Chapter 27: ★Looking like a defeated man★

    ~Chapter 27~

    "You’re sorry?" He growled, using his free hand to grab my face. "So you really are a prostitute, apologizing for what?" His grip was crushing and so was his words making my jaw and heart ache.

    Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? Why did he care? I tried to push him away, but he swished me more.

    Slamming me against the wall, making the water in the glass I was holding fall to the floor with a loud splash, the glass falling down too.

    "No...no," I stared back up at him in horror. His face was twisted into a snarl. He looked like he’d lost all grip on reality. His calm and collected face wasn’t there, he looks insane, has he lost his damned mind?

    "I’m sorry for not staying in my room. But Miss Stella is very ill, and she needs my assistance right now." My words tumbled out, frantically rushing it out as he continued to squeeze me, my face throbbing with pain, it was definitely getting a new bruise.

    Does he take pleasure in painting me with bruises? Was this some kind of guilty pleasure.

    "I need yours," he hissed, gazing at me with a fleeting emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. it was an emotion I was sure he didn’t possess with his attitude.

    But the emotion left quickly, replaced by the familiar darkness that simmer around him

    He began pressing his body into mine, his chest crushing me against the wall. His heat radiating against me, making my skin crawl in fear.

    I tried, pushing him away, using both arms to shove against his abdomen. The flush deepened around my face, reaching to my ears too as I struggled to free myself. My eyes darted towards all over, searching for an escape or a distraction.

    "What’s going on?" A husky voice rang out from the hallway. Snapping my head towards it to see, Mr Antonio, oh praise God.

    Mr Antonio looked to be a man with sympathy and I silently thanked the universe for bringing him here at this critical time. Even though I’m not so sure if I’m safe yet.

    He stepped closer to us, looking down to the shattered glass and spilled water.

    Must be wondering what the hell happened and why the position we’re in right now. His expression turned quizzical. Could almost see the questions racing through his mind.

    "Romeo." Mr. Antonio deep voice called out to Mr Salvatore who was now burying his face onto my neck. What the heck is he doing.

    Mr. Salvatore didn’t flinch nor move from his name being called. Instead, he snarled out a word, "Fuck off." His cold breath fanned my neck, making all the hair around it stand up.

    A chill run down my spine as I wondered if he was going to bite me. He eats human, I thought, remembering the head gift and the finger I saw on his sink. No wonder but my neck was still bruised, and the thought of being bitten and the additional pain sent panic through me.

    I don’t want to be bitten, my neck is still bruised, get away.

    Just as all hope was getting lost, he was harshly pulled away from me and I almost fell, not realizing he was the one holding me up.

    Watching in relief as Mr. Antonio held onto a struggling Romeo~ Mr Antonio called him that~ who looked like he’d lost all control.

    "I said fuck off, old man," Romeo face was twisted into a snarl as he exclaimed, trying to push Mr. Antonio away. He almost landed a hard blow to Mr. Antonio’s face, but the older man dodged it with ease.

    "It’s alright, everything is fine, calm down, calm down, Rome," Mr. Antonio spoke softly to my tormentor, who was whispering words, but I couldn’t quite hear as he was now far from me.Mr. Antonio was talking too, but in Italian.

    "What’s going on?" I couldn’t stop myself from asking, my curiosity getting the better of me. Mr. Salvatore looked so disoriented, so unlike himself.

    He seems so lost, so powerless. He wasn’t facing me but with his shoulder slump and not carried up high, he looked like he had lost it.

    Mr. Antonio looked over to me, his expression stern. "It’s none of your business, please carry on with what you were doing." With that, he began walking away, Mr. Salvatore still struggling in his grasp. I watched them go, my mind reeling with questions.

    None of my business? Nut that makes me more curious to know what the hell just happened.

    One moment, he was trying to...I shuddered at the memory ~Eat me~...and the next, he looked so defeated in Mr. Antonio’s grip.

    It’s none of your business, Katya get yourself together. I reminded myself sternly, shaking off the lingering fear but the phrase only served to pique my curiosity further.

    Where was the monster who gifted me a head, crazy how this house always gives me the unexpected circumstances. First Miss red the witch, hit her head and became nice to me and now my tormentor behaving weird, I can’t even place what attitude he displayed.

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    You need to get Miss Stella her water. Oh shit, the words flashed through my mind, jolting me back to reality. Reminding me of Miss Stella and my abandoned task.

    How could I have forgotten about her in the midst of all this chaos? I rushed back to the kitchen, grabbing a new glass of water.

    Hurrying back to her room, making a mental note to return to the hallway and clean up the broken glass later.

    For now, I needed to go help Miss Stella. She was coughing furiously and I forgot about her, how stupid can I be? What if her condition had worsened while I was distracted?

    I pushed open the door to her room, water glass in hand, and stepped inside. Prepared to tend to her.

    But only to find her back asleep, on her bed, looking good and fine.

    Shit!