We arrived at a place far away from the city. It's almost dark, and finally, I can breathe. I thought he wouldn't let me live while he's driving the car, like he's holding my life with that driving wheel. One wrong turn and I'm all done.
What I'm afraid of is that we're here in this place, and I wonder why he brought me here. Is this his mansion? Is this the place he would kill me? I keep on thinking that he will definitely do that, maybe tonight or tomorrow.
I look at the place while wiping my tears. It's a grand villa; whoever lives in here, sure, they are rich. I heard from my mom before that Monteverde is one of the richest in the country. They have a lot of business from luxury cars, clothes, hotels, malls, and more, so no doubt it's their property. He parked the car in front of the entrance, and there's a wide staircase before getting inside. He quickly went out of the car and opened the door where I'm sitting.
"Get out," that cold voice again. I hold on tight to the seat belt and just look away. Obviously I am too scared to get out of the car; my mind and my body don't want to listen. "Didn't we agree on something that related to an orphanage? It seems like it's not clear enough for you," he reminded me, waiting for me to get out. No words came out of me and not a single move.
"DO YOU WANT ME TO PULL YOU OUT WHILE I BREAK THIS F*CKING CAR?" a warning from him. I was terrified when he said those words firmly. Even though I don't want to, there's nothing I can do but follow what he said. I took off the seat belt and got out of the car. He quickly closes it back and seems like he's about to break this. He grabbed my right hand and pulled me inside the villa. The way he grips my hand seems sort of torture. He does hate me; every action and word from him towards me are showing it.
I look around while he still pulls me. I see a lot of pictures of him together with her mother. What is this? Does he want to remind me of everything? Everything about her mother and him? Making me hate my mother for destroying their family?, sounds irritating.
Another staircase he brought me, but not high enough to get me killed. I don't know how many rooms are there, but he opened the first room I saw. He pushed me hard inside, making me stumble on my feet. "Ah!" as I touched on the floor; it does hurt me. I felt my knees needed help, but I didn't mind it; instead, I quickly turned around to look at him. I stare at him with anger. How could a man do this to a young woman like me? I'm just 22 and he's 26. He should be ashamed of himself for treating a young woman like this.
"What? Don't tell me you're angry that you're on the floor. Blame yourself for being weak." He said it like it's my fault. I want to quickly get up and slap him, but I know it's only in my head. I wouldn't dare.
He took off his tuxedo right in front of me while I'm still on the floor. The way he looks at me makes me think of something unnatural. When I saw him half naked, I hurriedly stood up and straight ahead in the near window. I turned around right away. What was he thinking? What if he wants to torture me more? What am I supposed to do now?
"You're thinking that I might do something to you?" was a sarcastic word from him. I didn't expect that he's already on my back, so I turned around to face him. He moves closer to me. It's just inches between us. I can feel his breath flowing onto me. His scent made my body follow him. It's not that I want to surrender, but the way he stares at me feels like there's no escaping. I look at him in the eye, trying myself to figure out what he is up to. Our eyes met. Every second seems like torture. His slender eyes are making me turn to pieces, and I don't like it.
"Are you expecting me to touch you?" he smirked. He looked at me and took a glance at my chest and said, "I'm not interested" and returned his eyes to mine. I'm not flat; maybe he doesn't like big boobs like mine.
"And don't think about me touching you, because it's not going to happen," he continued. I feel annoyed with what he said. Does he mean that I want him to do the thing to me? This man is really getting on my nerves. Though he got the look and damn his body, I would never surrender everything to him, not unless he forced me to. I know I'm too weak.
I covered my chest with my hands. Thinking he might do crazy things to me. He rolled his eyes and turned around as he walked out of the door. I fell down on my knees. Nervousness came into me. I wanted to cry and wanted to go back home; could that be possible? I wish I could before things get worse.
The night is still long. Will I be able to sleep? This bed I'm lying on feels uncomfortable to me, and I'm getting tired. I want to go to sleep. If this is a nightmare. I hope somebody will wake me up and save me, right here and right now.