~Chapter 26~
KATYA
"Katya...dear." A voice woke up from my slumber, almost falling off the small couch I was swished on.
Slowly opening my eyes, I groggily looked around. The soft glow of the nightlight in the room made blink softly.
"Katya." My na was called again. Waking up completely. Sitting up with a start while rubbing off the sleep from my eyes to see Miss Stella as she slowly tries to sit up from her lying form.
I hurriedly stood from my uncomfortable spot, quickly walking towards her, helping her sit up.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, confused, looking at as I sat beside her on the bed, holding onto her arm. I leaned my head softly against her shoulder.
"I ca to watch over you. You suddenly fell, and I didn’t want that to happen again." Miss Stella’s gaze drifted off, her eyes clouding over with thick emotions as I explained.
"Miss Stella," Called out softly, trying to bring her back to the present. "hmm" She humd in response but her eyes still distant.
"Are you sick?" I asked the question that had been nagging inside since the mont she fell.
Her hand froze in mine, and she slowly withdrew it, making raise my head, concerned, and t her gaze.
We just looked at each other, the atmosphere slowly shifting to an uncomfortable one. Her usual nice and sweet smile wasn’t on her face, making feel like I asked a question that wasn’t supposed to be asked.
"Miss Stella, please tell what’s wrong," Pleading, my voice barely audible but she heard. She had beco like a mother figure to , and seeing her like this was tearing apart. Her gaze slowly dropped from , and she began to say, "I’m....I’m.. Ahk....ahk." She coughed furiously, giving a heart attack.
And I sprang to my feet, my heart thudding with worry, scanning the room frantically for water but didn’t see any.
shit....shit...shit
"I’m coming, please, I’m coming, let go get water from the kitchen." I reassured her, trying to keep my voice calm as I quickly left her side, opening the door quietly before hurrying out into the hallway in haste.
Thankfully I didn’t see anyone in the hallway, saving from so awkward questions about why I wasn’t asleep.
Miss Stella had given strict instructions to not go out the hallways at night when I first ca here, she said it was dangerous and I can be deed as a spy but I don’t care, right now all I’m focused on was getting miss Stella water.
I hastened my pace, retrieving the water and making my way back to miss Stella room while chanting in my head. please be okay.
She was all I had in the ssed up mansion, and anxiety was eating up with how hesitant she was in tell what’s wrong.
Almost reaching the door, a body swiftly blocked it, giving the scare of my life. My heart dropped out my chest as I stumbled backward, the water almost splashing out from the glass.
I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise as I took in the towering figure before . ~Mr Salvatore~ He stood half-naked with just so loose joggers hanging low on his waist, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abdon.
His gaze swept over , lingering on my disheveled appearance. A flush rose to my cheeks as I stand frozen in my oversized tee shirt and shorts. His eyes drifted to my neck, and I mine involuntarily went to his exposed chest.
Where a stunning rose tattoo sprawled across his skin.
The design began on his left chest, curving elegantly up towards his neck, where a single rose that looks to be falling sat, the tattoo moved around his muscles highlighting them further.
He stepped closer, his face inches from mine with a darkened expression. My eyes darted around the hallway, searching for an escape as I stepped back. "Why weren’t you in your room?" His voice low and very nacing.
My back hit the wall with a thud and looked up at him, my eyes couldn’t looked at him in the eyes and I can’t look at his chest too. My lips parted, but no words ca out.
Only stuttering, "I... I...uh," my eyes going over to miss Stella door, hoping she was still alright and good.
My face was grapped harsh in a tight grip, his fingers digging into my skin, making wince, trying to pull away.
"Sneaking out in the night now, I see. I always knew you were a prostitute," he spat, his words cutting deep within . My eyes flashed with anger, and I was about raising my hands to throw a quick but deadly slap.
But then, I rember who I was, I was his slave, a worthless being. Deserving of all the hate in the world and all the pain. My father must be laughing at from his grave, seeing how much I’m still suffering.
Tear pricked around my eyes, ~no, don’t show weakness, it only leads to more pain~ But everything is so painful, from the day I was born everything was hard.
Now, to add to the deep injury. I’m being called a prostit...ahh. The words were deep, like a knife twisting and twisting in my guts.
His grip tightened, his eyes blazing with fury as he asked in a possessive tone that made my stomach turn."Who were you visiting? Who dared touch you without my permission?" His voice was cold. But how dare he?.
How dare he call that and still ask about who I was visiting? Why did he even care? I’m his slave, for crying out loud.
If I was a prostitute, it was none of his fucking business. I wanted to scream all that in his face, to tell him to back the fuck off and leave the hell alone. But I withheld my anger.
Biting it back like a bitter pill. Miss Stella was still in her room, and I didn’t want to disturb her. Nor did I need to waste more ti on this conversation as she needs water.
"I’m sorry," I muttered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. I wasn’t sorry, not one bit. Not in this life or the next.
But I had to act pitiful, just like I had been forced to do my whole life.
Always scared, always waiting for the next my next beating session and the next blow to fall onto .
An exhausting, living like this was not worth living. But what choice did I have?
Tried countless tis to self harm but still survived. Tried finding many ways to survive this nightmare but was still dragged back.
Almost beaten to my death but survived that too. Tried to act tough for my death to co quickly but that only seems to amuse the devil to let live more.
No matter how hard I tried, I always survived. Always managing to cling to life even when it was cruel to .
Life isn’t fair and I’d learned the hard way, taught that lesson over and over, until it was seared into my very soul.
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Sick but surviving, I’m trying to write many Chapters and mass release them but my body isn’t working please bare with the 2 Chapters a day. ):
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