Powerless
Evelyn's Point of View
I exhaled deeply as the aroma of pasta enveloped my nostrils, a smile stretching on my lips; so what if I was going through some shit right now, food was my favorite, and no matter how dark my mood might be, food was the only thing that could calm me down.
The lady in a black suit placed the tray of food on the table. I quickly pulled it closer before I started shoving the delicious pasta in my mouth, barely chewing on my food. As I finished the bowl full of pasta, I rested my head against the chair, letting out a satisfied sigh. At least I can face whatever might come with a full stomach.
“Miss, I've prepared a bath for you, please follow me,” a lady in a black skirt and white shirt said politely. I nodded without saying much and rose off the chair. I followed her upstairs. The apartment had white walls and black furniture. Everything was just dull with absolutely nothing to appreciate except the view of the city. Though it was already dark, it was calming and the only beautiful thing in this lifeless room.
As the lady swung the door to the room open, I made my way inside the room; there was nothing to admire. I just headed to the bathroom.
Taking my clothes off, I stepped inside the shower, letting the warm water ascend down my body, relaxing my stiff muscles and releasing all the tension my body had.
I guess this was all I needed to relax, and my leg was no longer hurting that much; I'm sure it was healing.
I grabbed the towel from the handle and wrapped it around my body, the other around my hair before I stepped out of the bathroom.
I halted in my steps to see Arthur standing by the window of the room, his back facing me. I wasn't ready to face this man at all, and only God knows what he was going to make me do. So I decided to walk back to the bathroom, just as I grasped the door handle.
“Come here, little thief,” I froze on the ground as Arthur's cold voice echoed inside the room. I had no way to run, I couldn't even dare to go against him, or else he might send me to that room again.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I stammered, a cold chill running down my spine. I didn't want to become his whore, nor did I want to die. Worst of all was going into that room; I almost lost my mind. In that room all alone, I wished he'd just leave me alone.
He turned to me, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. His black shirt was rolled over his hand, two buttons were left open, showing off a lion tattoo on his chest. My gaze locked with his, stern and cold with no emotions in them.
Damn it, Evelyn!
What the heck am I even doing looking at this man like that?
“I'm not repeating myself unless you want me to send you back to the red room,” my eyes widened at his words, the image of that room flashing in my mind, my limbs shook just at the thought of going back in that room ever again.
“I... I need to put on my clothes first,” my breath came in short gasps as I averted my gaze from him. He didn't utter a word as he started walking towards me, his gaze not leaving mine. I swallowed painfully as he placed the glass of whiskey on the coffee table before he continued walking over to me.
I quickly made my way to the closet, but before I could go inside, he grasped my hand, pulling me over to him, causing my head to fall on his firm chest. I quickly raised it, but his hand was now on my neck, making me face him.
“Little thief, everyone who lives under my roof must follow certain rules set by me,” his voice was low and husky. He leaned closer to my ears, his sharp breath caressing my bare skin.
My breath caught in my throat, a shiver running down my spine. “Let me go,” my words came out as a whisper, barely above a whisper.
“First rule, you don't speak when I'm speaking,” his lips moved against my neck, his breath sending a warm sensation to my skin. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to anger him, but I couldn't stop the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I don't know why I felt like this; I usually felt disgusted when a man got this close to me. The memories of that night would come back flushing in my mind, the reason why I couldn't allow Jax to come close to me. But with him, I didn't feel disgusted, but something different. I couldn't describe it.
“Second rule,” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, my heart began pounding so hard against my ribcage. “You are not allowed to touch me or my things, nor are you allowed to enter my room. I fuck you whenever I want, and you are not allowed to say no. Every single night, your job is to entertain me with a sexy pole dance, and I'd be the one to choose what to wear and what not,” my breath hissed as his words sank in, another feeling settling between my legs. I couldn't describe it.
Without warning, he scooped me into his arms and walked over to the bed before he tossed me on it like I was some weightless object.
“Please stop. I'm on my period!” I lied through my teeth, my heart banging against my chest. I could only be grateful that I was indeed on my period, or else what could this man have done to me? I'd find a way to get away from here by the time my period stops.
Arthur's gaze darkened as he threw a cold glare at me. He climbed on the bed, his weight hovering on top of me. Without a warning, he grasped my neck before slamming his lips against mine. My eyes widened as I tried to push him away, but he didn't stop. His kisses were cruel, devouring my mouth, forcefully thrusting his tongue in my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes as the memories of that night started flushing in my mind.
My hands were pinned against the cold floor. I screamed, I cried, kicked, but they wouldn't stop. I was helpless, I was powerless against them.
Sensing my tears, Arthur stopped kissing me. I moved away from him, curling my body into a ball at the corner of the bed, more tears welling up in my eyes. I hated feeling like this, being powerless against men. I've vowed to be strong and never allow anyone to make me feel like that again. But he just did, and I hated him for it.