Kiara's pov:I was left alone inside the car with the driver who looked to be in his mid forties. Clasping my legs together, with my hand on my chin, I reasoned my decision. Have I made the right choice?Eric had warned strictly that I could only contact him through a telephone line while at the office as he couldn't let me use a smartphone yet. Something might go wrong and they would be able to trail us down within minutes.The car door pulled open, disrupting me from my engraving thoughts. With my head now hinging on the glass panel, I watched Lucas get in, wearing a new outfit altogether. He looked nice but I shouldn't be thinking that. Right now, he was my potential foe who didn't think twice before threatening to end my damn life. "I'm not ready to go yet." I explained, my voice audible but calm.I didn't get a chance to inform Eric of my current situation while I was inside the office because I was being followed out."When you buy a slave do you ask if they are ready to go w
Lucas's pov:We drove silently, my attention centralized solely on my phone. I was texting Mario, an old friend who works with the CIA. I wanted him to assist with a background check on Elizabeth Murphy and her entire family. I needed information on her life since I would be keeping her with me.I chose Mario because he was likely to deliver faster and I could trust his research as well. Once we arrived inside the building, I enjoined Ray to inform Ms. Gaga to meet me in the hallway leading to the living room. "Where are we headed?" Mira asked shortly after Ray's evanescence."I'm in no mood for your endless talks. Don't ask questions and just move your stiff legs," I shunned her, my voice dripping with flint.I was just upset as to how she failed to recognize me. I wouldn't blame her, but I couldn't help it either. Somehow, I think it's best she doesn't remember because she grows totally uncomfortable and maybe starts avoiding me as well.She zipped her mouth, still walking slowly
Kiara's pov:Once we arrived at the kitchen, I met two more women, both had a gray apron in common. "Lizzy, meet Mama Parker and Mama Brown." Florida introduced pointing at the two elderly women, seated together around a circular table located at the center of the room.The two women, who were initially engrossed in their chit chat conversation, walked up to us, their faces plastered with confusion, passing a silent question of who the new face was to Florida."Hi, I'm Elizabeth. You can call me Lizzy, nice to meet you," I smiled at them, extending my hand for a shake."You're so pretty," she giggled, making everyone laugh, "call me Mama Brown, I'm in charge of the kitchen," She accepted my hand, smiling nicely. Mama Brown was black. She had thick eyebrows, a flat, small nose and a round face. Her baggy long gown covered her legs, fitting her fat figure. Her hair was dressed in a perm, she had dim eyes and looked in her late forties."Nice to meet you Lizzy, I am called Mama Parker
Kiara's pov: I stood at the entrance, glowering with pouted lips as I glared at Lucas who had a wide grin on his face. I had thought I wouldn't see him again for the rest of the day but just so it happens that he was everywhere. 'It's his house, girl!' a dull resounded inside my head, reminding me that he owned the place. Ha! He grabbed some baked pancakes on the white glass tray, walking towards me with the juice Mama Brown served him. "You like to play games don't you?" He whispered out of the blue, standing very close to me. I held my breath, as my dancing heartbeat started again. So far, this is the closest we've been. I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered the words to me. His little chuckle brought me back to reality and before I could ask what he meant, he was gone. I sighed, pulling a seat beside Florida. Mama Parker was seated as well, dipping fried chicken inside her sauce while Mama Brown served the dishes alongside two more youngsters in black and w
Lucas's pov: The room was dark just like I had left it. Carefully finding my way to the bed, I slumped feeling too enervated to shower. Whirling on the bed inorder to balance myself, my hand found a dead end, resting comfortably on a soft flesh. Soft and succulent. Soft, succulent and round. Soft, succulent and round with protuding titts. I squeezed further, my eyes piercing through the darkness as I wanted to confirm when my pillows were this real and fleshy. I heard a slight noise more like a muffled grunt, as a figure moved closer, clinging its arms around my chest. Suddenly, my heart fluttered as thrilling sensations brushed my skin, making my hand freeze at the moment upon realizing I was trapped and that my hand had found her breasts not pillows. She snorted gently with a yawn releasing her warm breath on my face as her hands grasped my shirt tightly. This has to stop, else I won't be able to hold back. My hands searched hurriedly for the table lamp that's normally kep
Lucas's pov:My eyes rested on Mira's fleeing figure as she forced herself into my suit wardrobe. My fucking suit. My stomach twitched at the thought of her dishevelling my well ironed dresses. Still a part of me found it amusing. Her little cretinous act made my lips curl up to a noticeable snicker.Why on earth was she hiding? It's pointless, because whoever was at the door wouldn't come in.I pulled the handle forward and Ms. Gaga stood at the door, carrying a glass tray of meals."Good-""I'm not hungry," I said, completely cutting off her greetings.Her bright smile vanished immediately as she turned to go after a bow."From now on, Elizabeth makes my meals,""Huh? But…yes Don," she looked surprised, as she nodded hesitantly."Tell her to get her fucking ass off that bed and start work! She's not here to sleep!" I warned, shutting the door with a loud bang. Walking briskly towards the closet, I pulled it open forcefully only to be greeted with a surprise hug. Mira fell swiftly
