Chapter 2: The Blue Eyed Man
It felt like a dream, maybe I’m dreaming, because this cannot be real. I was out of my cell after months and walking the corridor with two n behind
and my buyer before
leading the way. The windows were shut and barely any light ca through. I just watched everything with my broad eyes because I felt like a newborn baby brought into the world for the first ti. I thought I would spend years in that cell and let death take , I thought that was the reason he bought
but it seems like I was wrong.
His words earlier to ... about
being useful and showing my worth, what does he an by that?
He suddenly halted and I did too. The ground was cold because I was barefoot and the movent got my chains hurting my skin more, but I was more focused on what will happen next than worrying about my pain.
He diverts to
and I got a better look at him, he was well lustrous, maybe a noble, because he looked like one all polished up in his light blue suit and his gelled hair slick backward, I caught notice of his mustache, perfectly structured under his nose, he appeared to be in his forties but sothing tells
he was older than that.
He placed a hand on his chin, and I couldn’t deny how handso he looked.
"You look awful," he nods. "I can’t have you out there like this" he mumbled under his breath.
"Get , Teresa!" he said to one of the n behind
and I heard retreating footsteps.
My hand balled in a fist when he circled
as his uncomfortable eyes road my body, I was still on my rags but it felt like he was undressing
with his eyes.
He stopped before
and gripped my chin but I remained still as my dead eyes stared back at him.
"Interesting..." he mused. "Are you not afraid, my precious?"
Why does he call
precious? I’m anything but that.
"I haven’t heard you speak since I bought you"
I was locked away the mont he purchased , there was no need to speak.
"Speak," he commanded. But I remained silent. He gripped my chin more harshly making a whimper release from
at his uncomfortable hold. His touch was icy cold too and it sent all warning signals to my head.
"Hmm... at least you make a sound"
"I’m here, tell
love what do you need for , I’m busy with the preparations already"
I heard a feminine voice behind .
"Ha, Teresa there you are" he lets
go like he was done with
but I had a feeling that it was the opposite.
"I need your help getting my prize ready"
I felt her gaze on
from behind.
"Oh is this the one?" I heard the clicking of heels, my gaze was leveled so I set my eyes only on her shoes, they looked different from the sully ones I wore at the orphanage with barely enough soles to keep them together, these were expensive ones, I concluded in my head for I have never seen shiny shoes before. "The one you kept locked up for a year"
A year? I was locked up for a year?! I lost count so I guess it was set right.
I felt her hand on my chin as she forced
to look at her. What is with these people and my chin? Or more making
look them in the eye?
She’s beautiful, so beautiful but it was the makeup that made that possible, blonde hair in heavy curls and kept in a bun, her gray eyes pinning on . She let
go and next disgust found her features.
"She’s filthy" she wiped her hand she used to touch
with a white handkerchief.
"And you’re the only one I can trust to make her at least presentable"
"Here I am getting ready for the event, a tireso work you have imposed on
and now you want
to do what? Babysit her?"
"Shh..." he made a sound as he grabbed her waist so that his lips were to her ears, he mumbled sothing to her that I couldn’t hear.
"Ugh!" she growled, pulling away and facing
with an unpleasant look. "Follow
girl!" she barked at
striding ahead.
And I followed.
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