I dropped my spoon and watched him speak.
"It's fine" I finally said. "You don't want me to help them? It's fine. I will watch them in pain just like you enjoyed watching them suffer" I finally said. Well, I really can't. I am a human and I have feelings. I have feelings, and I have a conscience. I…."
As I looked up, I realized he was looking at me, but not with his cold, dark eyes. He looked at me like he was paying attention to every detail I spilled.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice softer now, almost pleading. "Why are you doing this? If you want me to do whatever you want, I will. I knew what I signed up for. But, I won't watch my fellow human suffer"
He moved closer, "Eat your food" He commanded, his tone less harsh.
I was scared, but I took the spoon and continued eating the way he watched me eat made me scared, but I was hungry. Even if he will continue to treat me like he always does, I should at least eat this.
"Are you done?" He asked, not in his usual tone, a less harsh tone.
I nodded, making sure I ate every pieces of the food
He came closer to me and made me lie down on the bed.
He started rubbing my body with his hand slowly. He took off my dress romantically. He put off his dress too and inserted his d*ck inside my p*say
This time, not roughly, but slowly, I enjoyed it and moaned.
He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
I couldn't bring myself to respond, but he didn't need words to know the answer. His gaze darkened, and he leaned in closer, his lips hovering over mine.
Minutes later, he left the room and I began to think about what happened.
He got me with this, unlike the ones we are used to
****
Days after, I began to get used to two meals a day. I don't know when the meal will get to my house but I am sure it's when I am asleep.
Today I decided to stay awake to know how the food gets to my room.
I was about to sleep when the door opened.
I turned on the light, it was a lady in her twenties, I am sure
"Hey! Who are you?"
"Are you asking who I am? You should ask the man who brought you here"
"Oh! I am sorry," I said, "Why is it that you do not bring my food when I am awake? It's whenever I am sleeping"
"You should be grateful that you are eating, yes. There are a lot of people here who eat only one meal in three days. And you are here complaining that I am not bringing your food while you are awake"
"Three days? A meal? I do not care who he is or how people are scared of him. How will he treat a human being like that?
"When you see him, you can ask him directly so you can get your answer. Don't involve me in this."
"So are you happy with the way he treats us?"
"I am one of you. If you don't want the food, kindly let me eat"
"No! Put it down, that was what he sent you" I said because I was hungry, "Do you mind us protesting? He shouldn't be treating us this way" I yelled.
"Protest? In his territory? You must be dreaming and you must have watched a lot of movies. You are doing a lot new girl"
The girl's words left me feeling both frustrated and helpless.
Here I was, desperate for freedom, yet surrounded by people who seemed resigned to their fate.
I glanced at the untouched plate of food, a mixture of resentment and hunger gnawing at me. "Why are you so obedient to him?" I asked her.
She scoffed. "Because I value my life. I've seen what happens to those who defy him. Do you want to be that girl he makes an example of?"
The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
My shoulders slumped in resignation as I realized just how little control I truly had. "So we're supposed to just…what? Sit here and wait to be treated like animals for the rest of our lives?"
She stared at me for a moment, her face inscrutable. "Well…you could always try to escape," she offered.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Escape? How? We're locked up in this place like prisoners." I said, "You can leave"
She raised an eyebrow at me, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Leave? Just like that? Do you think I haven't tried? Trust me, I've been here much longer than you have. I've tried every door, every window. You won't find a single crack in this place. The man's got his security airtight. Unless you're planning on digging a tunnel, there's no way out."
Despite her pessimism, I couldn't help but feel a spark of rebellion rekindle within me. "There has to be a way. He's not infallible" I thought again, "Even if there's a way o
Ut, I have a deal with him. I am just thinking of a way out for you all"
"I need to start going now, talk to you later," she said, waving her hands bye