Chapter 42

""Il help you..."

"So I could easily kill you then," Michael cut my word off mid-sentence.

But before he could get to the door, he tripped and fell on his knee. Damn! How long has it been since he hasn't eaten anything? When I appeared beside him and helped him to his feet, he was no longer surprised.

He then pushed me aside and entered the room by himself. He was not paralyzed to be assisted.

I clenched my teeth as Michael slammed the door shut. He silenced me. I went down the wooden stairs and took a spoonful of mushroom soup to his room. I also took medication to quickly reduce the man's fever.

I knocked while holding the food tray in one hand. I was standing in front of its room, and even if I wanted to go inside, it was already locked.

"I made mushroom soup and brought medicine. Eat first, then.."

"I don't eat poisonous food," he sneered.

"It isn't poisonous. All l want to do is.."

"Another one, and l'Il kill you."

As I turned away, my shoulder dropped. I simply left the food in front of the door and went to my room and locked myself once more.

I wanted to sleep, but I was tossing and turning in bed, and drowsiness was still eluding me. I was concerned about the man's health. If his fever had subsided and he had eaten.

I leaned up against the door and peered out. When I saw that the food was still there, I sighed sadly. And swapped it out for a new one.

I then sat on the opposite wall of the door, with the tray of food next to me. I would wait for him to wake up and then eat what I had brought. It was up to him if he became enraged. Because if something could go wrong, I wouldn't be able to leave. He was the only person who had the authority to decide on my freedom.

Until I realized I had a dream because I had

slept so well. The man appeared in my dream. He carried my deep sleep without hesitation after he looked at me. He led me to my room, gently placed me on the bed, and wrapped me in a blanket.

Then I slept until I woke in the middle of the night and remembered my dream had come true. I was surprised that he had picked me up, but I didn't know why. I smiled as the door opened, allowing him in.

"Come eat with me." He immediately turned around as the door closed behind him.

I was taken back at the time. What did he mean? Was my hearing accurate? He just invited me to join him for dinner? We haven't eaten together in the few weeks I was there. I was nervous, but I was also happy.

While eating quietly, I secretly observed his

every move. Because of the tension, I could barely move what was on my plate. I believed he was now fine. He was no longer red and appeared to be regaining strength. I sighed with relief at the thought.

"Stare at me again, and Il kill you," he hissed.

I was embarrassed and ate the food right away. I hadn't even looked at what I had swallowed, so I coughed up the food.

"Drink," he said matter-of-factly. He presented me with a glass of water. "Stupid."

I drank the water quickly and finished the food on my plate. I quickly apologized in front of him and ran back to my room my heart pumping heavily.

God! What am I thinking? I must despise him. My heartbeat was no longer normal. Lord, please help me! l'm falling for him... I think I'm falling for him. This is not possible! No!

I was dressed in a revealing nightgown again that morning, and my entire body was almost exposed. I exclaimed, unsure whether I would go down and face the man. But I ultimately decided not to.

The door swung open, and the man walked in. He was shirtless and immediately caught our attention. My heart skipped a beat, so I quickly shied down. While the man was staring at me, particularly my breasts. I quickly wrapped my hand around it. He did not own me, despite the fact that it had claimed me several times.

"How comes you haven't come down yet?"

"Doesn't your hand hurt anymore?" I asked, glancing at his no longer bandaged hand.

"Answer me!"

"l woke up late. I apologize."

He didn't respond, but he did take a step closer to me. I abruptly backed away, fearful of being hurt. But I was taken back when he carried me. I was speechless as a result of what it did.

I fixed my gaze on the man. I shook my head with its thick brows, the tip of its nose, its closed red lips, and its chest. I recalled the man opposite as Michael, the man who kidnapped me.

"P-please, take me down... I can walk by myself," I pleaded.

He didn't pay attention. When they arrived at the coridor, he simply lowered me. There was fried rice, ham and sausage, scrambled eggs, and hot coffee available. It sat down in the front seat and began eating quietly.

My mind was racing with questions. Was he bored, and why was it being so nice? What was the significance of its proximity to me? Why did I

believe that every move he made gave me a different hint? But I received no response.

After he finished eating, it quietly turned around and made its way upstairs to the room where he was sleeping. I finished the meal with a smile, and that day was different for her.

THREE WEEKS LATER.

I had missed my father, mother and Layla and I secretly hoped for the best for them. I hadn't heard from them in the three weeks I had been in the middle of the forest as I had destroyed Michael's cellphone.

It was difficult for me to ask, but i lacked the courage. Michael was a devil. Sometimes he'd be nice, sometimes he'd not. It confronted me correctly at times and violently at

others. I couldn't read him because of his

unpredictable behaviours and difficulty reading.

Happy birthday Layla!

I smiled as I reflected on Layla's birthday, which was today. The 13th of May. I almost forgot her birthday and because there was a calendar in the living room I remember. It was her birthday, and I wasn't there with her to celebrate it. I yearned for her my sister! I wanted to cry, but I refused to let sadness consume me.

I went to a waterfall, lying on a large chunk of rock, with the flow of water freely falling on my body. Michael was not present, so I was free to take a bath despite the fact that it was forbidden to me to visit the falls. He had left as soon as I woke, and he had only left a message note in the refrigerator.

My eyes were closed, and I could feel someone

staring at me. His eyes met mine as soon as I

opened them. The demon was staring at me right there. The man was naked, and water poured freely behind his back towards me.

I felt a surge of heat. So, before my heart and body betrayed me, I pushed the man away but he refused to move. His hand caressed my exposed thigh gently. I was stunned! I was only dressed in thin white nightgowns.

His eyes were filled with admiration as he watched me lie down. I had to control myself, and perhaps-

God!

When his hand caresses my womanhood, I closed my eyes. With each of his touches, I lurched again. He had claimed me for a week, and my body was overjoyed for him.

I screamed at his caress and finger play with my

Womanhood. When I opened my eyes, my hand

seemed to have its own mind and caressed the man's wet chest. For the first time, I felt his hard chest, and everything else faded away. In these moments, the only thing on my mind was the two of them beneath the falls.

I closes my eyes as our lips meet. This was the first time the man had kissed me with extreme care, respect and admiration. I felt the self - restraint with every touch of him on my body, and I would admit that I was already burning with heat, and not enough water from the falls could cool me down.

"Ahhh!" I moaned.

It grabbed my breast and squeezed it, and he took off my nightgowns without hesitation.

My body was exposed to his gaze. I felt no shame when he looked at my body in awe, as if it were the first time he had seen it.

"He took Vicky from me, so I take you.."