Chapter fifty nine
Although his face was masked, I saw a devious smirk. "Right away!" He nodded.
I watched him unbolt the door in front of me, which led to another room. He returned with warm spaghetti and chicken. "Fruit juice, alcohol or soda?" He asked, putting the plate down.
"Water." I said, getting reminded of the patch in my throat.
"Cammie, I think you should take your bath first." It seemed like he had perceived the foul smell. I was hungry, and thirsty, but he was right. I needed to take my bath.
"Can I get some water first?" He exited almost immediately, to get me water. I waited until he returned with a bottle of clean water.
Then I had swallowed it's content in a few seconds, before standing to head for the bathroom.
The stomach pain didn't subside like I thought it would, it got worse. I heard my stomach grumble in protest.
"Please show me to the bathroom." I ignored the grumble, and walked into the room that he pointed to me. "Thank you." I whispered, before shutting the door behind me.
No sooner had I got in than I recalled that I had no soap, no sponge, no clothes, absolutely nothing.
I stood with my hands on my waist, frustrated. A deep sigh of exhaustion followed, I couldn't help but wonder what I would do next.
Lifting my eyes to the top of the door I had just shut, I saw jean pants and a discolored orange shirt.
It didn't look like it would fit perfectly, but it was good at least.
I used the sponge that I saw in there to take my bath, after I lathered the soap I retrieved from the soap dish.
On the wooden window, I saw tampons placed.
This man had everything planned out carefully, there was a lot more to my kidnap than I knew.
There was no towel, he probably forgot about it when he was getting these things in here.
I used the blouse that I had carefully selected this morning to match my jean shorts, in cleaning my wet body.
I was feeling refreshed. No body lotions, but I didn't have need for it anyways.
All I wanted to do now was to eat.
After I got dressed in the oversized trouser and polo, I stepped out of the bathroom pondering on what he had said before we struck the deal. He was talking about a bargain.
This was someone who I could not remember ever setting my eyes on. Although I was yet to see his face, his voice and body structure didn't suggest that we have met before.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes met with his.
He was standing outside the bathroom, waiting for me to finish up. The mask was still used in keeping his identity a secret.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, unable to fathom why he would be standing so close to the bathroom, waiting for me.
"Say thank you, first." He ignored my question, and made a crazy request.
What was I thanking him for?
Kidnapping me? For starving me? For promising to rape me? I was lost.
"Thank you!"I went ahead to thank him, anyways. If I was going to stay with him here, I had better learnt to live with his attitude.
He ignored me yet again, but asked me to join him to what I understood was his living room. "Come to the living room, that's where your meal is."
I ambled closely behind him until we arrived in a poorly furnished room.
One glance brought memories back to me.
It felt like I had been here before, but I was unable to recollect when and the incident that led to it.
Whenever it was, I was definitely not a prisoner. But right now, I was at the mercy of this stranger. "Hurry up already or you'll hate me." He barked.
I turned to look at him and saw him waving a whip that I didn't realize he had with him the whole time. "Start eating already."
Although slightly nervous, I was super excited to return my meal of spaghetti, and I put everything behind me and devoured it.
Even the chicken had no bone left in it when I was done with it. I belched lightly, using the tissue he provided to wipe the stew from my mouth.
"Are you sure you still don't want anything to wash it down with?"
Who was I kidding? I was really dehydrated and needed to get my system working again after all I went through.
"Please get me fruit juice." I answered without any hesitation.
He went to the refrigerator and returned with alcohol. "You don't have a choice here, take it or go back to that chair." He pointed to the chair that I was bound in, earlier.
I took the full glass from him and gulped everything in it down at once.
"That was fast." He quickly began to refill the cup again. Reading the look on my face, he was able to make out the fact that I was getting drunk already. He went ahead, pouring cup after cup until I lost count.
Eventually, I was completely drunk and slightly unconscious.
I recall laying with my head on the table, while he caressed me. I felt it, I told him to stop, but I knew what I was saying was gibberish.
Even I didn't understand myself.
I lay there for hours, the next time I woke up was in the morning.
I had slept through the night, from eight pm till dawn.
Waking up to the bright rays of sunlight had always been my favorite thing, and I had forgotten that I was no longer at the base of the mafia sisters.
I lay calmly on the bed, trying to recollect the events that brought me to this room. It took a while before I remembered all that happened, although I was yet to know how I got there.
Despite the fact that I slept as a result of alcohol, which was something I had a great dislike for, I was grateful that I slept. I tried not to think about anything going on, I just wanted to have a good time enjoying the sun peep through his window.
It was already day break but I hadn't stirred a limb on the bed, and I wasn't planning to do so anytime soon.
However, I couldn't help but scream out in pain when an undescribable lash landed on my back.
"Hush, Camilla. It's nothing to be scared of. It's time for your own end of the bargain."
I recall falling asleep in his living room, dressed with the clothes that he had provided me with. But I woke up in a room that I had never seen before, everything felt different. His mattress was cozy, but the position I woke up in wasn't.
My hands were loosely tied to the bed, my both legs too. I lay naked on it, the demon man sitting next to me with only his singlet on.
Gazing calmly down at me.