I can't let that happen. My innocence is all I have left. And I plan to give it to someone worthy. I want my first kiss to be special.
Possibly, on my wedding, with my future husband. But that's not going to happen anytime soon if I'm locked in here like an animal.
You might think I'm crazy for thinking about marriage, but I'm a hopeless romantic. Even though I never had a boyfriend, I believe in love. Even if no one shows me love, even though the only person who loved me has passed away, I believe someone out there is going to love me unconditionally. Someday, somewhere, maybe, hopefully.
I miss Mrs Eleanor at the bookstore cafe. I miss the kids there too, and kelvin.
I may not have had a lot but I was content. I was grateful. Now, I'm empty. I have nothing to look forward to. I have to put up a fight though.
If I want to get out of here, I need to have faith.
Consumed by my thoughts, I eventually fell asleep.
I love sleep. It relaxes me.
I don't know how long I've been asleep for. I don't know what time it is but I don't care. I'm tired of thinking too much.
I hear the door creak, followed by the sounds of footsteps coming closer and closer towards me.
I keep my eyes shut, not knowing who it is.
That's when I feel a hand hold my shoulder. It's Enzo, he's back.
How long was I asleep?
"Parvel?" He lightly shakes me, attempting to wake me up.
"Wake up, love. You need to eat." He whispers and I flutter my eyes open, slightly rubbing them as I prop myself on my elbow.
"W-what time is it?" I ask and he holds up his arm, flicking his eyes to the watch on his wrist.
"6pm." He answers and I lift my body and sit up on the bed, putting both hands to my side. I whimper as soon as I do so. My butt is still aching from what he did to me earlier. He definitely got me scared.
"Is it still hurting?" He asks and I nod, looking down and frowning.
"The pain will go away soon. I didn't want to do that, But you talked back to me, I want you to always say yes to me. Understood?" He asks, placing his hand on my head and caressing my hair. Is he serious? Does he want me to stay silent and not defend myself?
Not wanting another spanking, I nod at him and he smirks. He's pleased.
"Good. Let's go downstairs." He holds my hand and gets me up, leading me out of his room.
It is now 10PM. I had a good meal, then Clara showed me around. It took a while considering how huge this place is, but she was really nice.
Regardless of the fact that she complimented my appearance a lot, which made me a bit embarassed. Whenever someone compliments me, I feel as if they're making fun of me.
Now exhausted, I say goodnight to Clara and thank her for today.
I make my way to the room upstairs and into the bathroom. I take off my cloths and pick out some comty pyjamas, I had a lot to choose from.I wash my face then brush my teeth before I head to bed. Again.
I make myself comfortable then bring the sheets over me. Not long, I hear Enzo walk in and starts taking off his clothes. What is happening?
He walks into the closet, then a few minutes later, he comes out wearing nothing but grey sweatpants.
He casually walks over to the other side of the bed and slips under the sheets. I blink and look at him wide eyed. Is he planning to sleep here?
I cough in attempt to get his attention. He pulls me closer to his body. "E-Enzo?" I ask and he hums in response. He sounds sleepy. "I-um. Are you going to sleep here?" I ask him softly, afraid to get yelled at again.
"Well it is my room. so yes. Now come closer."He motions his hand for me to scoot closer to him. I stay in my place.
"P-please, don't hurt me." I plead. I've never slept in the same bed as someone before. I don't know what his intentions are. What if he tries something?
"Parvel , I just want to sleep. Come. Here." He sighs and I do as told.
I'm now facing him, our faces mere inches away from each other. He holds my hand to his and places it on his chest, making me
Shiver.
"There we go. Isn't this comfortable?" He adds as I lay my head on the pillow.
"Enzo ?" I mutter, in a low voice.
"What is it, love?" He replies.
"H-how do you know me?" I ask him, I'm really curious. When I came here, he knew my name.
He seemed like he knew everything about me.
"We'll talk tomorrow, love." He groans, scooting even closer to me, whilst still holding my hand
"O-okay, goodnight."
"Goodnight,angel."