Chapter 60 Temporary Freedom
\[Lilia\]
The following day came, and I roused alone in the bed.
Aya must have woken up much earlier than me as the side of her bed had been long cold and the sun penetrating from the heavy drapes shining directly into my face.
I raised my hands to block the sunlight and squinted my eyes while pushing myself up from the mattress, releasing a loud yawn. Stretching my arms above my head before edging myself to the side of the bed and swinging my feet, standing and going towards the drapes, pushing them to let the light inside our room, just as the door opens.
“You’re awake,” Aya came in, pushing a cart table carrying on top was my meal. “I thought you’re going to be asleep till the afternoon,” she added, opening the stainless steel cover and revealing a roasted chicken and carbonara pasta and a full pitcher of lemonade.
To confirm what she said about me oversleeping, I throw a glance towards the wooden table next to the bed and look at the flip clock, seeing that I have indeed woken up a bit late. It’s nearly quarter past ten in the morning. No wonder my stomach began to protest, reminding me to feed the monster I petted inside my belly.
“I’m sorry about last night,” I sigh, remembering how I behaved toward her the previous evening, which consisted of acting like a total brat over matters in which she had not been engaged.
“It’s okay. You’re clearly upset, and I understand,” she softly offered me a smile, pushing the table cart towards the small round table in the middle of the corner set couches, setting up my breakfast. I moved closer to her and took the seat she had prepared for me, watched her fill the empty glass with lemonade she brought for me.
My stomach grumbled again, and I went to pick up the spoon and fork. However, the thing that happened last night came to my head once again, dampening my appetite, painstakingly reminding me of my situation and how Kael sees me, not a person but a mere object centered on his pleasure.
It was disheartening, but at the same time, it seemed to be the fate in store for me.
“But, you can tell me about it,” Aya's voice broke into my train of thought again, and I looked at her as she went to circle around the table and sat across from me.
“It’s Kael,” I draw out a long sigh, poking the steaming roasted chicken with my fork, keeping myself from stabbing the food just as my frustration is starting to consume me.
The thought that there are thousands of families who haven’t got enough portion of food on their table came to me. I have been in that situation before when I struggled to keep my father, and I survived the week, knowing what it feels like to live in the deep end. Now that I have the privilege to eat food that would cost me a whole month’s salary, regardless of the circumstances I am shoved in, it does not mean I am entitled to waste it just because my mood soured. It is not on my tier.
“Apparently,” Aya mumbled in a matter-of-fact tone, and I only threw her a soft glare through my lashes, and my lips thinned in disdain, but said nothing as she went on with her statement. “Lilia, I may be your personal maid, but I am also your friend. You can tell me everything you feel you want to share.”
I bite down the inside of my cheeks, contemplating whether I would share with her what really had transpired in that islet. The coil tightened around my stomach, and I could hardly decipher it as hunger or anticipation about the heat Kael and I shared at that moment was eventually ruined by the mere fact that he did not see me wearing the damn ring he gave me. However, that wasn’t even the worst part of it.
“He took me to a place, somewhere he called exclusive for himself,” I began, not knowing if I was really going to tell her everything, yet I know she is an intelligent woman, and even if I don't speak about what exactly happened, she had already figured it out on her own. So, instead, I resorted to telling her about how I felt.
“I’m a fool who fell right to his trap,” I say to her, trying not to crack my voice as my throat tightens while I continue talking. “I know my place here. He bought me for a reason, and that is to sate his needs. I am a fool for mistaking it for something entirely impossible to happen,” I paused for a time, biting down the emotions that were beginning to interfere with my ability to speak, and then went on. “That he cared for me in the least.”
Aya tilted her head, staring me in the face with her quizzical gaze. “Doesn’t he not?”
“No…apparently not.” Before looking into her eyes, I gave a slight shake of my head and did my best to suppress the trembling that was threatening to come forth in my voice.
“I’m just his pretty little kukla he can toy and flaunt with anyone, anytime he wants. Disregarding my feelings with no remorse. Aya, he is a terrible person. A monster incarnated as a man.” I continued on, letting go of all the emotions I had been harboring.
I have detested Kael from the very beginning, but what I could not fathom was why, whenever he is in close proximity to me, I immediately lose control of my mental faculties, and the next thing I know, I am fawning all over him. The very devil terrorizing my feelings and whom I despise the most has his hard shaft pounding between my legs, filling me in the most pleasurable way I've ever been able to conceive of.
I am indeed a fool. Stupid bird brain.
“Oh, Lilia.”
Aya must have seen my inner turmoil and the frustration plastered on my face as she reached over for my hand and gave it a tight squeeze. I only gave her a meek smile. Just then, I remembered something, and an idea came up to my mind.
“Don’t you want to roam the place around? Kael had granted you a day off. Can I come?” I suggested, staring at her hopefully. I do not wish to stay in this place where I could see Kael’s face wherever nook I look. I wanted to see fresh scenery, to enjoy Italy only for a brief period of time.
Kael and I made a deal that he could do whatever he wanted with me just to give Aya time for herself. I also remembered that I did promise him to stay in this room, but after what happened last night, I think I deserve a break as well.
Aya gave me a thoughtful look as she considered my proposition, her facial expression muddled with uncertainty.
“Yeah, but are you allowed?” She quizzed out, hesitating about the notion of me going out without Kael’s permission. However, I had already made up my mind, and whether he would agree or not, I would still go.
“He can fuck himself,” I muttered in annoyance. Aya seemed to have seen the determination on my face, and then she nodded.
Though there’s something that we need to get through first before we can fully celebrate our one-day freedom.
“Okay, but what about the overgrown guards?” She inquires, glancing over the door where the hoodlums have stood guard outside our room.
“Don’t worry about them. We can find a way around them.” I say to her with much confidence. I had already escaped them before, though it did not end up well, but what harm could it do to us here in Italy?
Surely, people around here do not even give a damn about us.
“Alright, finish your breakfast, and when you’re done, we’ll go.”
Finally, Aya seemed to be convinced of my plan and agreed to it. She nodded at my food, encouraged me to finish as quickly as possible so that we could get ready for the day and make a list of the tourist attractions that we planned to see in the area.
At least I am excited about this aspect, and for once, I could feel free again, even though it was only temporary.