Who does this? Why should the victim be me?
This is another episode of questions I could not answer. There was no use in even asking, but I did.
I got to know Max called and sent a series of messages to my phone. Don't wonder how I knew when I was in a closed room.
I was able to hear from other rooms when I attached my ear to the wall. I could hear whispers and sometimes I heard them very clearly. I don't think they knew about it.
They light just bandage my ears if they knew. I was not expecting any care anymore nor was I expecting any change.
Max was already banging my inbox with messages
Why didn't I come to work?
Why did I lose contact with him?
I wish I could answer.
I really missed being outside. It was just a blunt thought because my fate is at stake here. Escaping was always on my mind. I resisted Jeremy a whole lot of times, but it was a useless act—it never worked talkless of attempting to work.
I always wondered why Cory always acted towards his orders no matter what. Beta too has his say in things, but in this particular case, Cory could not identify the difference between sugar and salt in Jeremy's actions. Everything he did to me was always good.
The maids could have been my second option. No one wanted to be the savior and lose her job. No one could help me or even make an attempt to speak to me.
"Hello ma'am," I said to the maid. She looked at me and turned away.
"Please ma'am, can I get a glass of juice?" I threw out my request. The maid looked at me, looked towards me, and started moving without saying a word.
I have tried having a conversation with maids, but all my attempts were wasted. I kept trying.
"Why wasn't she answering me?" I said to myself.
In a few minutes, she walked swiftly with my cup of juice. I refused it. She stretched it out again.
I still refused it.
"I asked for a glass of juice, c'mon!"
"What's with a golden stainless cup?"
The maid shook her head in negativity and stretched out the cup of Juice to me again. I became perturbed. Doesn't she speak?
" I am talking to you, so talk to me!" I didn't get any answer. The maid just dropped the juice where I could reach and left the frontage.
It was devastating
I wanted to break that glass and use it as an object of defense. I thought I was wise, but they are wiser.
Damn!
The maids executed Jeremy's order like robots. Robots can even speak. They were not allowed to speak to me—dumb robots.
Every day, something new was the task. I noticed after a few days. On the first day, some groups came in to choose the wedding dress. It was designed properly.
To be honest, the gown was beautiful. But my reality made it look ugly. It was not for me, it was not meant to be used now or ever.
The next day, it was shoes. I started counting my days quietly. The shoes were stoned with my favorite color of diamonds. I hated it. I never knew I would hate it.
Each time they are done with a task they place them in the empty wardrobe.
Every night before I go to bed, I stare at those wedding customers. Maybe an idea will pop up at the last minute.
The feeling always sucks. I had nightmares in that room—Night mares that made me sweat.
The next day, a list was sent to me. It was a list of jewelry to pick from. Jeremy was trying his best to execute his dream wedding. I was wishing for an intervention...
My hands started shaking when it was time to pick jewelry. It reminded me of the night before my birthday when I was testing different jewelry.
I felt so bad and disturbed. I struggled to pick one. In the end, I was like a walking dead, at the mercy of Jeremy, Cory, and their maids. I was left with no options.
I always had the escape option on my mind but the blockade was damn bad. They were always there and active. It was so difficult to escape. I was looking so bad, my eyes were swollen from all the crying. I occupied the saddest part of my life. How was I going to marry someone I had no interest in?
There was a waitress in the daytime and as usual Jeremy will visit my room at night. He treats me badly every night.
There was no time in the room. I was basking in fear every single time I remember the day was coming to an end.
Jeremy would come in with his lustful pleasures. He lays them on me every night. It was so exhausting that I was also tired of crying.
When there is power there is influence. I did not understand why the maids, Cory, or whoever kept on acting like they were blind. It still didn't change the fact that I was Assaulted every night.
"Alysa, my luna!" Goosebumps waved in every corner of my body. He was coming to see me again. It wasn't dark. It made me more scared.
"You again…" My voice was faint. I could help it. There was absolutely no need to raise it.
"My beloved Luna," he looked at me while using his hand to caress my back. I felt like I was being brushed. I found no pleasure in anything he attempted to do. The feeling was awful.
I am not your luna.
Those words lingered in my mind. He used his hands to raise my chin while staring into my eyes. I was sure that my thoughts bashed out…it gushed out through my eyes.
He caressed my body. With each movement, I was shaking in fear. He dealt with me badly.
I was weak to my bones. I moaned in pain as his lips pasted their print on my skin.
He was harder this time. He used his hands and pulled me by the back. My back immediately became sore after his hands were taken off.
I wanted to overpower him. This is me who has had sleepless nights, no food, and sometimes water. I struggled with him when he started bringing on new styles and forms of ill-treatment.
I did not have a backup plan.
"Stop struggling with me, you woman!" Jeremy said while putting more force.
He sat on me while putting in more force.
"Get off me, Jeremy" I shouted.
"I'm not your Mistress, stop––" I wailed in pain.
I made sure I screamed louder. It felt like I was going to die.
Suddenly, Jeremy poured so much powder into my mouth. He covered his nose. It was everywhere on my face. I was losing it.
After some minutes of the struggle, it felt like I got my face buried in the clouds. When everywhere was clear, Jeremy's face wasn't clear. I was weak. I was taking deep breaths to sustain myself while he was having his way with me.
Tales of a helpless girl…
He left me. I was helplessly lying down in pity. I was making moaning sounds. He walked out of the room.
I felt like I was on the verge of collapse.