhale, but I couldn't not even after coughing a few times. I felt my eyes trying to close, while an all too familiar darkness threatened to take over, enveloping me in its world, I tried to force my eyes to stay open while hitting my fist on my chest.
My hands were beginning to lose their strength, and I could no longer stay in a crouched position. I was completely sprawled on the floor now, and just before my eyes closed, I saw the feet of the evil-doer as he walked in. I couldn't see his face from where I lay but I imagined him having a large grin plastered on his face before I slipped off into oblivion.
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The sound of muffled voices was what woke me up but when I tried to open my eyes I was forced to shut the back tightly, due to the brightness of the light in the room. I didn't try to open them back immediately, I tried to listen to the muffled voices and understand what was going on before trying to open them again.
"When do you think she'll wake up?" I heard an all too familiar voice ask.
'Wait is that mom's voice,' I asked in my head confused, how is she here what exactly happened, I asked again, trying to remember the previous events.
I tried to open my eyes again but this time around I did it slowly and when they were finally opened, I looked around me slowly and found that I was lying on a bed in a completely different environment. The walls were a pale white just like the ceilings and it gave off a kind of hospital vibe.
The last thing I remembered was passing out after eating that drugged steak that Mr Husband had prepared, but that still doesn't answer my questions about what exactly happened and why mom was here...
I was still not done processing what's going on when mom came rushing to my sides.
"Oh my God Baby you scared us to death, are you okay?" mom screeched while touching my forehead to check my temperature.
"Yeah," was all I could manage, and my head became filled with thoughts about the scenario that could have happened that lead me to be here...
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hey, guys where do you think Glamour woke up? what do you think happened to her after the blackout?....