Hell; I've been there

Chapter 15

What the hell are you doing?!" Ashley shrieked, running to catch up with him.

"They are going to get cold, they're just puppies." She yelled and hit his arm.

He rolled his eyes, moving past her as he got back into the room.

"Don't leave the room Ash, the guards will take care of them." He ordered, but she was getting any of it.

Ashley looked down at the puppies.

Fortunately, her balcony was just close to the lawn and if she were to jump down, she would not get hurt.

She raised her blouse, tying the knot on her belly and climbing on the rails.

"What the hell are you doing Ashley?" The voice came from the room.

After she had successfully stood on the rails, she jumped down so swiftly and her body gave a slight thud sound as she fell.

The puppies ran towards her and the guards did too.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

"My babies." She mumbled as she picked up the puppies, ignoring the guard.

"Ma'am?"

She looked up on the balcony and frowned when she saw him staring down at them.

"Gary!"

"Yes, Boss."

"Take the puppies into their kennel and make sure they starve for tomorrow and the next."

"Yes, Boss." The guard grabbed the puppies even as she held the little ones.

Ashley couldn't move.

She was sure she had calculated the fall and it would not hurt a bit but now her back hurt and her sides were so painful.

"Ma'am, do you need a lift?"

"No thank you." She said, with a hiss.

She tried to get up slowly and when she did, she walked to the veranda and sat down.

She hated him. This was another freshly baked hate added to the already piled hate.

"Ma'am...

"I wanna be left alone." She cut the guard off, pressing her rib's sides and wincing.

Ashley knew jumping off the balcony was stupid but then, throwing the little puppies out was just too harsh.

They looked cute and hell, they didn't look like fighters!

She rubbed her belly again, getting up.

She walked into the house, going up the stairs and to the west wing where she had found a guest room earlier the day.

Walking into the room that was well furnished and well arranged, she sighed and slumped down on the bed.

Another purpose is to hate that monster!

*****

The morning breeze swept through into the house, carrying coldness into the room as the curtains flew.

Ashley rubbed her head, as she woke up. It was not even up to two hours that she had slept and it was morning.

Her eyes got to the wall clock that leaned on the wall near the door and she sighed.

It was late, 8:57 was late for her.

She could recall the time she would wake up and clean the house before going to her numerous jobs.

Heaving a deep breath, she kicked through the pillows sliding down and arranging the beds before walking out of the room.

Walking down the stairs, as she needed to take a lot of water.

She frowned seeing who was sitting in front of the TV.

"What the hell were you doing last night?" The voice she heard was not the Kind she expected. It was low and calm and... dangerous?

She remained silent, walking into the kitchen that was not far from the living room.

Coming out with a bottle of water, she shrieked bumping into him and going back.

"What the hell are you doing now?" She glared at him and he huffed.

"Where were you and what the hell were you doing last night Ash, you don't want me to ask again." He gritted his teeth and she rolled her eyes.

It wasn't the fear, it was probably the hate and she knew Mikhail Mazza more than anyone..maybe a tiny bit more but she knew him.

He walked forward and she went backward, as seemed they were dancing but her back hit the wall behind her and she gasped when he moved forward till there was no space and they were practically touching retouching's front.

"Satan..." she began.

"Shut the fuck up, it's Mikhail for you." He glared at her and she glared back, tipping her chin to meet his and he chuckled before pushing forward again till she went back to her position.

Mikhail Mazza lifted his hands, at first after waiting for her to come to her room..he thought that maybe she has decided to sleep in the living room.

But then after searching for her, he met her in one of the guest rooms..sound asleep but with a frown on her face as if she was thinking of killing him before she slept or probably she was killing him in her dream.

It didn't matter, he didn't care.

Many had done that so many times and this woman's thoughts didn't matter at all to him.

He'd bury it in the ground and make sure it'd remain there.

"Ash..." He called, and she looked up.

"I have rules, rules which I've told you some but then you've never disobeyed them, and every single time you try to act innocent and want more Punishments. Tell me, Ashley?" He asked, his hand trailing up her legs and then her thighs before it settled in between her legs and her eyes flew open.

"What the..." She tried to fight him but he held her there, steady and balanced without even trying.

"This...Ash, this belongs to me." He grinned, his hand moving up to grab one of her boobs. "This too is mine Ash and I believe it's normal to touch and grab what belongs to you 'cause it's yours. Right?" His smile widened and she could swear she had never seen him smile like that. A devilish smile that made her shrink back.

Mikhail Mazza frowned, he didn't like this.

He'd married her for the fights and not for fear.

He wasn't a stupid man to get a woman that would shrink when he said a word and he had gone ahead to get Ashley Crook. The only woman that could counter his words and retort when he said a word.

He waited and when he saw that anger in her eyes, he smiled.

"Let go of me."

"Ha, even God said in the Bible...your wife is you and you're your wife. Tell me, Ash, have you ever read the Bible?"

TBC