Do you like it when I'm violent?

I lost consciousness even before I could feel any pain so technically, I don't know if I'm dead or still alive.

When I woke up, the next morning, I found myself on my bed. The same bed I didn't want to come back to but somehow, I was grateful that I was here and not some old warehouse where humans are being trafficked. I shivered at the thought of it and got out of bed.

I walked straight to the mirror but I was greeted by five fingers on my face and two dark eye bags. Honestly, I looked like a walking ghost.

My eyes widened and I felt like running away from the mirror. I've never looked this terrible in all my life. How sure am I that I'm not even a spirit lingering in this house?

A knock came from the door, "Come in." a few seconds later, another maid came into my room. This was a different maid from the one I was used to she was around my age and had a pretty face as well.

She came in with a pair of new clothes and places them on the bed. She turned and smiled at me and that smile of hers comforted me. Ever since I came to this place, no one has ever smiled at me that way. Most of them just carry a grumpy face around and none of them would even talk to me.

She walked to my bathroom and turned on the water. I stared at her from the room and wondered why she was being so nice to me. Wait the real question is, how did I even get back home yesterday?

She left the bathroom and gave me my towel then ushered me to go into the bathroom but I had something important I had to ask her.

"Um... Miss, how did I get here last night?" her smile disappeared and she shook her head although she said nothing, I knew she meant that she had no idea.

I nodded and went into the bathroom. I spent some time there and when I came out, she was gone.

I sighed and went to the dressing mirror. There, I found a note. 'Master wants you to come downstairs.'

Master? Did she mean Gerard? But why does he want me to come downstairs now? My face is in a mess because of that slap and my dark circles.

I should probably ignore it and pretended as though I never even saw this note. But what if she gets punished for my actions? Obviously, I can't let anyone take the punishment for my actions.

Lazily, I got dressed, certainly not in the dress that was brought to my room earlier because I don't want to give him any reason to fancy me. And I certainly don't want to be indebted to him.

Leaving my hair loose to cover part of my face and wearing a baggie shirt and trousers, I walked out unhurriedly.

I tried to walk as slowly as possible but unfortunately, I still got to the dining table faster than I had wanted. To be honest, I don't want anyone to scold me and I know that Gerard would do that because I tried to escape.

I bowed my head when I saw him sitting there with a black to the neck top and black pants. His dark golden brown hair shone with the light from the chandelier and the way he sat was majestic with one leg place over the other and his hands placed on the armrest.

This posture of he's scared me because it was so intimidating and it felt like he was going to scold me for real.

I remained quiet for a while and so did he. This behaviour was causing tension in my head and all I wanted was for him to say something, anything as long as he didn't remain quiet.

Since he wasn't ready to say anything, I decided to help him out.

"Good morning"

"Good morning"

Just as I said good morning, he also said the same and I didn't even know who said it first.

"You requested for presence." I reminded him since it felt like he had forgotten his reason for calling me here. But he said nothing and just stared at me as though he was looking at my soul.

"Mr Gerard, if you have nothing to say, can I go back to my room now?"

I didn't know what to say and since he wasn't saying anything either, it would be better if I just go back to my room. But even at this point, he still didn't say anything.

I turned to leave but couldn't understand how he got in front of me.

"Did I ask you to leave?" his voice was bold and scary. I felt like he was suppressing his anger and I didn't know when my heart began to race faster.

"But... But you aren't saying anything." I tried to justify my actions by saying these words knowing fully well that I just wanted to spare myself from his wrath.

"Walking out on your husband is disrespectful." his words were not loud but audible. I still couldn't get used to hearing that word for his mouth. 'Husband'

"Lucy!" he boomed and the maid from earlier came running in.

"Tell everyone to leave for now and return by sunset." he didn't turn to the maid but just said what he had to say still looking at me. Then, he continued but this time, in a lower tone when the maid had already gone.

"I need to be alone with my wife." he stared at me and his expression was an angry one. Now, his emotions were showing.

Trying to run away from the situation, I turned and began to walk away but he held my hand tightly.

Oh no, there is no way out for me. What do I do? He unhurriedly took two steps to get to where I was standing.

He held me from behind and pushed my hair aside. He leaned in and kissed my neck sensually then, his hands slid under my baggie shirt.

"Mr Gerard..." I wanted to stop him but he stopped me.

"Sh... you wouldn't like it when I get violent." his words were scary and I gulped in fear.

What do I do now, if I stop him, he would get violent. If I don't stop him, he would get violent very soon so what do I do?

His hands caressed my small stomach and his kisses became more passionate. I was getting uneasy and then, he stopped. I could still feel his breath on my nape and one of his hands gently caressed my stomach while the other slid out of my shirt and went for my buttons.

"Where did you go yesterday?" his fingers undid my first button and my breathing hitched. I wasn't even sure I heard his question.

"Ayla, I asked you a question. Where did you go yesterday?" as he asked this, he undid the second button revealing a little of my black bra.

"Mr... Mr Gerard, I, I..." I was shivering and wasn't in my right frame of mind. Why was he doing this to me? I can't stop him because of what he said earlier but he was clearly taking advantage of me.

"What? You can't talk?" before I knew what was happening, only one button was left. I raised my hand and tried to cover my body but he held both my hands down with just one of his hands.

"Ayla, do you enjoy it when I'm violent?" his words sounded threatening even though he didn't shout.

I shook my head because I couldn't say anything. His second hand undid the last button and his cold hand touched my skin making me shiver. He let go of my hand and removed my shirt leaving me with only my bra.

His hand trailed from my stomach upwards to my bra. He placed his hand on my bra hook and unbuckled it.

Like a marching drum, my heart was thundering.

"Mr Gerard, please don't."