Kiara's pov: I stayed calm inside the wardrobe, the dark walls choked me as I couldn't breathe properly. I tried peeping from an apertured part but there was nothing, not even his footsteps approaching the wardrobe. A force pulled the wardrobe from outside and because I was leaning, I fell unexpectedly on his shoulders, my two hands gripping his coat. I was there for a moment, breathing heavily while his heavenly scented cologne assaulted my nostrils in a crazy manner. I wanted to stay there, in his arms like nothing else mattered than the both of us. But his harsh tone destroyed my impossible fantasy, pushing me away from his bods. "have you planned to ruin this as well?!" He sneered at me, dusting his clothes thoroughly as though I had infected it with a virus. "I didn't know you were going to open the-" I tried to defend myself. "Just shut up and get lost!" He yelled, pointing at the door. Once he told me that Florida was on her way to my room, I cursed beneath my breath
Kiara's pov:"What??!"My eyes almost jutted out as my brows raised high due to the illogical words that pierced into my tympanic membrane.That's totally preposterous. Lucas can't be serious. Does the everything he meant, included his meals as well?"Yes Lizzy, he made it very clear. His clothes, his room, everything single thing relating to him," She explained, as if reading my thoughts while she counted her fingers. "How am I supposed to do that? I don't know how to cook and,-" I asked, making a clear dissentment."That's why we are here; to teach you." Mama Brown replied. "Hey, you both, bring those berries over. How long would it take you two to wash it?" She nagged, questioning the two young girls."We are almost done. Just the calyxes and it's ready," Tamara riposted while Cleopatra dried the fruits with a napkin."Oh, it's here!" Florida ranted, jumping excitedly with her eyes on her phone screen."What? Your boyfriend sent you a present?" Mama Brown teased, brushing her elbo
Kiara's pov:Eric was exultant to hear the news. I gave him details of everything I espied and what I think was the reason why he made such a surplus supply. He was like a hungry dog eager to eat bones which are the news I fed him. He didn't care or ask how I was coping with these whole new scenarios or how much it affects my sanity. My options never mattered then and it still doesn't.I dropped the telephone, with a sigh, disappointment laying bricks in me. I lurched when I noticed Lucas approaching me.No, not him again!!!His calamitous eyes rested on mine, perforating holes inside me. Holes repleting skepticism and hatred.I gulped, the tension in me escalating beyond restraint. His impenetrable eyes and inscrutable countenance give little away but I sure knew what would happen next wouldn't be nice."I was just making an urgent call," I explained, without waiting for him to ask. I knew he must have seen me, so lying would only increase his curiosity.He stepped closer to me, tr
Kiara's pov:"What are you? a friend or foe?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, this time the gruffness of his voice doubled.My heart dropped inside my stomach. I felt my breath cease at once as my soul dissipated. I knew I was guilty but was this going to be it?The moment I finally die?Maybe?"I–" I coughed and spluttered, tears coursing down my face."Be reasonable with your answer because both have consequences," He warned, shoving the pistol inside my hair.What does he mean by that? That meant either way I was already trapped."I…I'm a slave," I replied instead, closing my eyes and praying silently that he doesn't pull the trigger."And What's a slave doing here?" He asked.I tried to turn but he fixed the gun firmly on my head. "One shot and you die. Don't try anything funny, raise your hands,"I lifted my hands slowly above my head with trepidation, literally angst.No…I can't die this way.The adrenaline surging through me whispered two words - fight or flight?In my small hea
Kiara's pov:It's been 216 hours since I got here, 9 days since I last contacted Eric and four days since the fainting incident. Yet, no news. There isn't anything strange or beyond the ordinary that I had to report.Everything was going smoothly so far except the part that involves my correlation with Master Lucas Hayes. He grows more haughty and malevolent with each passing day. Always finding fault with everything I do, his harsh criticisms pealing in my ears as my broken heart continues to shatter - tripling my hatred and disgust for him.If anyone was to be blamed for my fainting scenerio, it had to be him. It's clearly his fault because I worked my bones to the core because of his high and rapacious demands.Yesterday, he returned early out of the blue and demanded his lunch be served without delay. Since I had no idea he would be returning earlier than his usuals, I wasn't prepared.I ran helter-skelter about the kitchen, trying to figure out what I should prepare before he b
