As he left my room, I began to think about the kiss
I sat on the bed, licking my lips; I was still feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
I wondered why we didn't have sex at that moment like we had always had it.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't just about the kiss itself. It was about the man behind it. Who was he? Was he just a cruel captor, or was there something more to him?
I am not used to sitting down alone, I love being with my siblings. That's why I don't stay in for long.
I went out again, but this time it was different.
"Good Evening ma'am"
"Hope you are cool ma'am"
"Have you eaten ma'am"
"If there's anything you need, let us know ma'am"
That's how people were greeting and addressing me.
"You shouldn't be here by this time of the day, you should be inside," the man who dragged me earlier to the prison said to me.
I looked at him keenly for about five minutes.
I ignored him and I continued walking.
As I was walking, I heard a lot of pleas and crying. I wanted to know what was going on and I walked very fast.
As I approached, I could see Liam standing in the center of the crowd, his face impassive as he listened to the pleas of the people before him. The desperation was palpable, the air thick with fear and anguish.
My heart beat faster as I realized that this was not a simple punishment—it was a trial. But for what? What crime would warrant such a public spectacle?
"Hey!" He shouted, "This is my final say! She will be here at my prison for six months," he said, his words cutting like a knife.
I couldn't withstand this, people at his prison can't be increasing each day.
"No!" I shouted from where I was standing and everyone looked at the back
As soon as my voice pierced the tension-filled air, Liam's eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of surprise and anger flashing across his face. The crowd hushed, all attention now fixed on me, the lone figure at the edge of the crowd.
For a moment, no one moved. I could feel the weight of all their gazes upon me, and I knew I was walking a dangerous line. But I couldn't stand by and watch another innocent person suffer at Liam's hand.
Slowly, I made my way through the throng, my eyes never leaving Liam's.
"Master Liam," I said, unsure of how to continue.
"I .. I… I know she has offended you and you have the right to be angry. Yes, we know. But giving her a second chance might be a very good thing. Give her the chance to change" I stammered, not even knowing what the offense is
Liam's eyes were cold and dark; he held his fingers tight to his palm.
"Continue with your judgment; your judgment is the final say," one of his men whispered to him.
"What's wrong with her? Why haven't you done things to her?" Another said
Liam left there angrily and everyone was surprised.
I was also surprised, was It my words that made him leave?
The gathering was abuzz with whispers and speculation after Liam's sudden departure. The men exchanged glances, their confusion palpable as they tried to make sense of what had just happened.
I just heard the crowd, shouting my name 'Rachel' 'Rachel' with joyousness
I was very happy; it seemed like I had saved her. I felt like a heroine.
The crowd's chant of my name lifted my spirits, the joyousness in their voices a salve to my fear. It seemed that my impulsive plea for the woman's forgiveness had worked, and now I was being hailed as a heroine by the very people who had feared Liam's wrath just moments before.
But even as I basked in the crowd's adoration, a part of me was still uncertain. Liam's abrupt departure hadn't seemed like a man who had been swayed by my words. Rather, it had seemed more like the anger of a man who had been thwarted in some way.
As I went into my room, I already met Liam sitting on my bed.
My heart skipped a second.
"Master Liam," I said, my voice very weak.
"You should not involve yourself in anything like that," he echoed, the words venomous as they left his lips. "You seem to have forgotten who is in charge here, Racheal."
The way he said my name as if it were a curse or an accusation, made my skin crawl. "I was just trying to…"
"I would let this slide, but not anyone anymore…"
"Thank you," I said.
"Thank me?" He asked, moving closer to me, "No! Don't thank me because you will have to pay the price"
My eyes were wide open in shock, "Please"
He reached out to my cheek, "You will have to pay the price for bed"
I don't know when I smiled, I suddenly locked his lips with mine, kissing him deeply.
I suddenly parted my mouth away from his, "Are you ready for this?" I asked, leaning on him.
"I should better ask you if you are ready for this because I am not going to take it easy with you," Liam said, his eyes fixed on mine. His hand slid down my bare arm, the heat of his touch sending shivers down my spine.
I smiled, a seductive challenge in my eyes as I stepped back, unfastening the last button of my blouse and letting it fall to the floor. "You never take it easy with me, Liam. And that's why I like it. But today I am going to give you the best of it. "
Slowly, he moved towards me, closing the distance between us.
"I am going to take it easy with you today. I will do it the way you want me to, slow? Fast? Let me know how you want it, I will do it" he said.
"I love you drive me wild, Racheal," he breathed, his lips finding mine once more in a searing kiss that left me breathless.
I was shocked by his words. Is he saying this because of the sex, or does he mean it?
Liam stepped back and began to undress himself, his gaze never leaving mine even as he began to undress.
Liam moved towards me, his body pressing on my body.
As he left my room, I began to think about the kiss.
I sat on the bed, licking my lips, still feeling the warmth of his body against mine. I wondered why we didn't have sex in that moment like we usually did.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't just about the kiss itself. It was about the man behind it. Who was he? Was he just a cruel captor, or was there something more to him?
I wasn't used to sitting alone. I loved being with my siblings, which is why I never stayed inside for long.
I went out again, but this time, it was different.
"Good evening, ma'am."
"Hope you're well, ma'am."
"Have you eaten, ma'am?"
"If there's anything you need, let us know, ma'am."
That's how people were greeting and addressing me.