The dim city light reflected the shadow that sat back in the huge leather chair. Some light shone on the figure, half of his face touched by the dim light and the other half covered by the shadow. His brows were clearly creased as he was in deep thoughts
.
The question his nosy secretary had asked him was in his head, the question felt so similar, then he remembered the question she asked him that morning,
'why?'.
He couldn't give an answer to both questions, he honestly didn't know the answer to both questions. He hated questions but he certainly knew answers to the questions. He was angry, he felt some part in him change.
A part of him asked him the same question ' Why? '.
'Does she mean something to you? '
His inner self mocked him, his inner demons were laughing at him.
She didn't mean anything to him, no one meant anything to him and certainly not some girl.
'But she's not just some girl...is she?'
His inner demon taunted him.
' she's star... remember? ' his inner demon mocked him.
' Star' he knew that name well. He had met star years ago, the Star he met was different, she understood him so much. She listened to him, and to her he wasn't a crazy psychopath, she wasn't scared when he voiced out his dark thought. Star had felt for him.
Susan Presley wasn't star, she never will be again.
He had to make sure she wasn't something to him and that he will do. Susan was like everyone else, and he wanted to smell the fear and hate coming from her.
The fear in her eyes will be enough to feed his raging demons.
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I spent my day in the library and at the arcade. When I was younger I didn't have the time to play games or play with friends.
I had to take care of the house, my crippled dad, my stubborn brother and work at aunt's store. I didn't go to movies with my friends, or the beach, or go on dates.
I couldn't afford to, after mom died. Dad became a shell of his former self, Sam was so young, and there was so little our family could do, although a very few of them lived in the same town the others were scattered across the country and the world, and I got so tired of asking our family and neighborhood for help and the pitiful sad look in their eyes anytime they see me since I reminded them of a tragedy.
I took care of my family. when I realised I had missed out on my childhood it was too late. I got into college, I had to take care of my family by focusing on my future and I spent my college days studying, applying for different scholarship, applying to different companies to guarantee my family a safe future, they became my whole life.
I missed out of partying, clubbing, dating, a sex life, and a social life.
Although I was sad and angry that I was confined In this house. It was the actual first time that I was free, I didn't have anywhere to go or be.
I didn't think of the little money remaining that was left to pay to the bank. I didn't think about dad's medicine, or how the house was or what Sam was doing and if he was safe mostly because I was assured by my boss that no harm would come to them.
I didn't know if I trusted him but a part of me was assured my family was doing great, and all my friends and family know is that I'm on some kind of business trip for this huge project. I had thought Leo and Aisha would catch on but I remembered Mr Miller could convince them of this 'projcet' .
I played with the PS4 system that he had and I know about this because I have a brother. I watched movies, I loved movies. When I was old enough and I didn't have to die of worry of how to pay the bills, I made sure to watch movies and read books.
That was my escape from the world. I just watched movies, I didn't have to worry about work and for a few peaceful minutes or hours I forgot about Marcelo King, even though his name slipped into my mind in between,it wasn't enough to make me lose it.
"Miss"
"Miss Susan!"
I could feel a slight pressure on my arm, like someone was slightly poking me. I could hear the echo of my name in my head.
I slipped in and out of consciousness and groaned at the sound of my name. Slowly opening my eyes I saw a blurry figure standing by my bedside. I adjusted my eyesight to the light in the room.
Opening my eyes I saw one of the younger maids, probably my age if not slightly older or younger.
Seeing my eyes slightly open, she called my name again and this time I sat up, rubbing the back of my palm against my eyes.
I noticed another to presence in the room, by my bedside was the oldest maid and the head of the maids and another maid who I also recognized.
"Hey guys, what's wrong?" I asked a little concerned about the expression on the younger maids faces.
It was anxiety, fear and pity. That was the look on their faces.
Although it was almost dark out, I doubt three people came to wake me up for dinner with the expression of someone who has just seen a two headed goats.
"Master King request your presence" the older maid said.
My heart jumped in my chest in fear. When I seem to have forgotten him just for a few minutes fate just had to mess with me.
"W-why?" I stuttered. They could obviously see the worried looks on my faces.
They do not know my real situation,but most of their speculations were somewhat correct
.
"We do not know Miss"this time in was the maid at my bedside that talked.
"We've been requested to get you dressed".
"What?" I asked confused on why they have to dress me.
"We've been ordered " that was all they said.
Before the head maid gave them instructions and left them. They pushed me into the shower and when I came out, they started their work on me.
They straightened my hair which just made it much longer but curled the hair at the front right side of my face a little.
They got me dressed into a black gown. The neck line was heart shaped, it exposed my cleavage, it had a thin spaghetti strap.
When they started on my face, I stopped them when I realised they were literally going to bake my face. I told them to make it light and natural but they insisted on a cat eye liner with bloody red lipstick and a black shade of eyeshadow.
I was nervous, what do that man have in his head again.
Anything could happen tonight and that just made me more nervous.
I walked as slow as my feet could carry me. I wore heels but I didn't have any problem walking in heels. I occasionally wear them to work but I couldn't keep them on for more than an hour.
I'm front of me was my boss or should I say ex boss. He was dressed as his usual grim reaper self. His eyes so cold and dark it sent shivers down my spine.
Without spearing me another look or should I say glare he walked out and well I followed behind him.
The car ride was so silent. I was so scared I felt like I was going to puke and I've not eaten anything since noon.
