"Oh, My Lord! What should I do?" Anxiety now haunts. I hugged the body with both hands and lowered my eyes. Shame, fear that I feel right now.
However, it was different with Nevelas. His hand reached for the shower and then gently splashed my body. Sometimes he rubs my skin. I was still pulling my body away when he touched it.
"Don't be afraid! I won't hurt you!" he said in an even tone.
"I'm afraid you'll touch me before you legally become a husband!" kilahku answered all the strangeness that i felt. Then I guessed, maybe he's always doing it with other girls! It is possible that the rooms in the row are his wife's rooms. Ugh, I shudder to think about it.
"Why?" asked Nevelas briefly.
"I don't know, sir. Why do you confuse me even more. Sometimes you are like a savior, but after that you turn into a demon!"
Hearing my words, he doesn't seem to care. He didn't say a word. His hands continued to clean my hair with shampoo that he took in place of the long shelf that hung on the edge of the bathtub.
"Clean yourself up! I'll be waiting for you outside. Please don't be long!" he ordered while leaving a trail of hair that still left the shampoo scented with the scent of orchids.
I just stared at his back which had changed into black pajamas made of satin. To be honest, I was blown away by his behavior. However, I still have to be wary of him.
After cleansing and drying the body. I grabbed the paper bag he gave me. I'm wide-eyed as I stare at the sexy nightwear. I'm ashamed to wear it myself. Smooth material like made of silk, but so dreamy coupled with a striking red color. If I get a chance to ask, I just want to wear a covered pajama shirt with a Teddy bear picture on it.
I have no other choice but to wear it. Oh, my God what is this dress? Almost every detail shows the curves of the body and the skin is still visible. I took the initiative to cover it with a hanging kimono towel. I grabbed it and put it on.
After I opened the door, Nevelas was sitting on the sofa with his legs stretched out.
"Already?" he asked shortly.
I nodded in response.
"Why are you wearing a kimono? Didn't I give you a nightgown earlier?" he said, frowning.
I just lowered my head, no strength to answer. Embarrassment began to surround me who couldn't bear to say that the clothes I was wearing would invite her desire.
"Open!" he ordered in a high pitched voice.
"No sir. I will not open it before your eyes!" I flatly refused. So insincere myself, I have to show my body.
Steps closer to me. The more he walked, the more my body trembled. As if this leg, there is no strength to run away from it. Just a few steps, now his burly body is in front of my eyes. His height covered my short body among Americans. My height decreased in my mother who has Asian blood. Indeed, my mother is from an Indonesian family, while my father is from America.
He slowly pulled the rope around my waist and now the kimono was open. Showing part of my body.
"This is more pleasing to the eye!" he said as he removed the kimono towel that was covering my body.
His hand pulled me to sit on the bed. "Sit down!" his orders. I followed and sat beside him.
His hand touched my skin then slowly applied the ointment to each wound. Then he put his lips on my shoulder.
"Don't be afraid! Even though your clothes invite my male desire. I won't touch you," he said as he gently rubbed my exposed back.
"I'm sorry, Mr Nevelas!"
"Sorry for what? Sorry for not being able to serve me!" His eyebrows rose.
When I saw his behavior, I spontaneously pursed my lips. And what happened? His eyes were so sharp looking at me furiously. The hand that had been friendly to me now gripped my shoulder roughly. Then threw me on the bed. My body started to feel very scared. "Did I reawaken the psychopathic soul?" I can only say and ask myself.
"Don't be like a child! I really don't like seeing spoiled women! UNDERSTAND!" Nevelas snapped at me who was still stupefied.
The sound of his breath was felt above his nose. He deliberately spoke in front of his face, our noses were pressed against each other. I wanted to push him away, or throw him out of the room. But again, I couldn't lift him up. Never mind throwing it. Just let go of his grip I can not.
"Why? Already giving up and getting scared?" he asked again.
I just shook my head. I didn't want to give up in front of him. My hate for men has peaked again. I stared at him sharply, hoping all my hateful messages were conveyed.
For the third time he slapped the cheek, it was so hot. However, I didn't turn my hateful gaze towards him. I'm getting more and more challenged trying to make him angry. I just want to know to what extent he would have the heart to treat the girl who would become his wife. I'd rather die now because of his torture than I have to suffer the same fate as my mother who always cries after papa tortures her. My soul is more turbulent when it looks like his hand is about to land another blow. He slapped me again, this time harder, leaving a little blood on the corner of my lips.
"Already given up, Miss!" .
"Ha ha ha ha!" I answered with a laugh full of ridicule. "I won't give in to bad boys like you! Kill me, kill me! If that's what you want!" I screamed so loud. I don't know if my shouting will disturb the people in the mansion. I do not care anymore.
However, all I saw was he was smiling. "Wow! You're getting more and more challenging, Miss. This is the first time I've met an insane girl!" His body drew closer. He quickly kissed my lips roughly and left a small bite.
"Master, let go! I don't like it!" I shouted as I pushed his body as hard as I could.
"I won't let you go, honey! You will forever be a prisoner of Nevelas Vernon, Tatiana Fredicson!" His baritone grew firmer. Then his hand caressed my cheek which was still red from the slap and then slowly wiped the blood that was still flowing at the edge of my lips.
"Me as a prisoner? You won't be able to force me, venerable Mr Nevelas!"
Hearing my answer getting angry. He stared hatefully. Then he rose from the body and I was grateful to be free from his embrace.
He walked over to the nightstand and pulled something out. I was taken aback when he took out two handcuffs. I don't know what he will do. He looked at me with a smile that could tear down all the joints of courage that I had shown earlier. "Lord! Help me, Lord!" I could only scream in fear in my heart.
His steps were getting closer, I shifted little by little at least I could avoid him. His feet climbed the bed and grabbed his hands then pulled him to the side, and then my hands were tied up. Intentionally, his fingers play around my exposed chest.
"Fight again, Miss?" he asked as he kissed my lips. I could only stare disdainfully at him. My body couldn't move anymore.
"You can't fight anymore! Which part did you want to touch first? Your body is so fragrant and beautiful, Miss!" He lowered his voice. My body trembled even more when I heard it.