Chapter 4 - Threat

Chapter 4 –

“Who-who are you?” I stumble backward until my back hits the wall.

The man frowns, he walks over to the love seat by the window, he casually takes a seat. He scans me up and down before slowly introducing himself. “My name is Andre Rossi. I’m the one who brought you here. My boss asked me to watch over you until he returns. I don’t know why you were at the auction house or if you were there to target my boss, one thing I know for sure, you so much as touch my boss and you’ll be six feet underground... You might look like her, but you’ll never be her.” He warns. “I warn you, don’t get too comfortable around here. It won’t take long before he throws you out like the other girls.” He sneers.

My gulp down the lump in my throat. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I stutter out.

“I’m warning you; I don’t know what he plans to do with you. But don’t get too comfortable in this room. Who knows what happens when he returns… You could be dead even before he returns. I’ll see how I feel about you as the week goes by.” He looks at me as if I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“I’m, I’m not trying to do anything. I-I don’t even know what you’re talking about…” I say hurriedly. Honestly, I was at the auction house against my will, I was bought against my will. All I did was accept my fate. I never wanted any of this. But it doesn’t seem like he’d believe me no matter what I said.

He eyes me before looking around the room. “All of this doesn’t belong to you. She’ll return one day and show who is boss. Remember one mistake and you’re out.” He stands walking closer to me. He eyes me with his judgy eyes one last time before walking out of the room.

I slump down to the floor. I couldn’t believe it. I was getting too comfortable here. One day and I was being put into my place. He was right, I wasn’t here on vacation. I was here against my will. I never had my freedom. I never will.

My life was one living hell after another. Why did I think now would be any different? What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I believe now would be any different than before? Why did I think the man bought me to save me? No, I didn’t think that. No…

I shake those thoughts out of my head.

I was forgetting I was sold and auctioned off to a man I have no idea is a murder or a good man. I need to remain on guard. What is wrong with me?

Who is she? I don’t even know what he’s talking about.

I breathe a sigh of relief once he’s gone. He scares me, not because he is built like a body builder, but the look in his eyes, it looked as though he could kill me in seconds. And I believe he could kill me if he wanted to.

I must have massacred an orphanage in my past life to be treated the way I’ve been treated all my life. Hell, I must have killed a king as well. A leader loved by many and cursed to suffer in all of my reincarnations. 

I used to love reading those kind of books, the reincarnations, I'm not a religious type of person but I do belief after we die we will be reborn.

The door opens again, and I jump in fright. Mia.

She frowns when she looks at me. “I brought dinner…” she says in a bored, placing the food on the desk and walking out again.

I look at my dinner. And sigh… Pasta in a white sauce and I assume that’s chicken. I have no idea what this is.

Once I’m done eating Mia comes back into the room. She takes the dishes and places them on a tray.

“In the morning a doctor will be in to check on your health. It’s master’s orders.” She says.

I nod. “Thank you…” I manage to whisper out.

Remembering the man of before I fear what the doctor might do, my experience with doctors, well I’ve only experienced one doctor. When John took me in, a doctor came in to make sure I was a virgin, it was one of the worst experiences of my life. Is that going to happen to me again?

Is he going to make sure I’m really a virgin? The only reason my family gave me up in the first place was because I was a virgin. If I had known, I would have picked some random man off the street and given him my flower. I might have actually become an artist by now. I would have been in my third year of university. Here I am sold from one person to another like a slave.

“Miss Grace? What’s wrong are you feeling unwell? Should I call for a doctor?” Mia asks.

My head snaps up to her. I shake my head frantically. I didn’t want the doctor. I didn’t want one anywhere near me.

Mia seemed cold and detached most of the time, yet it seems as though she’s warming up to me. I didn’t mind the ways he spoke or the way she looked at me, I found it comforting. Though I have no idea what her boss has planned for me. I wasn’t getting my hopes up. I could be dead tomorrow.

Did I really care at this point? At least the last moments of my life is spent in luxury…

I clench my fists. What has my life come to? This isn’t the life I’ve ever wanted to live. I had dreams, dreams to get out of the slumps and sell my art and finally move to another country away from my family. Travel the world. Spend the rest of my days in comfort. At this point I’m lucky to even be alive right now. Selling my art is a dream I’ll never accomplish, not now not ever.