I woke up in a drug like daze. Disoriented, foggy, my mouth dry and my body uncomfortably stiff. I looked around and didn't recognize where I was. The room was dim; candles being the only light. I tried so hard to remember what had happened, but all I had was flashes of the day. The last thing I remembered was being with Alois in the alley, while he tried to get some kind of sexual response out of me. After that it was all a blur. All I knew was that my confusion had transferred over to intense anger towards Alois. I felt a sudden energy and tried to sit up, but I heard a voice come from the darkness.

"Don't! You might rip your stitches!" I knew that voice.

"Alois?" I inquired.

He came out of the shadows, looking exhausted. His blonde hair a mess in his face. His eyes clearly radiating the guilt he felt. The most unusual part, being the clothes he was in. His night clothes. How much time had passed?

"What happened?"

He came closer, "this afternoon when we were out, you saved me from the men that tried to attack me. One of them must have had a knife, because you were stabbed. Do you remember that?"

I shook my head, "what time is it?"

"5:00 am."

"You've been here is whole time?" I was surprised.

He smiled, "I needed to make sure you were okay."

I chuckled, sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed.

"Your stitch-"

"Don't." I interrupted.

While I appreciate your concern Alois. That attack was more like a paper cut, so whatever damage the jerk with the knife thinks he did, was a joke. I kind of get some pleasure out of that. I'd be surprised if my wound wasn't already healed.

This is what I wanted to say to Alois, but of course I didn't.

"Don't worry, I will be fine." I don't know why I was so angry, but I was.

He kneeled in front of me and put his head in my lap, wrapping his arms around my legs. I heard a soft whimper. He was so dependent on me, and my heart almost broke. almost. I knew that I was important to him. I stroked his head gently.

"I thought you were going to die." He sounded so sincere, but a part of me hurt at the sound of his voice. After what happened there was something tainted about our dynamic. It felt false. A boundary was crossed, just to prove a point. I know he didn't mean any harm. But I wondered if I had been chosen, because by choosing me, as a women, he had an unspoken sexual gain.

"What does it matter if I live or die?" Let's play a game with him, since he has no problem playing games with me.

He let go of my legs and looked up in disbelief, "what, why would you even say that about yourself?"

He searched my face for an explanation with his piercing blue eyes. I looked away, afraid that I'd ruin it if I looked at him, because you could tell he was genuinely concerned. I couldn't hurt him unless I detached myself.

"I am just your servant, an object. My death is inconsequential to you." It was so hard to play this game, I didn't know why, but it was. Still, he had to learn his lesson.

He jolted up and sat next to me, "that isn't true. Adella, you are more than are my best friend."

I became suddenly filled with this intense rage.

"No I'm not," I casually pulled up the nightgown, only to expose a little of my upper thigh. "I am your servant."

I saw his attention drift, and his eyes were focused on my leg. But he looked up back at me, "Adella what do you mean? You're acting weird. I've always treated you better than any servant."

He was right about that, in a sense. "I guess so," I said and looked back at him. But when I looked back at him, but only with the intention of sending a message that he would know pretty well.

But he only just smiled back with eyes showing his same childlike innocence. He was like two sides of coin, constantly flipping to fit a situation. "See, you are just angry because of what happened in the alley, because now I know you have a crush on me. Don't be such a martyr, everyone has a crush on me," he winked.

I didn't know what to say, so I acted. I did something that I knew would make the point clear. It was fast, impulsive, but it was perfect.

"you're right, I do." I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. His crystal eyes in shock.

I leaned down and kissed him. At first he didn't respond, but I felt his arms wrap around me and he started to kiss me back.

"Do you want me?"

He nodded.

I sat back up and took off the nightgown and you could see the awe in his face. I could feel the pressure underneath me. He started to pull up his nightgown and I felt it. Warm and thick, right there at the entrance. I could feel myself getting scared. This was happening. Had I wanted to go so far to prove a point? He started to feel me up, touching everything in awe and curiosity. I had gone this far, what do I do now? But then I heard him say something and I finally had a plan.

"I love you," he said as he brushed the hair out of my face.

I leaned down and started rubbing against him, "we can have sex right now. I will have sex with you, and I will make it wonderful. But I will not love you. I will not make you feel special afterwards. I will walk away and leave you there, like an object. I am your servant. You make me more to you and you try to make me special and yet you chose me clearly to be a sexual being to you yesterday. If you want to have sex with me right now then I will, but don't expect that afterwards there will be like what we saw today in the park. What you saw, wasn't lust. It was more than that. You just said you love me, if you loved me than you wouldn't want to force me to prove that I am attracted to you. You'd show me your love and then hope and pray I feel the same way. You'd try to get me to laugh, not get me to blush when you rub up against me. If you love me then don't have sex with me."

He furrowed his brows and I saw the childish anger in his eyes. I adjusted myself to the proper position and I started to lower myself and I felt part of it enter me. It was an unusual feeling but I kept going except he stopped me. Putting his hand on his member he said firmly, "no, I don't want to anymore."

I nodded and got off, "that's what I thought." I stood up and put my nightgown on. I started to leave the room, but I turned.

"I had to prove my point somehow, Alois."

"you're fired." He said, still lying in the same position. His voice monotone.

I nodded and left, filled with sudden sadness. I started to cry silently as I walked through the darkened hallway to my room.