She’s Mine episode 11

😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

Asa Gold✍️

🌹Chapter Eleven 🌹

~The goodness lies in her….~

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The news was blaring with the tragic news. A man, Theodore Harper, found dead near a gas station, brutally beaten by what police assumed were bandits. They had done a decent job in making it appear as if he was killed for a petty penny. They took his wallet and damped him in an alleyway for rats to feast on.

A couple of street gangsters were arrested on suspicion of his death…if only they knew. If only she could tell someone why he was dead.

Guilt was eating her alive. It took her apart piece by piece. She hasn’t heard from Julius ever since what happened. She doesn’t even know whether he was dead or alive. She knows nothing concerning. She hasn’t heard a word from her family since she started living with this monster. He had even taken away her phone. She was like a prisoner. In fact, she was a prisoner. She felt so alone. If that monster goal was to crush her…. to make her suffer….he was succeeding.

Her life had always being perfect. She had a perfect job. A perfect home. A perfect boyfriend. A perfect world. Until he came along and crumbled those perfect walls she’d built with her sweat. He reduced her to nothing but a piece of shit! She was worthless. If only he didn’t invade her life, she wouldn’t have danced on stage as a stripper and she wouldn’t have met that man who almost raped her! And most importantly, he wouldn’t have been found dead near a gas station. She still felt so dirty. His touch…his k-sses… everything….they felt like a torment and nightmare to her.

When they had gotten home after that incident, Victoria had gone into the bathroom to have her bath. She tried her possible best to wash off his touch and k-sses but no matter how hærd she tried Washing herself clean, the memory was still there. She had even injured herself in the process of washing herself. The scene kept replaying in her head. At a point, she wished him death but right now, she doesn’t even know what to feel. Should she be happy about the news or not?

But still she was grateful to rom-no for saving her from getting rape. If it wasn’t for him, she doesn’t know what would have become of her. She was indebted to him for his kindness. Although it was quite a shock to her that he actually saved her. She thought he would have cared less. She thought he would have looked away if she begged for help _not as if she will ever be begging him for help _ But he surprised her. He always does.

He hasn’t said a word to her for a week now since the incident. And even before the incident he still wasn’t talking to her. That’s even one of the reasons why she had done that sinful dance at that stage that had also almost gotten her raped. She was stupid. Stupid to have thought of doing something like that just because she wanted to have his attention. Well, all thanks to that stupid alcohol she ad taken. She even promised herself not to take alcoholic drink ever again.

She sighed as she m-ssages her temple. A slight headache is starting to build up. She hasn’t even eaten and that’s because rom-no hasn’t eaten as well. She was waiting for him to come down for breakfast but he wasn’t coming. She needs to thank him for saving her from the hands of that rapist. She tried thanking him when they arrived home but he didn’t give her a chance. He just went into his room without even sparing her a glance or to see if she was okay _ Not like she even cares_ But ever since then they haven’t seen each other and yet they live under the same roof.

“Miss, you have to eat something.” Emily said innocently, cutting through the silence.

Victoria remained silent.

“You need to eat…” The maid carried on, pulling the thick curtain open to let some sunlight into the room.

The sudden brightness made Victoria hiss like she was a bat huddled up in its cave. “Leave me alone. And besides, I’m not the only one who haven’t eaten.” She was damn hungry but she won’t eat unless rom-no came down to eat as well. Mind you, she doesn’t care whether he eats or not but she needed to speak with him, aside from thanking him about saving her she still needed to talk to him about something else. Something that have quite been bothering her. Ever since that incident and the death of Mr. Theodore, rom-no had refused on letting her continue the job as a stripper. He had sent his right hand man, Sniper to tell her not to bother about going to the strip club again.

She was confused. Why exactly doesn’t he want her to work there again? Doesn’t he want her to pay off her father’s debt? Or does he want to make her his permanent slave? She needed answers. And the only way she could find the answers that she needs was by having a word with him.

“Master Rodriguez doesn’t want to eat breakfast.” She replied.

“Then I don’t want to eat as well.”

“Master wouldn’t be happy if he found out you haven’t eaten, Miss.” Emily warned.

Victoria let out a frustrated sigh as she got up to a sitting position and stare right at Emily. “Where is he?”

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Like the saying goes; If the mountain refuse to come to you, then you should go to the mountain.

She had waited for rom-no to come to her for the past one week but she has had enough. Since he wasn’t going to come to her then she was going to go to him. And whatever wants to happen should happen but he have to tell her his reasons for getting her locked up in here with no job! Hell, how the f-ck was she going to pay him now if he wouldn’t let her work?

*Are you willing to still continue working as a stripper?* Her inner voice spoke up, making her stopped right on her track. She was standing in front of rom-no’s room. *He might have saved you but do you think he will be able to save you when.next something like that happens?* She clenched her fist tightly as those unforgettable memories start playing in her head. The sound of clothes shredding filled her senses. Her breathing became sharp as images of Mr. Theodore k-ssing her displayed. She felt so disgusted of herself. It’s been a week and yet it felt like it all happened just yesterday. *Don’t you think it’s better to give in to his proposal? Having s€× with him just once won’t make you pregnant for him. At least it’s better to give your V-rginity to someone as cute as him than to a rapist.*

Victoria stared at the closed doors in front of her. He was behind those close doors. She had come here with a motive of making him allow her to continue her work as a stripper but it seems like those motive were changing to something else.

Was she ready to lose her V-rginity? And even if she was actually ready, does she want someone like rom-no to take her V-rginity?

