Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve
Kamari's POV.
Minutes had stretched into long hours and I was still locked in the bathroom. I grew tired of banging on the door, screaming at the top of my voice when I got no response.
If someone was out there, then they'd have helped me out by now.
The cold in the bathroom was beginning to make shiver so I stayed in the bathtub, filling it up with warm water but after a few minutes, it also turned cold and the tap stopped producing warm water for some reason.
I stepped out of the bathtub, curling myself beside the big ceramic.
My body shuddered form the cold, and I had no idea why the bathroom needed to have an air conditioner. It felt like the temperature was going lower every minute and my body was beginning to grow weak.
I placed my head on my knees, praying silently that someone would come to my rescue.
But as time passed by, even breathing became a hassle. My nostrils were becoming dry and every inhale and exhale became painful. I wrapped my arms around my knees, but it did little to help the situation.
My ribs were hurting, my skin was turning white and I couldn't even breath.
In that moment, the feeling of helplessness seeped through me, making tears gather at the corner of my eyes. Crying felt like my eyes were burning in such a temperature but I really couldn't help it.
I didn't know how long I'd be able to survive being in this room.
My lungs needed air but I could only breath in a little because the pain was unbearable. My cheekbones were starting to hurt from how hard my skin felt.
I started breathing with my mouth, taking in as much air as I could and while that helped, my body still trembled like it was on auto vibration.
My eyelids became too heavy to keep open and my heartbeat was slowly reducing. I wanted to revive myself, stay strong a little longer but my weak body couldn't endure anymore.
My vision blurred and just before I lost consciousness, the door swung open.
“Please…help me, I've been stu–stuck here,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
The figure who walked in came closer and the face came in view.
Luciano.
Though my vision alternated between blurry and clear, I could tell that his expression was etched with concern.
He came closer, crouching in front of me as he wrapped a thick bathrobe around me. I was too weak to even tell him that I felt discharge while in the position.
Luciano carried me in bridal style, heading out of the bathroom.
When he dropped me in bed, his gaze dropped to my thighs, his brows twitching.
“You're–” he stopped himself, lifting his head to me.
I darted my eyes at the sanitary pad at the edge of the bed, returning my gaze to Luciano. I really hoped that he'd get the message as it was a convenient way to speak without wasting energy.
Luciano lifted a brow, reaching for the sanitary pad and handing it to me.
I sighed with relief, sitting myself up as I took it from him. He stood there, his hands fixed in his pants while his eyes lingered on my body, like he was watching my every move.
I pursed my lips, “Please, turn around.”
His eyes narrowed like he wasn't ready to do that but at the same time, wasn't ready to argue, then he turned around.
With his back facing me, I stood up, grabbing the new panties on the bed. I had no idea how it got there but I quickly put on the sanitary pad.
“You can turn around now,” I muttered, but the moment I turned around to sit on the bed, I stumbled backwards.
Luciano caught me from falling, his hand firmly gripping my waist in a way that made me yelp.
I had no idea why I felt so relaxed in his arms, and before I could find my balance, he lifted me in the same bridal style, sitting on the bed.
I felt like a baby he was cradling to sleep right now and it felt so comfortable. His muscular body offered so much comfort that I didn't realized when I snuggled into him.
He gently stroked the side of my body, his eyes peering down at me, “How do you feel at the moment?”
I took steady breaths, relaxing even more in his arms, “I feel better.” I replied, my breath washing over my own face as my cheeks were pressed against his chest.
Luciano was the last person I should feel safe with. If nothing, he should be the person I should escape from. But right now, he didn't feel like the same man who bought me.
He felt so safe, so right, and I couldn't help but relish in this gentle moment.
“How'd you get stuck in the bathroom?” His question snapped me out of my thoughts.
As if on cue, the memory of how I'd gotten stuck there came to mind.
“Well, I was bathing and then the door suddenly clicked shut from the outside. I tried banging on the door but I got no response. A few minutes later, the temperature in the bathroom grew so low that I almost passed out. But then you came just then,” I explained, watching his expression move from concerned to fury.
He looked like he already knew who did it, and that made me curious.
“Do you know who did it? Who do you suspect?” I asked, my eyes searching his for the answer but he said nothing.
He gently placed me on the bed, pulling the sheets over my body.
“You shouldn’t worry about that. Get some rest, I'll come check up on you later,” He declared, his voice soft, making my heart flut
ter in a weird way.
And that was all he said before disappearing out of my room door.