Kiara's pov:Echoes of gunshots and grenades engulfed the air….Their shrill cries advanced with the choking air, unfurling chaos inside her tiny head and painfully attacking the little girl's sanity.A little girl sat helplessly on the floor, scared as she was being traumatized by the piles of human cadavers lying scattered around, amidst the fire explosion. As the environment got deeply engulfed with hot flames, so did the innocent wails increase, singing a hopeless song. She was just there, her little eyes witnessing the ugly situation. Her eyes were blinded with hot tears, just as her heart shattered into several pieces. No one seemed to have noticed her, for they all seeked solace and their own safety, abandoning the little girl at the mercy of the flames."Mom!!! dad!!!..." She wailed, sobbing.Like a miracle, an elderly man appeared in front of her, his clothes covered in blood from the shootings and war."Don't worry child, mama and papa are in a nice place," he spoke softly,
Kiara's pov:With a heavy heart, I left his room and flounced down the stairs imprecating curses on the day our lives tangled.At the kitchen I resumed my cooking tutorials, with Mama Brown handling the class. I stood beside her, carefully observing every detail she practiced.I wasn't just doing this to impress Lucas, in a way it was for my own good as well. I'd love to garnish my own meals myself as well. "Once the water is boiled, we add the per boiled rice. Check the rice at intervals and ensure it doesn't get burnt. Lucas loathes burnt meals," She warned strictly, adjusting the knobs to control the flames from the cooker.I nodded."Here, select the ingredients for tomato stew." Mama Brown passed a bowl of ingredients towards me.I collected the bowl. Taking a seat, I picked the ingredients and separated them. She had taught me the ingredients to use and I learnt that pretty fast.After selecting the spices to be used, I passed the bowl back to her and helped with chopping the v
Kiara's pov:Just as she was about to step her in, I trapped her foot with the door."Ouch!" She flinched."I'm so sorry, just give me a minute. Step back a little," I apologized, adjusting the door for her to remove her leg. I rested my head on the door, so she wasn't able to see me clearly.She grumbled and pulled her leg out. I shut the door immediately, running over to the bed to get my wig. It wasn't there.It wasn't anywhere."shit! Where are you? come out wigg...I need you…." I murmured needly, my eyes scanning the entire room like a weapon detector. Except I wasn't looking for a weapon but a fucking postiche.Frankly speaking, if I was the wig, I would rather not come out. After all, she had hurled me infuriatingly at the wall last night.After some minutes, I sighted a little ginger colored hair behind the blue silk curtains. Smiling, I picked it up, dusting it carefully as I sauntered towards the framed reflecting surface, forgetting someone was waiting in front of the door
Lucas's pov:I turned on the shower and laid in the tub for a few moments, using a mask to cover my eyes. The tepidness of the water, invigorating my bods, dispersing neutrality. After some minutes of tranquility, with my muscles and joints fully relieved, I stood up from the bathtub and covered my nudity with a towel hung at the hanger stand. But then I noticed a set of white frillies on the hanger as well.I gawped in doubt, completely baffled as to why a female undies was lying attractively on my hanger.I heaved, completely nonplussed due to the improbable sight before me. I took them off the hanger, the feel of the silky fabric on my hands sent tingling sensations over my skin.Damn!"She's so uncoordinated, but yet, she attracts me with her silliness," I smiled, closing the bathroom door.If her undies were here that meant her bag should be somewhere in this room as well. I took my time looking for it until I spotted it under the bed."Very likely of her," I sighed with a chu
Kiara's pov:He was just like Eric. The same oppugnant and ferocious nature, except he had these captivating set of eyes.Eyes that said 'yes' when he actually meant 'No'. Always setting a trap and letting you fall to it. I can't watch myself lose the fingers I used to sign the contract.I knew my moments here were like a timing bomb and I did explode the minute I got caught. Was I scared of death? Fuck! I had sentenced myself to death the moment I agreed to this suicidal mission.Through out that morning, I forced my feeble limbs to work nonstop against it's will since I couldn't imagine sacrificing a fucking finger for some heinous ass hole. By the time it was noon, I got my chance to breathe because staying in the kitchen all day deprived me of air. It was finally leisure time but not completely for me though as I still had some salient issues to handle.This was the perfect time to get my things from his room and not be caught since everyone was in the kitchen cleaning up.I hur
Kiara's pov:"What??!"My eyes almost jutted out as my brows raised high due to the illogical words that pierced into my tympanic membrane.That's totally preposterous. Lucas can't be serious. Does the everything he meant, included his meals as well?"Yes Lizzy, he made it very clear. His clothes, his room, everything single thing relating to him," She explained, as if reading my thoughts while she counted her fingers. "How am I supposed to do that? I don't know how to cook and,-" I asked, making a clear dissentment."That's why we are here; to teach you." Mama Brown replied. "Hey, you both, bring those berries over. How long would it take you two to wash it?" She nagged, questioning the two young girls."We are almost done. Just the calyxes and it's ready," Tamara riposted while Cleopatra dried the fruits with a napkin."Oh, it's here!" Florida ranted, jumping excitedly with her eyes on her phone screen."What? Your boyfriend sent you a present?" Mama Brown teased, brushing her elbo