She slowly turned around to walk away but heavens had another plan, his door opened and he walked out, looking so different. He seemed more humanly compared to how she last remembered him. He raised a questioning brow at her, saying nothing.

“I…You…Are you okay?” She stuttered. He didn’t say anything and his eyes never left her. “You…you don’t seem okay.” She said, walking closer to him and dared placed her palm over his forehead to check out his temperature but he swatted her hand away almost immediately. “Are… you sick?” She asked in total disbelief. Does the devil fall sick as well?

“Get off my face.” He said coldly, walking past her to the living room. Victoria followed behind him. She watched him grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured himself a drink, he gulped the liquid in one shot. He grabbed the bottle and started making his way back to his room but Victoria stepped right in front of him, blocking his way.

“You are sick. And drinking won’t make you feel any better. You need to take some medications and…”

He smirked. “What are you? My mom? My wife? My sister? Or better yet, my girlfriend?” He glares. “You are nobody to me but a slave so stop acting to care and get the f-ck away from my face.” He harshly said, nudging her with his shoulder as he walked past her. Victoria almost lost her balance due to how he had forcefully nudged her.

It hurts. Those words hurts like a bitch. He was right. What was she? She was nothing but a slave to him. So why exactly should she even care? In fact she should be happy that he was sick. She wished he could just die so she could be free and be happy again.

His door slammed shut which shows that he had gone in,side. She stood there for a while, not knowing what to do. She let out a deep breath before walking back to her room. Her room. It still felt strange referring that cage as a room.

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“You need to eat, Miss. You haven’t had a thing since morning. You need to eat dinner.” Emily said, worry were evident in her voice.

“I’m fine. The one you should be worried about is right in the next door.” She said, pulling the duvet closer to herself.

“Master will be fine. Whenever he falls sick, he just stay in his room without eating.”

“And how does that make him fine. Just this morning I saw him drinking when he hasn’t even had anything to eat. He was even burning up and here you are not even a slightest bit worried.” What’s wrong with her? Why does she even care? He had cause her nothing but havoc and pain. Even when sick, he still has the power to make her cry. But yet she still felt sorry and worried for him. He wasn’t fine but he puts on those strong look, acting to be fine. And what seem to surprise her most was for the fact that she wasn’t even crying because he had insulted her but rather because he was dying in there and doesn’t want her to help. A normal person would wish him death. He had suffered her a lot but her mother never thought her to live her life that way instead she thought her to do good and to care for other people regardless of how that person might have treated you.

Her mother had once told her that the strongest weapon of a strong person wasn’t by revenging or wishing one bad but it’s by doing good. Especially to those who hurt you.

“A…Are you worried about master even after all he has done to you?” Emily asked in disbelief.

*He saved me from getting raped. That’s enough for me to wish him well and repay him.* She thought to herself.

“Where is the medication box?” She asked, getting up to her feet.

“Master won’t…”

“I don’t care about what’s he’s going to do besides I’m already so use to his devilish side.” She said.

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She placed the w-t towel over his head as she sat down beside him on his bed. He was fast asleep. She grabbed the empty bottle of tequila from his side and dropped it on the table beside the bed. She stood up and went over to draw the curtains close. She arranged his scattered room, place everything in order. cleaned the room. She went downstairs to prepare hot soup for him. When the soup became ready, she put some in a bowl and walked over to his room.

She shut the door close, sat down beside him once again. She placed the bowl on the table and slowly lifted rom-no up to a sitting position. He was damn heavy for her to lift but she still tried her best. He slowly opened his eyes. She thought he was going to scre-m at her but he didn’t doing anything, he just stare at her. Victoria grabbed the bowl from the table, collects a spoonful of soup, she blew into it before feeding it to rom-no. He didn’t take it, he just stare at her like she was a ghost.

“I didn’t poison it.” She said softly. He slowly opened his mouth and she fed him the soup.

He look so different. This was his human part. He wasn’t putting off those beast side of him. She prefer him this way than the other way round. Emily had assured her that he was going to be fine. She even said that this wasn’t the first time he had gotten ill. He always falls sick whenever it was snowing. He hates season like that and that’s what caused his illness. So whenever he drinks and sleeps, the next day he would be fine but he wouldn’t be very strong until the season comes to an end. But Victoria still felt the need of helping him. The goodness in her were damn strong for her to resist helping him.

She fed him more soup until he turned his face away, indirectly asking her to stop giving him more of the soup. She dropped the almost empty plate on the table and pulled him down on the bed. She covered him properly with the duvet, she changed towel to another one and placed it on his forehead. It was snowing heavily and that’s one reason why she had immediately closed the curtains. rom-no slowly fell asleep. And for the first time, he fell asleep without taking any sleeping pills.

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rom-no gro-ned as his eyes flutters open. He still can’t believe that he had dreamt about his slave. He can’t even remember the last time he had dreamt about something or someone. He let out a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair but he stopped midway when his hand came in contact of a w-t towel on his forehead. He can’t remember leaving a w-t towel on his forehead. He grabbed the towel and stare down it, his brows were furrowed. Did anyone came into his room while he was asleep?

He suddenly heard a soft breathing. His gaze lowered down, he frowned over the sleeping figure beside his bed. Who was that? Slowly she lifted up her head as she yawned out loud, forgetting about manners. rom-no almost smiled at her adorable face but then something struck him. What was she doing here? And wasn’t this suppose to be a dream?

“WHAT THE f-ck ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!?”

😨😨.

TBC

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