CHAPTER 35

MY NOSE SAVOURED A SWEET SMELL.

I dreamt that I was in heaven and the angels had prepared a banquet for me. The smell of all types of food teased my nose and I was left to salivate and hunger for them.

Soon enough the angels took pity on me and dished out a plate of salad for me to at least feed my taste buds and hungry eyes while we waited for the king. But just as I was about to feed on the most tasty salad I had ever seen. A hand pulled me out of the room and back to reality. My eyes fluttered open and I could not be more angry at this.

"Good morning ma." A woman greeted Bowing curtly. She looked to be in her mid fifties, most probably. Her eyes were tiny and her braids were neatly packed behind her head.

She was clad in skirt and suit too well dressed for a housekeeper I must say. And she called me Ma, when I was sure she was older than my mum. Funny.

I nodded not able to Speak. I had lost my voice and wanted eagerly to leave this place and away from that man who made me feel things I had never felt before. Things I wasn't supposed to feel.

She snapped her fingers and immediately  two Young girls came in. They were both dressed like her, only that their complexion was much darker than hers and their eyes twinkled unlike hers.

On the hands of the one on the right was a gown and on the hands of the one on the left, shoes.

"Boss has requested that you kindly shower and meet him down for breakfast." The older woman said. Like puppets the two younger girls dropped all that they were carrying on the bed and sauntered out.

I nodded still not able to say anything.

"I'm Beatrice I'll be working as your personal maid." She paused. She cleared her throat looking at me expectantly. "You are?"

"I am. You can call me_ just call me Mira." I swallowed. She bowed again and left, but not before giving me a fake smile.

I sighed immediately they left the room. My head was spinning and my heart ached from rejection and too many unknown emotions.

My hands weren't bound but escaping was not what I wanted to do now. Enough of me being reckless and impulsive what I wanted now was a plan. And for that I needed to lay low, to act, to pretend.

The only problem with this plan was THE BOSS. He made me lose all my ability to reason clearly. He was getting under my skin slowly. Killing my mind and I could not stop him.

I still felt the pangs of rejection from yesterday claw at my skin but I would not let it get to me so much that I lose my mind. I had to escape.

I threw the blanket off me and took of my clothes. "What's with all the bowing though." I muttered to myself.

The gown fitted me perfectly only that it was too short. It was definitely the shortest gown I had ever worn. It had beads arranged on the neck side, a turtle neck with black strap and net under the beads.

The sandals fit my legs beautifully. How they knew my size of shoe and clothe amazed me.  But I didn't put it passed them. They could have measured my body and feet in the night_carefully_ when I must have been fast asleep_ and gotten the dress this morning.

I don't know_ gangs had a way of achieving things that an ordinary person or organization would find extremely difficult or impossible to achieve

I packed my hair back and swallowed hating the reflection of myself in the mirror. I looked different from Mira.