Chapter 3 -Waking up in a strange room

Chapter 3 – strange room.

Grace Wilson

POV

For the past three years all I’ve known is waking up to the smell of death, Mold and filth. Waking up to a smell of fresh sheets, had me sitting up in a fright. I don’t know when the last time I’ve smelt fresh sheets was.

I look around the room, it’s a big fancy room, everything had soft tones and looked extremely expensive.

How did I get here? Memories of the day before began to come back to me. I was sent to the auction house to be sold to some old man and used as pleased.

Being bought by a man with a deep voice and a mask on his face. Then the fake painting.

The sound of approaching footsteps had me freeze up in fear a woman walking into the room. She ignores me and picks up a pile of clothes from the sofa against the wall I hadn’t noticed until now. She walks back out of the double doors she entered from.

When she returns minutes later, she looks my way. “Do you want me to run you a bath first or do you want to eat breakfast first?” She asks in a bored tone.

It startles me. I nod mindlessly.

She gives me a look before shaking her head mumbling under her breath. She walks toward a different set of doors.

I sit on the bed hugging my legs. I was terrified.

When she returns, I look up at her.

“I ran your bath… The bath is in there. I’ll make your breakfast while you’re in there. Any allergies I need to be made aware of?” she asks showing me where the bathroom is with her finger.

I shake my head. I wasn’t allergic to anything, or I didn’t think I was. I wouldn’t know I grew up on ramen noodles and peanut butter bread and jelly.

She gives me a look before leaving the room. I sit there dumbfounded for what feels like forever before I walk to the bathroom, she directed me to.

My legs feel numb. Why is she being so nice? Where’s the man that bought me? Why would he bring me here?

I open the door to see what I would describe as a royal bathroom. The bathroom walls tiled all the way up to the ceiling. The tiles are marble. I run my fingers over. It even feels expensive.

My eyes find the bath and my breath gets knocked out of my lungs. It’s so fancy. How could anyone ever use this bath? It should be on display in some art gallery. It’s a pinkish/ White marble free standing bath with gold legs. My gosh. It’s so cute…

The entire bathroom looks like something out a magazine. I shrug off the short and shirt I woke up in. someone must have changed my clothes, I give myself a pat down. When I look at myself in mirror. I see nothing amiss. Thank God. I can’t imagine what they could have done in my sleep.

I get into the tub. I close my eyes. I’ve never had a bath before. It’s my first time. The past three years I didn’t even get to take a shower. We were hosed down once a week depending on how John felt.

John bought me frown my gambling father to pay for his debt. I had a little brother Jamie. My parents wanted to send him to private school so I was the only way they could think of to make that happen. John kept me in his basement for two years waiting for a chance to sell me to the highest bidder. The auction house contacted him about buying me and the other three girls he had down there. I just graduated high school when I was sold, I couldn’t even make it to graduation.

I wasn’t the best student, but I was getting good grades, I was going to attend community college and then get my degree. I was writing online novels, to save up to go to a good university. All those dreams were shoved into a garbage shoot. I will never be able to do anything I set out to do.

Is it disappointing? Yes definitely. But you’ve got to roll with the punches. I’ll make the best of whatever situation I find myself in now.

At least I have the privacy to take a bath in peace.

Grabbing the shampoo washing my hair. I can’t remember the last time I had my hair washed. I feel like I’m living in a palace.

I take the body wash and begin to wash myself. I’ve never felt cleaner. Feeling clean I grab one of the white towels to dry myself.

When I entered the room again, I see a sweat light grey sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. Underwear as well.

Checking to see everything is in my size. I quickly got dressed and walked over to the window where I looked out. There’s a garden below my window. I look out to see a man standing on a ladder trimming a tree.

I wonder what happened to the man who bought me. Am I here to serve him?

I clench my fists.

“Miss your breakfast is ready.” The woman from before tells me.

I turn to her she walks in with a tray in her hand. She walks over to the desk and places the bowl on the table and a cup.

“Master ordered me to make you soup, it’s chicken soup, you’re too thin…” she says before walking out of the room.

I watch her leave before I take a seat on the chair in front of the desk. The cup has coffee in it.

I take a sip and almost moan out. It’s got a chocolatey undertone. I love it.

It’s a little bitter because there’s no sugar in it, but I don’t mind it.

I take a sip of the soup; it doesn’t taste like any chicken soup I’ve ever tasted. Once in a blue moon my mother would make chicken soup when my brother was ill, and I’ll get whatever he didn’t finish. It wasn’t anything like this. This tasted really good. I’m not a big fan of soups but this is great and there’s huge chicken chunks in this soup.

Before I know it, the soup and coffee is finished. I’ve never been this full in my life. I’m actually feeling really uncomfortable.

The woman came back in this time she introduced herself. She collected the dishes onto a tray before turning to face me. “Master ordered me to take care of you while he’s away. My name is Mia, I’m the housekeeper. Master ordered me to provide you with whatever you need or what, is there anything you want or need? Books, something you want to watch on tv?” she asks.

I nod. “Thank you…” I whisper out. “My name is Grace…” I tell her.

She nods. She walks over to the wall by the dress. She picks up a remote. “This remote controls the tv.” She says before pressing a button.

My eyes widen when the tv appears from the dresser. Wow how rich is this master? He did pay fifty million for me. That would last me my entire lifetime and I’ll still have half that left.

“Are there any books you’d like to read? The door on your right leads to the library, you can read in there. You can get almost everything on the tv to watch so you’re not bored until master returns. I’ll be back with lunch. Is there anything you’d like to eat for lunch?” she asks.

My eyes widen. I get to eat lunch as well?

Why are they so nice to me? “I’d eat whatever you make. I’m not a fussy. eater” I tell her. Truly I wasn’t I ate whatever was at home. I didn’t have the luxury of being picky.

She nods before leaving the room.

When I first saw Mia, I thought she hated me. Now she doesn’t seem that bad. Though it doesn’t sound like she likes me, she at least treats me with respect. That’s so much more than I’ve gotten from my parents or John.

She leaves soon after and I explore the tv. I decide on a Kdrama that looked interesting. Called Goblin.

When Mia returns with lunch, I realize I’ve spent hours watching this drama. It’s really good though. I can’t stop watching it.

Pause it and get up to help her, but she tells me to sit back down.

A plate with four sandwiches on it is placed in front of me on the bed. A glass of juice is placed on the bedside table.

“Thank you, Mia.”

She smiles and nods before walking out of the room.

I pick up one of the sandwiches and look at it in awe, avocado, lettuce, tomato, ham, cucumbers, cheese and onion on the sandwich. I couldn’t believe this is my life. Watching tv in the middle of the day eating a sandwich made for a queen. This is the life I was too scared to even dream of.

I couldn’t help the happiness building up inside of me. I didn’t know why the master of the house was treating me so well, or is he trying to butter me up so my guard down before he rips away my soul? Am I being too dark?

When will the master return?

The sound of the door banging causes me to jump up. I spin around my heart rate speeds up and my hands clenched to my sides.

“Who-Who are you?” I ask stepping back.