My life is for his amusement
Aria's POV
I sat in a corner outside the house, holding my brutally injured hand with my other, less injured hand.
Both were injured, but only one was worse off than the other.
My blue top had already gotten stained with blood.
I applied pressure on the wound to stop it from bleeding further, before squeezing my eyes shut.
A tear fell.
All my life... I had never really experienced pain. At least not the physical kind.
But ever since the moment Luca matched into my life, it had been one pain after another.
Mentally, emotionally, and most especially... Physically.
His witch of a fiancée was beating me up while he just stood there... Watching, like my life was some movie for his amusement.
"Well... Isn't it?" I muttered to myself, my lips trembling as I stared at my arm.
My life was for his amusement.
The first was my ankle, and now my arm... Internationally or not, Luca was set to completely destroy me.
"Hey," A familiar voice called from behind me.
I didn't bother to turn, I knew he was going to come in front of me.
And he did.
It was Marcus
I kept my head straight, looking forward. I tried to stop my tears, I stopped sobbing... but the tears still flowed down my face.
Marcus didn't say another word, only just sat down beside me.
None of us spoke.
'What was he doing here?' I wondered, trying to stop my lips from trembling as the wind blew on my open wound.
Did Luca send him? Was he only here to make my already miserable life much worse?
I wouldn't put it past Luca to send someone just to mock me. To show me that he controlled me and there was nothing I could do about it.
After the first few seconds of silence, I felt my injured hand being raised and I hissed in pain.
I snapped to Marcus. "What the fuck do you want?" I said with a sniffle.
What?
Did he just want to make the wound worse?!
Marcus didn't answer. He looked at me calmly and raised my hand again.
I gritted my teeth in anger.
I wanted to hit him... To scream, to cry my heart out. But that was until I saw him bring out a little cream from his pocket.
"This is going to hurt a bit, but we wouldn't want you getting an infection now, would we?" He spoke softly, rubbing the cream on the wound.
"Ouch..." I hissed in pain squeezing my eyes shut.
Fuck... It burned.
I still wasn't sure about Marcus's motive, yet I allowed him to apply the cream on my hand.
Why?
Because...
I had a good impression of him right from the first time we met. Unlike the others, he didn't have a taunting look, nor was his face completely cold.
He cared about things.
And also he was the one who brought me the balm that cured my ankle.
Only that... Luca has sent it.
Had Luca sent him to?
To help heal my wounds after he was the reason I was afflicted with it?
The thought got me angry, and I yanked my hand away from Marcus's, ignoring the instant pain that followed. "Get away from me," I said with scorn. "Tell your boss that I don't want his damn pity!"
Marcus was a bit surprised by my sudden reaction. He tried to get my hand back. "If you don't allow me to take care of it, it's going to get infected."
"Then let it." I snapped, breathing heavily. "Wouldn't that get rid of me faster? That's what your boss wants isn't it?" An angry tear fell from my eyes.
Marcus stared at me for a few seconds without saying a word... The concern in his eyes became more evident. "I'm not doing this because my boss asked me to." He spoke slowly.
The words repeated in my head.
No...
It had to be a lie.
Because, men like Marcus were loyal bastards. There was no way he was going against Luca to help me.
I stood up, my body shaking in anger. "You're lying. Luca sent you didn't he?... Well, you can go tell that fucked up boss of yours that I refuse to allow myself to constantly be used for his amusement!" I turned to leave, but Marcus stood up and grabbed my less-injured hand. "Aria!" His voice was stern and commanding.
I didn't know why, but I froze for a second.
I couldn't move at all.
"I'm not doing this because of my boss!" He yelled, drawing me back to his side. "If u don't treat that wound of yours, it will get infected... And death wouldn't be the first thing that would happen."
"Do you want to feel pain?" Each and every one of his words touched me. It was as though they were speaking to my soul. "Are you ready to handle that much pain?"
I already knew that answer.
No...
My ankle pain was enough.
It didn't get treated at the time, and it hurt as though it was about to break for a few days.
Then I turned back around to look at him, my eyes swelling again with fresh tears.
"Relax, and let me do this." He muttered calmly.
I didn't know when I nodded.
Marcus placed his free hand on my shoulder and led me to sit down. Then he brought out the cream again and began applying it to the arm.
I sat there like a doll, watching him, his movement.
They were smooth, as though he had a lot of practice.
He took my other arm too and applied the antiseptic cream there.
I didn't even flinch... The cream stung, but... I was too enchanted with watching Marcus as he applied it to my body with all seriousness.
As if I were his only priority.
Was this Luca?
Did Luca send him here?
If Luca sent him to act this way, this nice...then Marcus had successfully played the role he had been assigned.
"I'm going to wrap your hands now," Marcus said after a while, bringing out two white cloths from nowhere.
The cream had cleaned most of the blood stains from my hands, but it still stained the white cloth as soon as it was placed on my arm.
But Marcus didn't look fazed.
He wrapped both my hands carefully with the clothes. Only then did he raise his head to look at me.
I had my gaze on him from the beginning, so our eyes met.
That emotion of worry was still there.
Was this still an act?
Luca really knew how to play emotional games with me.
He seemed to enjoy it very much.
"Why?" The words came out like a whisper. "Why are you doing this?"
Let's say I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it wasn't Luca who sent him.
Then why was he helping me?