OLIVIA'S POV
"I know about it. I know it all." He chuckled.
I was afraid.
Afraid that he would tell Lucien.
And he would be disgusted by me and throw me out.
Out of his house, of his life.
I didn't want that.
I-i-i wanted to stay and even though I couldn't be with him I wanted to take care of him.
I wanted to wash his clothes, iron them, make his food, I wanted to hear him praise me when I did good.
Hot tears flowed down my cheeks.
No, no, no I couldn't let this happen.
"M-M-Mr…" I stuttered and my own voice sounded foreign to me.
"Sssh, sssh, don't worry my Olive," he placed his finger on my lips, "I won't tell him."
Hearing those words sent relief all over my body. It felt like a giant rock had been lifted from my shoulders.
"T-thank you." I whispered gently, wiping my tears.
He got up and sat on the edge of my bed. "If you're grateful then show it."
I blinked in confusion.
Show it?
Oh!
"I will make you anything you want for breakfast tomorrow." I smiled even though he couldn't see it.
He let out a low chuckle, his hands resting on both my cheeks.
"Breakfast? Do you really think I would come all the way here just so you can thank me with breakfast." He exhaled loudly.
"So what do you want?" I asked.
I was genuinely confused.
Oh no, did he want money?
But I didn't have any money.
And even though I worked for Lucien he never gave me all my money.
He was the one who kept it all and only gave me some from time to time.
"Oh come on Olivia you're not a kid anymore. How old are you?" He questioned his hands slowly moving down my neck.
It was making me uncomfortable.
"T-t-twenty-one." I whispered.
"Mmmmh. Well, I want to fuck you." He blurted.
My eyes widened and I moved away from him to the furthest corner of my bed.
"Get out!" I shouted. Disgusted by his words.
"Shut up you fucking bitch. If I leave this room without getting in-between your legs I am going to tell Lucien about how you sniff his fucking clothes like a creep." he growled, all the niceness gone.
My pulse throbbed at the base of my throat.
"You think I don't know. I have seen you sniffing his clothes and his underwear."
"Mr Leon, why are you doing this to me?" I sniffled.
He crawled towards me on the bed. I stayed still, fear creeping up and down my body.
"This is just a small price to pay sweetheart. Or would you rather I go and tell him everything?" He whispered, stopping right in front of me.
My body trembled in fear as he pulled both my legs to his sides.
Was this really happening?
Am I dreaming?
"Don't worry I brought condoms and we have the whole night before Lucien wakes up."
This was not happening.
No.
Not to me.
But the feeling of his hands touching my body and the sharp pain in my lower body made me realize that I wasn't dreaming.
That this was really happening to me.
Mr…..no this terrible man was taking away something from me.
It was so painful and I didn't like it, but I had to because if I didn't he would tell Lucien everything and Lucien would hate me.
And I didn't want that so this was just a small price to pay.
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I was exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally.
My whole body ached as I placed the food on the table.
I could barely walk, everytime I stepped on the ground a sharp pain radiated through my lower region.
I bit my lip holding back the tears at the brink of falling. I couldn't let Lucien see me like this.
Mr Leon had left marks all over my body, I hated it. I had to wear a turtle neck to cover my neck but I couldn't cover the cut he left on my lips.
And I couldn't hide the bruises he left on my heart.
"What's wrong with you?" Lucien's voice rang from behind me.
I stiffened, fear spreading all over my body.
"I am talking to you." He grabbed my shoulder, turning me to face him.
His face instantly changed. "What happened to you? Are you sick?"
"I-I am not feeling too good." I whispered, looking at the ground unable to stare at him while lying.
"If you're sick, why are you working? Go and rest." He moved away from me, giving me space.
A lone tear slid down my cheek as I nodded my head and tried not to limp as I went up the stairs.
"Good morning Olivia." Mr Leon said in a sing-song way.
It made my stomach churn but I couldn't do or say anything especially not with Lucien around.
I just nodded my head and continued up the stairs.
"What's wrong with her?" I heard him asking Lucien.
My fingers curled, nails digging into my palms.
I hated him.
How could he ask that, he knew exactly what was wrong with me.
I closed my bedroom door and made sure to lock it.
I stared at my bed as more tears began falling.
I slowly moved towards it and laid down with my feet curled to my chest.
"You did good." I whispered trying to comfort myself.
It was all for a good cause. Mr Leon was going to keep his mouth shut and I was going to stay here.
I was gonna forget about this terrible incident soon.
It was all gonna fade away like a terrible nightmare.
My eyelids slowly began to close and I drifted off to sleep.
Dreaming of happy things only. A happy life with Lucien where we are all smiling and laughing together.