Chapter 20: ★ My luck★

    ~Chapter 20~

    Slowly, I wrapped my sweaty palm around the handle. Thinking twice about my decision before pushing the heavy doors.

    My heart pounding as I peek outside, scanning the area for any signs of danger. I looked to the right to see a huge giant called a man holding a gun, looking down at me with sharp eyes.

    Holy shit! The man was towering and massive.

    Someone cleared their throat to my left and slowly I looked sideways, my heart sinking, seeing another huge looking man standing with their gun. I’m cooked.

    I forced out a smile at them, shaking slightly before pushing myself fully out the door, closing it softly behind me, I needed to act normal, to pretend like I was just a regular maid.

    Come on, they won’t know I’m a forced slave unless that motherfucker ~Mr. Salvatore~ had broadcasted to all his men I was his slave.

    The two men with broad shoulders, sandwiched me, reminding me how tiny I am.

    Straining my neck to be able to meet them eye to eye, I glanced at them in attempt to appear confident and convincing.

    "What’s the matter, Miss" The man to my right asked with a deep voice, his dark brown eyes sizing me up.

    Both men were dressed in suits and the one at my left was sporting a scar that dragged from his brow to his cheek. Giving him the ~Don’t mess with me~ look.

    I cleared my throat, trying to sound as convincing as possible all while conjuring up a believable reason. "I, uh, I was cleaning, so I came to check if I needed to clean this area too." Damn, mentally patting myself on the back. I did good, my lie sounded reasonable and I had my cleaning supplies to back me up.

    However, I was thrown another question "Why’s you uniform bloody." Mr scar said.

    Shot, I forgot about that. I looked down at my maid dress, thinking fast for a new excuse. I couldn’t just blap out that their boss did this.

    That might only lead to more trouble, more suffering.

    Nervously, I began laughing, the sound awkward and strained. "Hehe" I laughed before answering" You know, regular cleaning. I slipped while cleaning a mess....a mess that was made." My voice trailed off, hoping it was a believable lie.

    I remembered when Miss Stella had given me that disgusting and inhuman task to clean that blood covered hallway. And memories of how she was looking calm and collected when facing the scene.

    So given the twisted nature of this household, I’m sure my explanation seems plausible. After all, what was a little bloodstain in a place where violence and cruelty seemed to lurk around every corner?

    The two giants narrowed their eyes. They looked at each other before facing me back with emotionless faces. I stood there, looking as innocent and non threatening as possible.

    Before the right guy said. "The place is clean, go back inside." I quickly nodded, turning back into the house, trying not to show how much I was relieved in getting my shitty self out of the situation.

    My hand grasped the door handle as I pushed it shut behind me, leaning my back against the door, exhaling deeply. I let out the breath I’d been holding unconsciously.

    That was close. I looked back to my cleaning supplies, remembering I got work to still do and moved towards them.

    Continuing my work, scrubbing and cleaning all the blood stains from his footsteps that led up the stairs. I climbed the stairs, my breathing grew heavier.

    Walking up so many flights was an exercise in itself, and My legs ached with each step. The physical labor was exhausting, but it was nothing compared to the emotional toll of living in this house.

    Finally, reaching the top floor, my body on the verge of collapsing. I pushed my cleaning supplies with so much effort, my hand and leg screaming in agony.

    After finishing the gruesome task of cleaning all the blood stains I could find, I stood before the door to the monster room. I still needed to take his laundry, a task that filled me with revulsion. That psycho.

    I pushed my cleaning supplies to the side, trying to compose myself, wiping out the sweat from my forehead to clear my mind. My eyes fixed on the door, Steeling myself.

    Only God knows what horrors was inside, I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw a head just chilling as a decoration, with how twisted he was.

    Preparing to see the worst things, I reached out to the handle, forgetting I should have knocked ~I was freaking tired~ I pushed open the door before entering to see a dark room.

    The room’s lighting was very dim and I blinked twice, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. The walls were painted a deep ~either black or dark blue, I couldn’t quite discern ~ but they had a luxurious touch of gold.

    My gaze wandered to the center of the room, where a massive bed dominated the space. The bed’s was covered with a dark sheet that was nearly tidy, with only a few wrinkles suggesting recent disturbing.

    However, it was clear that he hadn’t dropped onto the bed, at least not yet but I saw something on top.

    Making me slowly move towards the bed to see what it was and I saw it was his mask.

    The mask I had always wondered, the one that seemed to hide a thousand secret. what was it hiding?

    If this wasn’t on his face, and he wasn’t on his bed, then where was he?

    Just as I was pondering this question, my ears picked up the sound of a door opening followed by the soft creak of the footsteps hitting the floor.

    I turned to see him walking out of what I assumed was the bathroom, with only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. The heat of the shower he had taken washed into the room before the door closed, carrying with it the scent of soap and something else, something musky and masculine.

    My eyes were drawn to his chest, where droplets of water clung to his skin, and red flush quickly rise to my cheeks.

    "My eyes are up here, Slave..."