Emily's point of view

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　　Tears were dropping from my eyes very rapidly, I couldn't help but think of it over and over again, I'm not sure If I could ever get over such a betrayal...from my own dad to top it.

　　Why did I not listen to mum? I worshipped God, I prayed, I sang, I asked for forgiveness from him just yesterday, so why the heck did he still lead me to this temptation?

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　　Authoress POV What am I going to be now? A slave? servant? Bed warmer? The thought of the last part sent chills to her body and she wept even more, goodness.. she had never touched any man nor had she been touched intimately, her mother had been so overprotective about her she even sent her to an all girls Methodist school...so behind the swear words and tomboy look inside was a calm nice and Christained good girl. She had never saw any man naked or let alone stand naked in front of any man, no man had even taken a glimpse of her underwear...and she had planned to keep with that till she get married to the guy who would deeply and love her unconditionally and who would appreciate her patience deeply. "Stop crying" a very coarse groan left his mouth, he couldn't bear to see her crying, he wasn't gonna admit it to her though...that's the kind of feeling you get when you stalk someone for 8 years, the feeling of connectivity. "Take me back to my mother, I don't want to stay with you, take me back!!!!" She stubbornly said hitting and kicking the bed she currently was on. With a frustrated sigh he stood up, how the heck do you make a stubborn girl calm down...he was afraid it has to come to what he was about to do but he wanted her to sleep, the last thing he wanted was big dark circles around his Angel's eyes...

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　　Emily with fright stared as the man made his way to her, he was way too big, and she could as well as much outline through the tank top the packs of well define muscles, hinting on how strong he was, definitely one bullet or two couldn't pull him down, he was so strong looking. The minute he placed his hand on the side of the bed she flinched, and when he placed the other beside her, she jumped again. "I'm afraid if you keep crying I'll have no choice but to lock you up in the torture room want to see"? He asked his face sterned and cold as always...with each brevity and boldness of his voice Emily found herself jerking up, in fright she quickly gripped her mouth with her thumb and pointer finger..weeping silently to herself as new barsh of fresh tears flowed down. "Now that's more like it, now close your eyes and sleep"! He ordered and she frightfully complied shutting her eyes. That's when he left her and sat in his rocking chair...he stared at the girl who was now sprawled on the bed, he was too cold to feel pity too icy to care, heaven knows he gave her all the time in the world, he had been patient, infact too patient. And now he was definitely not gonna waste his time, he thought to himself that he would only give her two days to relax and get use to living with him and if it isn't enough for her then it's her problem...he won't add another even the two days seems like a year to him. ... He even has a torture room? it's official she's gonna die in here...no she wasn't her mother had always told her not to give up in life easily, her mother had always told her that no matter the situation there's always a way out...and she knows offcourse that she'll find a way out that is if her body part hadn't been decapitated by then. She had never been naive, she had always been the loud, extroverted, and most people refer to her as crazy, and this man is about to see that part of her. "If I behave like a mad person he's really gonna let me go for sure, I'm sure he can't stand a crazy woman, he'll send me away for sure" she thought that was a good plan... not obviously knowing that he knew her in and out. Jaxon thought about that time in the dress shop, when he was stacking her as usual, she was just 14 then and he remembered seeing her first attempt of having br**st a little pink bud she had gone topless in the dress shop to try on a new shirt, she obviously didn't know he was looking, cars weren't supposed to pass through the road talkless of parking, but he was Jaxson he had never felt the need to obey laws..he was the law, and he had that mentality since he was just a nine years old splurge. And there she thought that no man had ever seen her. "If you wake up with a black eye tomorrow, you'll be punished" he said sternly to the girl trying to full him with her fake sleep....she didn't respond still wanting to keep her sleeping facade. "What the heck was his problem?" She wanted to run her mouth so bad, but still didn't want to end up in his torture room she wondered what was inside the room to make him regard it as a torture room. Whatever it was her mind told her that she wouldn't like it.

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　　. Emily pov The air here everything just seems weird...it doesn't feel like home here, Such a fool, offcourse this isn't home..and you don't expect it to smell like warmth when there is a cold man living inside.

　　There came a knock on the door, should I answer....? When the person outside refused to go I decided to just answer. "Alright come in" the door opened and a middle aged woman holding a basket stepped in, she had this warm vibrant look plastered on her face and it only trilled memories of my mum and somehow I ended up missing her even more. "Master sent me here" I threw my eyes away from her to stare at the wall.. And by master you mean_

　　She nodded her head in approval... "Did he send you here to detail me about my work in this house, he sent you here to tell me that now I'm a slave right"! She laughed at me....offcourse not..she said with ease then kept her basket on the bed, he only said I should leave this with you.

　　I stared at her weirdly as I started examining the content in the basket...how the heck did he know my taste in clothes..? No..no Emi, even if you like the stuffs don't say you like it, got it? My subconscience said, she's my heart and soul. I quickly put on a frown. "What's it? You don't like them?" I shook my head in disapproval, I won't wear this! I said with distaste. Should I go and tell him that you don't like the clothes he sent...? She asked No...no.. Dont tell him, that man's face gives me fright attack. "Ok now hurry and get in shower" she urged. No...no..I don't want to use anything in this house, I want to go home...I want to go back to my mum. My eyes searched the woman's face and they seem to withhold pity so I tried using it to my advantage. "Please can you help me escape from here, please I beg you with God" I pleaded at her making sure she sees the visible tears In my eyes. Am sorry I can't do anything to help you, but you can help yourself and stop being stubborn, if you try and fight him, you'll end up loosing the hard way, he can be very brutal...and I'll give you the same advice I'll give to my daughter if she were in your position..."stop being stubborn" she said with genuine care. I threw my face back in agony..staring into the wall who had suddenly become my favourite friend the tears glistening in my eyes threatening to fall down. "I don't want to be here, how the heck would you feel like if you found out you were used as a f"cking collateral..tell me!!!!!!"

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　　TBC