Strip!

Adele's Pov

Unlike the past few weeks, I woke up early, did my business in the bathroom, dressed and patiently waited for them to unlock the door. It's a common everyday routine for me to be locked in after dinner. I smiled as soon as I heard the shuffling of keys and the sound of the door unlocking. I could hide my smile when the door opened. It wasn't an unfamiliar face this time, it's a face I've been looking forward to seeing after our last conversation. 

“Hey!” I greeted cheerfully

The little smile of my face expanded reaching my ears and eyes, I picked on the edge of my clothes waiting for answers as he stood at the door looking at me. 

Ace was standing at the door but he was looking at me differently, there's something different about his gaze. Something I can't decipher. 

His dark eyes glaring at me, he towered against the door. His look piercing into me, slowly and confused, I lowered my gaze to my feet. I felt small under his gaze, extremely tiny, words eluded me as I waited for him to say something. Anything at all. 

He moved to the side, using his hand as a gesture for me to lead the way. I blinked several times before heading out of my room taking soft steps out as I listened to his bold steps on my trail. 

I step into the dinning Hall and again all eyes we're in me but I was as nervous and scared as I was the last time. 

I paused, took deep breaths with my eyes closed before walking fully Into the room, my heart was hammering crazily against my chest and my hands were stiff to my side with my eyes pinned to where I was going. I could feel sweat running down the side of my face, so I decided to sit farther from them. They all continued their conversation and I could breathe well knowing their eyes were no longer on me. 

I pulled the chair out and it made a noise as I dragged it out. I wasn't expecting it to be that heavy. 

The screeching sound of the chair once again attracted their eyes and you could hear a pin drop. 

“She can't even do anything properly” I heard a female voice out first and they broke the silence. 

“She's not use to doing stuff herself”

“She needs a maid. She needs to be spoon fed”

I gripped the chair tightly, my nails almost pressing into the wood on the edge. 

“She's spoiled, I need Killian to give me some alone time with her and I assure you guys she'll adjust in no time” A familiar voice said, it's no other than the fully tattooed lady I met at the garden said. 

“Honestly, Marty is the right one to handle her” I saw them from the corner of my eyes. 

I rolled my eyes, blinking gently as I let go of the chair with a slight push which wasn't light at all, stormed out of the room and made my way to Killian office. 

I barged in without knocking, only to meet an empty office. I can feel my temperature rising from the anger as I clenched and unclench my fist and teeth. The tears in my eyes were threatening to fall as I angrily let out a small scream. 

I'm tired, I'm fed up. 

I don't want to continue living like this, I can even have my food in peace. My heart was breaking into pieces, my eyes were red from tears and anger and my knees were weak; they couldn't hold me up. 

“What are you doing here?” An angry voice boomed in the room and I fell with my bum on the ground, I looked at the door and him. They were far apart, I couldn't tell if he just entered or he's been here watching me the whole time. 

He pinched the bridge if his nose and his eyes were plunging holes inside my face. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked again, this time his voice was sharp and deep. 

“I won't repeat myself” he barked when after he didn't get an answer from me

“I want to leave, I want to go home. I don't like it here, I hate everyone here. I hate everything here. I want to go home” The strong, hard girl I was trying to play didn't last a second, all my walls fell and the shield I was putting up broke. I was a crying mess which made me angry but more importantly I need to leave here. 

“Get out!” He said in a voice I hadn't heard him use before. I look up to him with my teary eyes, tears blurring my vision but I can see his eyes were darker in his natural colours, the veins in his head were almost popping out the same with the one in his hand. He was fisting his hand so tightly that I was sure his fingers were piercing into his palm. 

No, I want to go home. I want to leave and live my life, I won't bother you. I'll lay for the damages I've caused you and I promise you won't lay eyes on me forever. I'll go far from you, from here that we won't ever cross paths. Pls, let me go, I'm tired of this hellhole!” 

My voice sounded strange to me, it's not like anything I've heard. My tears were flowing uncontrollably and my nose didn't stay idle, my hands were clasping together in front of me as I pleaded with him desperately. 

“Pls let me go, I beg you please” I chanted repeatedly. I must have repeated that word more than a thousand times, I cried more when I realized I was on my knees begging him to let me go. 

“Get the fuck out of my office, Now!” His thundered voice left me disoriented. 

“You're never leaving this place till I'm done with you, that's if I ever get done. I'm yet to start with you and you're already begging for your life?” He smirked “You should have thought of this before crossing paths with me” He stooped down to my level but he's still a head taller than me. 

“Scratch that, your father shouldn't have ever crossed paths with me, this is just the beginning. I'm still thinking of what to do with you and I think I'm done doing that” his voice was laced with excitement and something else I don't know. 

His eyes softened a bit, fear overtook my body and I shivered when his hand reached out to me. He grabbed by my upper arm and pulled me from my kneeling position, his soft gaze washed over me as he took some steps back. 

Relieved, his soft gaze gave me more hope than before, he took two she's back once again with his arms folded and his right hand fingers tapping his cheeks softly like he's in deep thoughts. 

I stood in front of him like I was in court, waiting for judgment to be passed. He's the judge and I'm the defendant. 

My feelings were missed, I was feeling different emotions at the same time. I wiped the invincible sweat from my forehead, my heart skipped a beat anytime he opened his mouth to say something. 

He was staring at me like he can see through me or trying to figure out what's in my head. 

He rolled his sleeves up with a smile which I found weird. I raised a brow at him when he moved past me to lock the door. He was a different person when he turned to me, the temperature in the room shifted and the tension increased. I felt the effects as the back of my neck stiff and the hair on my body stood as he moved towards. 

All the air in my lungs disappeared when he finally said something. It was like a low blow knocking me out. 

“STRIP!” He commanded in a voice I've seen him use on other people since I moved into this house. 

I'm sure my jaw was hitting the ground from how wide my mouth was opened. 

“STRIP OFF YOUR CLOTHES……... NOW!!’