When we got to the expensive classy restaurant, we were led to a back room that hid an elevator. What was up with rich people and underground elevator, can't they stay in regular VIP places like they do in movies?.
We were led into a very fancy looking room with huge comfortable couches and a very huge round glass table. A whole wall was dedicated to an aquarium.
It was containing different types of dishes, and for now i chose to focus on the fishes behind the huge glass wall...
Those fishes were tiger sharks. I didn't care course right now they distracted me from focusing on the man in the room.
Within minutes different waiters and waitresses came with trays that held different dishes. The table was filled with food in no time. I wasn't interested in the culinary delights that graced the table.
What I wanted to know was what I was doing here. I was pretty sure he didn't bring me to a luxurious underground restruant for nothing. I didn't know of this was my last meal, but I needed to know.
"What am I doing here?"
He rose his head up from looking at his phone and glared at me, I bit bottom lip nervously.
All I did was ask a question. He didn't answer, and my thoughts ran so wild. I couldn't stop myself from saying something.
"Are you g-going to k-kill me?" I stuttered.
One of his brows rose slightly in amusement. He was now just staring at me and that was freaking me out more.
"What do you want from me?"
This time he answered my question.
"What I want... You can never give me" his voice so cold and chilling.
"T-then why did you bring me here?" and in a second i regretted asking that question.
Suddenly he pulled me by my seat, our faces were inches apart. He was so close I could feel his hit breath on my face, I could smell his exotic colounge.
"One thing you should know about me Susan"he trailed his fingers along the side of my face, now his thumb caressed my lips, pulling it a little.
"I hate questions... Understood?" He waited for my reply.
I immediately nodded my head. One side of his lips rose up in a sly smirk.
I attempted to pull away but was immediately pulled back, he slowly growled in warning.
We silently ate, mostly played around with my food, I lost my appetite, mostly because I was looking at this man eat his steak nearly fried.
It still had blood dripping from it, and what freaked me out and surprised me the most was the way he licked the red blood off the knife which he used to cut the stake.
' oh my God...I'm going to die!!!' my inner self cried.
A young waitress, he hair pulled up into a neat bun, wearing her uniform which consisted of a White shirt and black pencil skirt.
Her voice and hands shook as she asked us about our desert options. She was clearly afraid of the man here.
"Y-you s-houkd try this d-desert" she stuttered stretching out a tray.
In a flash the tray fell down, the content on it on the floor, the impact made the ceramic shatter close to my leg, some shreds hitting my legs closes to my ball joints. I hissed upon the shreds impact to my skin.
The girl gasped, she kept on apologizing, attempting to pick up the broken content. I was so engrossed in helping the poor girl I didn't notice Mr Marcelo.
His low growl pulling out attention to him.
In a flash he was by my side, he looked down,some of the shreds that came into contact with my skin pierced it a little, I didn't even feel it well until I saw the bruise then I felt it.
The manger or her supervisor was already present, he was also clearly shaking in fear.
"You cut her" I heard him saying slowly. He glared at the girl, then a sly smirk show on his face.
"You cut her... it's only fair she cuts you"
I was shocked, I didn't understand what he meant by me cutting her. He picked up one of the bigger shreds and offered it to me.
I looked at the broken piece he offered, I looked back at him like he was insane .
"What are you waiting for?"
"You are really serious?"I asked surprised.
"I never joke around Susan...now take it" but I still refused, there was no way in hell I was hurting her.
The girl's tears was already running down her face, the manager face clearly expressed worry and pity, but he didn't do anything.
I felt the warm ceramic against my palm. I looked up at Marcelo, to see him holding my wrist, trying to give me the weapon. I jerked my hand from his.
"I'm not hurting the girl Marcelo" I growled out in annoyance.
He motioned his hands and two well built men came in, they were dressed like Marcelo's men , I then realized, they were his men. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I know it wouldn't be good.
"You don't hurt her, you get hurt" he threatened but that was not enough for me to Pierce a girl
. I nodded my head in negative.
"I'm not doing it no!'
"Fine" he smirked
And I immediately heard a painful groan and it was coming from the manager. One of his men was holding a bloddy swiff knife.
The edge of the manager's sleeve was soaked in blood.
The waitress cries increased. I didn't know what to do.
I looked at Marcelo with begging eyes.
"Please don't do this" I felt tears threatning to come out.
He gestured to the broken piece that was on the group where I threw it.
I looked at the glass,I couldn't do it, I couldn't pick it up. Now the tears in my eyes were falling.
The manger groaned again as one of the men expanded the open wound with his knife.
"D-do it p-p-please"this time the young worker begged as her boss groaned in pain, his face wet with either sweat or tears.
I looked at the manger who pleadingly looked at me. I bent down picking up the broken piece.
I looked at Marcelo and the young waitress who stretched out her arm for me to slash.
"P-p-please... don't make me do t-this" I cried begging him. But his room face was unmoving and his eyes cold.
"Do it" he ordered.
"No!" I cried out.
I heard the manager shout in pain. Everyone was ringing in my ears, the sound of slashing flesh, the manager's painful cry, the waitress begging and crying and the sound of my heart thumping against my rib cage.
I closed my eyes and heard the slash sound, and the waitress screams and I stood there with a broken ceramic in my hand dripping with blood.
And all I could do was stand there with my eyes closed wishing to wake up.