Mila closed her eyes ," Please ? Can you please just leave ."
When he remained silent , she opened her eyes to see him glaring at her . What now ?
"Do not say it like you want me out of here so badly ." He finally spoke . More like he was nagging and complaining , but the smoothness and the huskiness in his tone said the total opposite .
"Well I kinda-" Mila snapped her mouth shut before she closed her eyes .
When she opened them , he was suddenly standing too close to her . Too close , she could smell his leathery and tobacco scent that intoxicates and turns her cells and body numb.
"Get undressed , dip your body in that water and once I am sure you are inside the bathtub , I will come and wash that hair of yours ." He said before he turned to leave .
Mila stood frozen to the ground . Her heart was beating so damn slowly that she was sure it was feeling what she was feeling . But alteast her breathes were aloud as a sign of life . Her life .
She blinked a couple of times before she did ... exactly what he said . He is too damn controlling and Mila kinda ... hates it , you can say . But it turns her on so badly , which she hates too .
The dress was hard to come out from , but she finally did and she dipped herself inside the water and leaned back , sighing sweetly when her body relaxed , which will soon tense when he enters the room again .
She did not close her eyes and relish over the feeling of the warm water massaging her tense and sore muscles but she rather watched the divider unblinking , waiting for him to appear .
He did not appear for some time and that's when Mila came to the conclusion that he must have left her to enjoy the feeling of her own company for the while when she heard footsteps .
Her back tensed . Or did it . But anyways , her heart raced while her eyes stayed glue beside the divider where he will emerge.
She did not know what feeling she felt when a woman appeared from behind the divider with a wooden box in her hand filled with hair shampoos and other toiletries.
The woman bowed her head at her ," Good morning , My lady ."
Morning ? "Good morning ." Mila replied before she cleared her throat at how her voice sounded so restrained .
" I am here to help clean your hair ." The woman spoke . Mila watched her stand still , as if waiting for her permission to approach her . "Oh okay" Mila muttered awkwardly and the woman approached her .
The woman sat behind the small stood behind and then went on to wash her hair . She remembers something hitting her head hard on the back before she felt liquid drip down . It was probably blood and that is why he , maybe wanted to wash her hair . 'How sweet' . Mila thought but later rolled her eyes while the woman continued to wash her hair .
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After her bath , she was clean and more energetic . The woman asked her how her body is and she replied by saying fresh . The woman kept on asking if her arms are no longer sore and other things .
While she responded to the woman's questions with half sentences and not full details , she kept on thinking about Mr silver-eyed and how he would've demanded or threaten her to use full words and leave no detail unmentioned.
'Use your lips . When you are blessed with something as sublime as this , use it , understood ?' he had once said to her .
Mila flushed and when she glanced up to look at herself through the mirror , she blushed even more .
The woman was working with her hair , applying some cream on her hair that smelled nice . When she was done , she left the room and Mila was left all alone .
She wore a long white silk nightgown that is actually nice and fresh on her skin . She had questions . Where did he get the gown ? Did he buy it ? For her or was it here already ?
If it was here already , she will gladly take it off and have another bath . Simply .
She sat on the bed while scanning the large room with a high ceiling . She thought that this is the same room she had woke up in yesterday morning but when the woman kept on telling her to walk from there to there to test her legs ; that is when she realised that the room doesn't have a grand piano , so that means she is in another room .
Mila sighs as she fidgets with her fingers . She is waiting for him to come back so she could ask him to take her back home or to where her mother and sister are .
Soon , the door opens , the God answering her silent prayers . She drops her legs to the ground as she looks at the door .
His walk , it's something she could identify from miles away . She could tell by his walk from who he is . He walks like royalty , high and mighty . His footsteps are not loud or echoing . Looking up at him , she notices that he has changed from his white shirt and was now wearing a black on . A few of his buttons were left unbutton , offering a tantalizing glimpse of his chest .
He held a glass on his left hand , while his other hand held a single red rose that he twirled around and around . Looking at that rose , the emotions came crashing back , including the memories .
When he was nearby , he pushed the small square table that was from the corner of the bed with his leg and placed it upfront . He then sat down next to her and placed his whiskey glass on the table . After that , he turned to her and placed the rose within her line of sight .
"Any idea why you were almost abducted and devoured by your haunting friends?" He questions , but she knew it wasn't a question . It is never questions with him , he has answers for every question that he has . He looks up at her and she slowly shakes her head , having no idea why she was almost abducted and devoured by her so called haunting friend . He replies ," It is because you did not have this red rose with you ."
Mila watched him from the corner of her eyes , gulping down the entire whiskey in the glass before he dropped the rose to the ground . "Thats what happens when they catch you . Life collapses . Lives , many lives . They go down with you , little princess ."