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Thea

The clanking sound of the cell door jolts me awake, I strain my eyes to see my visitor but I have no strength nor the will to try. I’m weak, in pain and most importantly angry.

I’ve been locked in here for what felt like forever, craving the day I set my foot out of here with daylight blessing my eyes.

Staying in here reminded me of the time I had been locked up by Micheal because I had mentioned Angel’s name when we had sex. It was indeed one scary night.

“Still alive?”

I sighed recognizing the voice of my torturer. Even though she had dealt with me, I felt she had been going easy on me for reasons she knew best. I was glad at least but it didn’t mean the pain she inflicted didn’t make me feel like dying. Thank God for Knight who came often to clean my wounds. I wondered if Angel was aware.

I was also privileged to have Camilo visit me once and for that I was grateful to Caspian. She couldn’t stop tearing up that I ended up being the consoler.

“What’s your mind on?” Monica asked raising my chin to her.

“Here to finish me?” I asked and smiled instead.

She eyes me, biting down on her lip to hide the amusement that flashed on her face.

“On the contrary.” I looked at her confused as she began uncuffing me. My wrist fell in pain almost as if I couldn’t use them again because there was no strength in them just pain.

“Why?” I said looking at her for some explanation.

“My work with you is done. Angel decides what happens next.” She said and I blinked. Relieve washed over me and at the same time fresh anger swirled inside me for Angel because of the torture I had been subjected to.

“You’re fucking lean. I hope the next hand treats you better.” She hung the cuffs on the wall and turned her back to leave.

“Wait!” I interrupted and she only gave me a side view.

“What I’m I supposed to do?”

“Follow me of course. It’s a hand over.” My breath hitched, fear creeping in. Who was the next person to purnish me and where? I didn’t want to question her any further, leaving this dungeon was all that mattered. What could be worse than it?

I quickly followed behind her but suddenly the front door clanged open and a woman descended from the stairs. We both stopped and waited till she approached.

She didn’t look welcoming, she looked strict with a perfectionist countenance.

What else was Angel up to? How much more could I actually take before he killed me? I resisted the tears that stung my eyes, being treated this way by the man I loved when I was innocent hurt me to my soul.

The fact that he didn’t trust me inflicted wounds to my heart.

“Who is she?” I asked my curiosity eating me up. Monica gave me a side view before returning her gaze to the woman. She was slim and average height, hair neatly packed into a bun. She wore a skirt, top and a jacket over it. Her gaze was mean but she was nothing like Monica.

She didn’t give off that aura Monica expelled.

“I came to get her myself.” The lady spoke and Monica gave a care less huff.

“She’s all yours.” She replied and turned towards me. She moved close and leaned towards my face, searching it like she would find something interesting there.

“I’m curious though, you’re a pretty lady. What could you have done to make him punish you this way?

I looked away, if she needed the gist then she could meet her so called boss.

“Nothing?” She pressed but I remained silent then she withdraw from me flashing me an ingenuine smile then left.

I was left alone with this strange woman who I didn’t know of her intentions.

Did Angel send her to finish me off quietly?

I took two steps away from her but she wasn’t fazed at my withdrawal.

“What do you want from me.”

“Nothing. Just following instructions. Follow me. She replied and began moving to the door.

“At least tell me what I’m to expect was I step out of here!” I yelled as a tear line formed in my face. She stopped and looked at me.

“Expect something better than here.”

“Like?”

She ignored me and I followed right behind her till we were up the main building of the mansion. I inhaled a breaths of fresh air feeling like I had just returned home only that this home seemed to reject me.

“You’re are to clean, wash, everything there is to keep this place sparkling clean.” The woman before me dished out instructions. Apparently Angel was humiliating me to the status of a maid not like a whore was a better status.

“You start work from three in the morning to six.”

“What?” I was shocked. I didn’t even know how to do my laundry properly nor master the use of a kitchen knife. I scoffed this was ridiculous.

“I haven’t finished Thea.” She flashed me a ridiculing smile.

“At noon by 1. pm you are to clean the warehouse which is a small drive within the mansion. You might pass out from sweeping the entire hall but that’s the criteria you have to meet to have dinner.

“This is insane! I demand to see Angel. He can’t just slave me away without making an effort to see truth on my side!”

I yelled and even though she didn’t move, her eyes startled from the outburst.

“Listen Thea, I don’t care how insane this might sound to you but one thing I’m sure of is to supervise you and make sure you starve if you don’t do your fucking duty!” She yelled, her firm voice overshadowing mine.

Tears pooled my eyes just as anger built within me, I hoped Angel had his fill with the misery he was putting me through but when the time is right and the truth comes out I promise he’d be the one begging and I won’t listen.

I wiped the tear that fell off my eyes and sniffed the little I could back. I didn’t want to appear weak before this stranger and I didn’t want her mentioning this to Angel once she reported back to him. Knowing I was in pain would certainly bring him joy.

To think of it, did I have the right to feel sorry for myself when Carl was probably injured or dead?

I wiped more tears off finding it hard to restrain them.

“What else is there?” I asked taking courage but a sly smile played on her lips.

“Actually there’s a ton of instructions, these are the very basic ones.” Before I could ask what she meant she took out a long list which was rolled up from a drawer in the room we were in and handed it over to me. I looked at the paper in my hand afraid to open it.

“That’s the list of everything thing you are to do in a day and how exactly you are to do it.”

My eyes were popped. and I quickly unrolled the paper which left my jaw fallen.

Was this even humanly possible? I didn’t have the heart to read through but the list was hell as long to even consider.

“Y-you’re not serious are you? This is crazy if you even think I can lift a mob.”

“Clearly Monica didn’t break you enough. You still have a lot of guts.” She said crossing the distance between us. “One last basic rule. Never let Angel see you.” She said and I let out another scoff.

How was I supposed to do that if I was to slave away in this mansion every single day.

“That’s why you should finish your duty before dawn and leave to work at the warehouse at noon.” She answered me without waiting for me to pop the question.

Angel despised me that much? I chuckled bitterly blinking back more tears.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I was done trying to hold back my feelings.

Whatever he felt for me now I hoped he knew the feeling was mutual.

He was nothing but a coward hiding behind his insecurities instead of giving me a chance to defend myself.

I wish I could get rid of the love I had for him and hate him instead at least for Carl but I couldn’t. He was deeply imprinted in my heart so how could I get rid of of the love when I had no control over how I felt.

Loving him was never a blessing, it was a curse. Maybe my greatest Karma for the path I chose in life.