Chapter 10

'You have done enough already,' I said, my voice shaking but the message was clear. I saw he took my words in, not sure if he should scold me or have mercy for what he had done to me.

'You are in pain, distressed. Come,' he tried to soothe me, but I saw his eyes were a little less warm then before, like he had to put all his effort in not losing his last nerve. I felt my lip trembling, wishing my hardest to get out of here. To let this all be a bad dream.

'I apologize if I hurt you, my love.' He took a step back, his eyes glimmering, determined to win me over.

'I want to be alone,' I said. He licked his lips as he thought it over. Not sure if he should grand me with it, just jet.

'You get half an hour. Take a bath, relax. Then meet me in the living room. If you are not there I am coming for you.' He watched me right in the eye until I nodded. He then quickly eyed the tray with breakfast, turned and left me, closing the door behind him.

I released a deep sigh I didn't realized I had been holding in the entire time. He had given me some space, for now. I swallowed, looking at the food on the tray. Food was the last thing I wanted. I walked into the bathroom, wasting no time letting the bathtub fill itself.

The water was steaming hot, burning my tears away, but not the hole in my heart and soul. I washed myself thoroughly. I washed and scrubbed until my skin was red, hurting, but feeling clean. I washed my hair, twice, rinsing it when I had applied the second load of shampoo in it.

When I stepped out of the tub I had never felt cleaner, or more sad and broken. I dried my hair the best I could and stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. I almost didn't recognize the woman I saw. All my happiness and fun had melted away. Sorrow was writing all over my face, as was pure fear. I braided my hair and then returned to the bedroom to get dressed. I chose a too large sweater and black jeans. I needed to be as unappealing as I could so he would leave me alone. So he would bore with me and my boringness. Please let him grow bored with me.

I had no clue how much time had gone by, by now, but I decided not to test the waters as I took a deep breath and opened the door of the bedroom. I ever so slowly walked into the hall and into the living room. He was sitting down on the couch, a laptop on his lap, a phone in his hand. He seemed concentrated, busy. I hesitated and wanted to turn around and leave again, but then he looked up and his eyes locked with mine.

'Hello darling.' I gave him a short nod, walking towards the opposite side of the room, sitting down on the single chair, the one that was the most far away from him.

'Have you eaten?' he asked me. I shook my head quickly. He sighed.

'I have to make one more call, then we will eat.' He watched his laptop once more. His tone made it clear that it was not discussion able. He typed some more on his laptop before he dialed a number on the phone. He brought the device to his ear, not once letting his eyes leave the laptop on his lap.

Whoever he was calling didn't even got a greeting from him. He went straight to business.

'Is it done jet?' his deep voice asked. I couldn't help but notice how demanding he sounded. How dominant. What did he do for a living. How could he live in a apartment like this?

'I have made it clear you what would happen if you would not meet the arranged time, yes?' He asked. If his voice would have a color it would be pure and black. I shuddered thinking about it.

'Don't disappoint me, we will meet on Hashima.' He suddenly ended the call, typing some more before he closed the laptop and placed it on the side table with his phone on it.

'Where is Hashima?' I asked before he could speak. He seemed surprised I spoke, and smiled.

'You will find out soon, but breakfast for you first, hmm?' He stood and walked away, in the direction of the kitchen. He didn't once look back, completely sure that I would follow him. Asshole.

I slowly got up, hating him with all I had, but also remembering the tone he used on the phone. He was somebody, somebody that was in charge over other persons, was leading some sort of production. What could it be?

He was already throwing eggs together, when I walked inside and took a seat. I was determined to say as little as I could, without angering him. His whole demeanor scared me, including his tone and physique. Would he ever let me go? What about my store. I had to open it tomorrow, people would miss me if I remained closed on a Monday.

'I need to get back home by tomorrow,' I softly said to his back. I saw him stiffen for a moment, not turning to face me.

'You are home, darling.' I swallowed. Would he get angry if I continued?

'My bookstore..' I started, not sure how to proceed.

'Yes that is something we need to discuss, don't we?' he said, turning with the fried eggs in his hand, placing them on a plate before me. He didn't fill a plate for himself, indicating to me he had already eaten. I still was not feeling hungry at all and shove the plate away, my eyes daring his.

'I need to open my store tomorrow.' His smiled turned into a grin.

'So feisty all of a sudden.' He walked around the table and sat down beside me, shoving the plate back in its original place, right before me.

I wanted to throw more words at him, to show him how determined I was, but I was too scared, to broken to do so. Instead my eyes filled with tears and I looked away. I did hear his sigh next to me.

'We will spend our evenings together throughout the week in your apartment, so you can lead your store and we can be together. But only when you will act like we are, together.' I met his gaze, wondering if he was teasing me, but he seemed serious enough, handing me a fork and motioning for me to eat.

I slowly took it from him, not using it to eat just yet. He raised his eyebrow.

'I have not poisoned it darling. Eat.' I placed the fork down.

'I am not hungry,' I said, only meeting his gaze for a few seconds, too afraid to see his reaction. He didn't even sigh this time. He took the fork, used it to gather some of the eggs and then held it out for me.

'But you will eat some,' he said. His tone was ice cold, threatening. I swallowed and even though I really didn't feel like eating I opened my mouth and let him place the food between my lips.

'Good girl,' he said, taking some more. For a few moments we sat like this. He feeding me, I slowly eating. Before half the plate was empty I turned away. I really wasn't eating any more. He placed the fork down.

'Are you still in pain?' he asked then. His tone lighter all of a sudden. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to tell him I was sore whenever I took a step and that the thought of his manhood entering me ever again made me want to jump from this top floor.

'Maybe we should go and see, if you are incapable of speaking,' he said, ice again filling his voice. I stood from the chair.

'I'm fine.' He stood too, cornering me into the kitchen wall.

'Don't make the mistake to think this was only for lust. I want all of you. I demand not only your body but your soul too.' He bowed closer and before I thought about turning my head away he kissed me. His lips were soft against mine, but demanding nonetheless. His kissed me deeply and with passion. We were both breathless by the time he ended it and rested his forehead against mine.

'There is a little black tube of salve in the bathroom, use it between your legs. It relieves the pain,' he kissed me on my forehead and then took my hand walking me back to the living room.

'I have some work to do, feel free to watch tv or read. Tonight we will eat in so we can leave for your apartment right after.' He released my hand and took his place on the couch again, placing his laptop on his lap. Questions about his work were haunting my mind, as his kind advice about the salve.

My mind was spinning, how could this man be such a monster one moment and a thoughtful one the next?

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