Chapter 46 Turmoil
\[Lilia\]
“Oh my goodness, Lilia!” Aya’s shrilly voice pierces my ears faster than the light, blinding my eyes as soon as I stirred awake.
“Why didn't you change your clothes last night?” She chided, pointing out the dress that I still wore, clinging to my body for dear life while I am still curled in the middle of my bed.
I, begrudgingly peeled my eyes open, blinking the sting away. However, it was before long followed by a beating torment in my head.
“Uh, Aya, you know that I love you, but please my head is killing me,” I groaned, pressing my palm heel on my temple in hopes to assuage the twinge, but it was little to no avail.
“Were you drunk?” She queried, taking Kael’s coat off from the carpet that I had deserted the previous evening before I crept to bed. I was exhausted from yesterday’s extravaganza. I know I feel kind of little bad for leaving simple things for Aya to do it for me, but I wasn’t myself. All I wanted to do was melt away in this world.
I shake my head to get rid of all the fuzziness and focused on my surroundings, but it seems to have worsened my headache. I remember sleeping by the time the sun began to spread its rays into the world. What hour was that? Five? I don’t know.
“No, but I barely even get some sleep,” I protested, propelling myself up and taking the glass of warm water Aya gave me as soon as she saw me battling to balance my head.
“Oh, you came home late,” she stated, folding Kael’s coat in her hand and sitting down on my bed.
I chugged down the entire glass of water and afterward gave it back to her, and squeezed my head once more, rubbing my forehead, murmuring, “Yes, I believe that is the term.”
I do feel like I am drunk, well I have never been drunk before. Seeing my father drown with his liquors all day long makes me want to puke just smelling the awful scent of alcohol. I don’t understand why people were so drawn to that kind of addiction.
“Well, aren't you decked up?” Aya's voice yanks me out from my viewpoints, pondering with her look fixed on my fingers.
Everything that happened yesterday flooded my head. The embarrassment, the auction, the assault, everything. The ring he gave me. The ring he gave me. I promptly shot a glance down on my finger and saw the gleaming thing Kael had slipped on it. No big surprise why it grabbed Aya's eye.
“This is beautiful,” she said, grasping my hand to have a superior look at the precious stone. I hadn't taken it off the previous evening; I was terrified to the point that if I did, I would lose it. I was confused with all the happenings last night, my sentiments generally muddled up to even think straightly. With Kael messing with my heart, and then Val, who showed me something more like an affection I did not expect, sending me to another deeper turmoil.
I gaze at the piece briefly, shifting my hand and letting the sun beams coming from my window hit the stone, allowing it to sparkle. It is very weighty, yet the value is as well.
I breathed out, loudly, appreciating it yet feeling apparently not okay that I am the one wearing it.
“It is, beautiful, and expensive twice the price I have been sold,” I said, downheartedly.
“Master Kael gave this to you?” She looked down at me quizzically, faking her gaze off my finger.
“Yeah,” I mumbled in response, my body seemed drained from all that occurred in just a span of a day.
“And why with the downcasted face?” She quipped, tipping my chin with her fingers. I just sigh exaggeratedly, thinking about the reason why Kael put this ring on me.
To show his possession, to adorn me with all these bijouterie as his living kukla. His center of entertainment.
“Well, aside from you, no one really sees me as a human being,” I grumbled, looking around the room, noting all the overindulgence surrounding me, but none of this had ever mattered without my freedom. My own personal kennel.
“All those possessive ego-centric maniacs unnerves me.” I frowned, groaning in detestation.
Last night, the way Kael held me in his arms while I was cradled on him. The way I was so attracted to him physically, that I shouldn't be feeling in the first place. The kiss...it wasn't like the first time, it wasn't forced. I was opening up to him, giving him access.
I must be mad for letting my defenses to disintegrate into dust. It’s as if he had never humiliated me, hurt me.
My head was so muddled up that I don't even know what I was doing.
This ring, this collar...my hand flew instantly on my neck as I feel the other piece of jewelry that beast put on me. Oh God, I still had the collar on.
“Even Val?” Aya caught my attention once more and I look up to her. She had her one brow raised aloft, curving so completely in wonder regarding how I feel with that huge kind of a man.
“Even that giant ruffian,” I muttered, my shoulders falling at the thought of that man.
Val was ever gentle to me. He never held me in places that would make me feel uncomfortable. He did feel me so warm and safe, and last night his actions towards me feel something.
And I don't know what to feel anymore.
“Anyways, to cheer you up, what do you want to do for this day?”
Aya must have sensed my melancholy, and tried to cheer me up. I gave her a long sideways glance and look around my boring room.
“What else could I do inside this room, Aya?” I complained, collapsing my body down on my bed and staring at my reflection on my mirrored ceiling.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Aya frowning and sighed loudly, setting down the glass on my side table.
“We can play games. I can borrow some board games and cards from the gardener. They play a lot.” She grunted, capturing both my hands, trying to pull me out of my bed.
I thought about her suggestion for a second, and honestly, it would be a good idea.
“Well, that’ll do,” I finally agreed and sit up. Aya beamed from ear to ear, jumping excitedly.
“Right! Now go take a bath—”
However, her happiness was cut short when the door of my room suddenly burst open and the man that was messing with my feelings suddenly strode in in his handsome glory.
He had already taken a bath, dressed in a long-sleeved royal blue shirt, tucked neatly into his black pants, immaculately polished leather shoes.
“Master Kael,” Aya instantly acknowledged his presence and bowed her head.
I could hear stimulations being close to him as I recalled what happened yesterday when he yelled at her.
My body immediately stiffened as his gaze landed on me and narrowed his brows upon seeing that I haven't changed my dress yet, let alone have taken a bath.
I fought a squirm from coming forth and steeled my spine, meeting his burning gaze.
“Pack her things, we’re leaving this afternoon,” he stoically stated.
I instantly look at him quizzically, “Leaving? Again? Where?”
My body still hasn't recovered yet from the occurrences yesterday, and now he strode into my room, announcing that we are to depart at this very sudden notice.
“We’re going to Italy.” He promptly says and turns around, leaving us in befuddlement, but I jumps out of the bed before he could reach the door and contended him with defiance.
“I won’t go with you.”
Kael immediately halted in his tracks and turned his attention all at once on me. Scorn graces his face and bridges the gap between us, looming his domineering presence on my petite frame.
“I think I have made myself clear, kukla,” he hissed, hands flying on my jaw, but he didn't hold me too tight that it hurts. It was kind of a mere warning that I refuse to give in.
Right at the corner of my eyes, I saw Aya with her eyes wide, shaking her head towards me as if to warn me not to open up an argument with Kael. She was right though, I won't have a chance with this monster. One way or another he could make things happen even though I am against it.
However, I could make some alterations to his plan.
“Not without Aya. I am not going without her,” I declared, meeting the searing mossy gaze that bore down on me.
Kael furrowed his brows, while Aya’s chinky eyes widened even more.
After quite a few moments and my heart thumped rapidly inside my chest, Kael finally spoke in approval. “Fine, pack your things too.”
I sigh in relief, soon as he lets go of me and turn his attention to Aya, I could almost see the way her soul flees her body just as he barked out his order.
“Make haste.”