It Hurt, Sir!

Trying to move the handcuffed hands was futile, only a prayer I could say. I don't care if my hand gets hurt or bruised, all I can think of is wanting to get out of his grip.

A few taps, able to release me from the obscurity of him who has been possessed by a Psychopath soul. He was so annoyed at the sound of knocking, his jaw tightened even more. Nevelas purposely landed a punch right beside my right ear. The bed shook from the force of the blow. I can only lower my head, with my hands still tied.

"Enter!" He said while shouting. Then stepped over to the sofa to sit down and lifted one leg.

A tall and well-built person approached him. He still wears a black suit to cover his body. even though the clock showed ten o'clock at night. He looked at me for a moment then quickly looked away. I don't know maybe he's sorry to see me helpless.

The man seemed to be whispering something to her. His hands clenched into fists when he heard the man's whisper. He hit the nearby table hard. "I told you to do it without leaving a trace! Now send troops to carry out the attack. Tonight too, they must know who Nevelas Vernon is?" He said with a frightening Baritone.

Sometimes I try to understand what they are talking about. However, I still don't understand. Without further ado or releasing the binding handcuffs first. He left me just like that, with hasty steps. "Prepare all troops and weapons!" his orders are getting smaller and smaller in my ears.

After the door closed, I couldn't help but sigh. What should I do with my hands tied like this, even to repel mosquitoes I probably won't be able to.

"Yes, God! Is it true that he is the mate that You have set for me? Am I selfish, if I don't agree with the destiny that has been set," I quietly prayed hoping for God's miracle to come to me. After a while I moved my hand, but it was still in vain. Until tired hit and I no longer remember all the events.

***

The sun's rays woke me up when someone entered the room by opening the long curtains. My eyes blinked for a moment, while my hands were still hanging. I tried to move my wrist which didn't feel numb and sore.

Then, someone approached me and started to untie the binding handcuffs. One by one he let go, then lifted my hands and kissed the wrists that were slightly bruised and bruised. "Sick?" he asked shortly as he continued to kiss. His gaze never left me.

When he stares there is no answer from my lips, as if stiff. Soon I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Maybe it's because I'm holding back the urge to pee. I grimaced, but this body was getting weaker and could only shed unstoppable tears.

Like he understood what he had to do. He picked up my weak body and entered the bathroom.

"I'll be waiting for you outside. My assistant will help you get ready!" He left me alone.

I became increasingly annoyed with him, therefore, now I feel weak and worthless. I just got out of the bathroom, there were four women in black and white uniforms standing while nodding respectfully at me. One older person approached and led me to sit in a chair that was upholstered in soft fabric.

"Please Miss, have breakfast first! After that we will help you get ready!" said the assistant with the name tag Clara.

"Okay! Thank you so much!" I said thanking the people who had helped.

"You don't have to say that because it's our duty, Miss!" he said softly, but still sounded firm.

I nodded and refocused on the appetizing breakfast. I ate it voraciously. Beef bacon tucked between the soft buns. I can't believe I've finished two sandwiches without any leftovers.

"After breakfast, take a shower first, Miss! Because Master will take you out."

"Okay. Why do you always tell me to? Will your master be angry? If it doesn't go according to schedule?" I asked Clara as I wiped the oil marks that had stuck to the corners of my lips.

"Sorry, Miss! It's not our job to answer that."

"Oh, all right! I understand! I'm going to take a shower and I won't ask any more questions!" I answered as I left him.

***

I came out of the room wearing a black dress above my thighs and I didn't forget to include a cardigan to cover my shoulders. And even then I forced Clara to lend it. It was enough, he saw my exposed body.

Clara and the other three assistants walked behind me. He stopped in his tracks, as he stood in front of the elevator doors. I said again, maybe there is an elevator in this house.

The elevator doors opened and Clara pressed the number three button. Soon the elevator doors opened and I was amazed at the more luxurious room than the ground floor.

Great Gucci tucked away neatly in every corner. Orchid flowers hanging down with various colors, don't ask how much it costs?

Clara invited me into the next room, a door made of carved wood with a dominant black accent.

"Please Miss, Mr Nevelas is waiting for you inside!" Clara said as she bent half of her body. Clara and the three other assistants left me at the door. The worry started to tickle again. "Hopefully he's being natural this morning!" I asked in prayer.

I opened the door without knocking. My eyes wandered around the room. However, no one was in the room. However, I can confirm that this is Nevelas' study. These feet walk slowly, curious to look at the laptop that is still on. I thought, there could be papa's assets that can still be seen and the data taken.

Someone grabbed my hand and twisted it backwards. The pain and pain began to be felt, until the lips were no longer able to scream. His feet pushed and threw me onto the table.

"What are you doing, miss!" The deep voice that recently always haunted me, I knew very well that the person who pushed me was Nevelas.

"I didn't do anything, sir," I replied, holding back the pain in my cheek as Nevelas kept burying my head.

Nevelas pulled my head and turned me around. Our eyes met each other. Lowering my eyes which I now do, I can't stare at him for too long.

His hand pulled my chin so that my head was tilted upwards. The right position for him to be able to purse his lips. In my heart, I kept blabbering, don't let him get me this morning easily. I turned my face in any direction, but Nevelas held it in and finally as usual he managed to kiss my lips roughly.

"It's punishment when you sneak up on something you shouldn't see!"

Nevelas lifted me up and put it on the table. Roughly his hands opened my legs. While his hands caressed my face up to my neck.

"Stop, sir! Stop! I don't like it!" I shouted. now, his face turned scary.

"It hurts, sir!"