The next morning,I dragged myself to the dining room because skipping breakfast wasn't an option,not unless I wanted IV drips of saline to stay healthy & alive infront of him.I can't avoid him.
He was already seated calmly with a navy blue pant and white shirt adorned with small dotted flowers,waiting for me to join him,like nothing happened last night.
His choices in everything are like peace lover but he is a chaotic person,may be it's his publicity. His expression was like a boy enjoying the peace,his eyes were content.
I sat opposite him, fingers curling around the edge of the chair to keep them steady.
He didn't look up.
"Eat."
The clink of cutlery echoed too loudly in the silence. I stared at my plate, unable to swallow anything. If i want to escape this mess,i have to get know this place better & more importantly this guy.I need to myself useful and continue to distract him from me.So that i can be free unharmed.
"Anything bothering you,vixen?"
I lifted my gaze slowly.
"I'm just curious…Why did she die?"
"So you saw it?"
"It was a loud noise & more importantly you intended to know what I was thinking now."
"You don't need to know."
My chest tightened.
"You told me that on the first day," I whispered. "But I want to understand. Why am I here?It is what making me anxious, nothing more."
He still didn't look at me.
I swallowed my sob.He literally doesn't care.
"I just wanted to know if you are doing this for your own enjoyment,So I can hate you properly," I finished.
A faint amusement touched the corner of his mouth,just a small acknowledgement of how ridiculous he found me.
"You really think," he murmured, "that your hatred matters."
He resumed eating,the atmosphere was suffocating with silence.
He left after finishing his breakfast.
But his behaviour stated one thing,i need to kill him if possible or at the least,i need to leave this place.
I know it won't stop exploitation,still it'll reduce a few.& I knew no matter how much these guys enjoy the life,they still don't like to die,i might have the pleasure to steal his soul.
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After the lunch,I was invited to the living room.
"You're so fragile," he said calmly,putting down the newspaper. "You can't clean. You can't work. You can't even follow simple rules.You're just living here for free."
"And yet… I want you here."
He tilted his head slightly.
"So tell me. What are you good at? Unless I had to figure it out myself"
Panic scratched at my throat.
I needed something safe. Something that made me seem harmless. Something that delayed any interest he might have beyond control.
And something that could help me kill him later.
"I'm… I'm a minor," I whispered.
A lie. A desperate one.
His eyes didn't change.He appeared unimpressed.
"Really?," he murmured. "Your identity card told something different."
Cold rushed through my skin.He checked my bag, that's why I couldn't found my bag on the cell.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table.
"So," he repeated, "what are you good at?"
I forced my shoulders to relax, forcing myself to look down, pretending shy embarrassment rather than calculation.
"…Cooking," I said softly.
He paused for a second.An amused breath escaped him.
"Cooking."
He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table.
"That's convenient."
My heart thudded once,a hard one.
"From now on," he said, "you'll cook for me."
I swallowed and nodded.
"Alright."
He watched my face carefully, as if waiting for a flinch that didn't come.
Then he stood up.
"Good timing," he said lightly, grabbing his coat from the chair. "The chef left yesterday."
He got up.
"Don't disappoint me," he murmured.
He walked past me.The door clicked behind him.
And I was left there, standing in the quiet living room, pulse pounding, the word chef echoing in my head.
This wasn't a chance.It was an opportunity,a dangerous one,deadly if I failed.But if I played it right…he'd eat whatever I put in front of him.
And maybe..just maybe..he wouldn't walk away from the table next time.But he definitely knew that I'll try to do this so he's definitely very careful just like when I was in the basement.
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I surely wanted to poison this guy but i failed numerous times,the virtual and physical surveillance never let me do anything.I went to serve tea in his room,he was with my diary! I used to wrote whatever happened with my boyfriend next door,he moved out the city,i always kept the diary with me,he had got it from my bag.
"This is your tea,sir."
He gestured me to put it on the table.
"Should I leave?"
"Yes."
Sigh.He had been reading so intently,i thought he would mock or tell discouraging words to remind my purpose here.
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One day,
"You got an important task tommorow."
"Okay."
I had convinced myself multiple times,surely I knew he would ask for something dangerous,panic arose inside me.
"I got a new secret rival that used to be my friend,I'm intended to steal few legal papers from him,he has a fetish of sharing,he would like it with my girlfriend,so you are designed to act as my girlfriend for a few minutes & we will handle the rest while saving you from any harm."
Saving from harm? Probably because he can't kidnap lot of girls and made them work for him illegally, that's why he would save me.
"Moreover in the end he have to die."
"I don't want to be a part of someone's death."
He could saw my fingers trembling on the plate as i clutch it tighter.
"Dear,if I ask for permission,probably every girl gonna deny.It's your opportunity to serve as an important asset for me & get saved from being used like others"
"I am not scared of death."
"I'll show you something."
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