Chapter 262: Eat
Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion
My eyes glanced over at the table full of the different tools for restraint. In the end, I didnât tie myself up and Hayden wasnât even bothered to tie me up. It wasnât like I could escape from this room anyways and perhaps; I didnât even want to escape.
âStay here. When everything is over, you can leave,â
Haydenâs words came back to haunt me, and my mind couldnât get his emotionless face out of my mind. I sighed for the hundredth time that day as I tossed and turned on the soft king-sized bed. What is he thinking? How can he tell me that I could leave like it didnât matter anymore? Is he really fine with me leaving?
My brows furrowed together before I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands. Iâm going crazy and it hasnât been a day yet that Iâve been locked up in here. The territory that I had fought so hard to earn had been taken from me. I canât roam around the mansion anymore and now I wasnât just confined to my rooms. My territory is now much smaller, and it didnât even have any windows!
I miss my art studio already and Little Hayden, although he turned out to be traitor. Why is that dog so in love with Harvey? It didnât make any sense.
However, that wasnât what I missed the most right now and it wasnât what was the most important thing right nowâ¦
âI canât be bothered to discipline a girl that doesnât obey my orders,â
Haydenâs words came back to me again. My mind replayed it over and over and it was driving me insane. It was like he was still here with me and saying those words to me. I didnât just remember his words. I felt the pain anew each time his words replayed itself in my mind. I remembered everything about it, his face when he said it, his tone of voice when he said it, and how I felt when he said it.
Perhaps he was right, and he shouldnât be bothered anymore with a girl who doesnât obey his orders. My chest felt tight, and tears stung the back of my eyes as I thought about the possibility that perhaps he didnât want me anymore. Without realizing it, and without the ability to stop my own tears, I started crying again.
Although, I knew that it wouldnât help with anything, I continued to cry some more.
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The next morning, I woke up with painful and very swollen eyes. To be fair, I had no idea if it was morning or not because I didnât know when I fell asleep and how long I slept for. If my biological clock was functioning fine, then it was supposed to be morning. The room was silent but that didnât mean that I enjoyed the peace and quiet.
Since I wasnât tied to the bed like the last time that this happened, I could get up and relieve myself in the toilet without Haydenâs help.
As I sat down on the toilet, I wondered if I had made the wrong decision not to tie myself up. If I had tied myself up, maybe Hayden would be here because he would know that I had to go to the toilet and that I couldnât go without his help. Then again, perhaps he had no problem with me peeing right on the bed.
"I look like a messâ¦" I muttered to myself as I stared at my own reflection in the mirror.
The bathroom was decent and had everything including a shower and a bathtub. Everything seemed new and I wouldnât be surprised if it was recently renovated. I took a shower, feeling thankful that Hayden didnât insist that I tie myself up to the bed. When my body was cleaner, I felt slightly better. There werenât any clothes in the room, so I wore a white bathrobe after I was done with my shower.
I sat back down on the large bed. Now what?
Do I just pray that Hayden would remember that he left me in here? Do I pray harder so that heâll pay me a visit?
Just as those thoughts were running through my mind, the door to the room started sliding open. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. My body moved on its own as I jumped out of bed and headed towards the door.
"Hayden!" I cried out his name happily.
My excitement soon evaporated when I realized that Hayden wasnât on the other side of the door. In fact, there was no one on the other side of the door. I looked down at the cart of food and drinks that had been placed right at the entrance of the room. This was certainly an elaborate way to delivery breakfast. I bit my lower lip in disappointment as tears stung the back of my eyes.
Why do I get emotional so easily these days? I was so disappointed that Hayden wasnât there that it hurt so badly.
This was surely a lack of security based on my previous experiences. There were no guards at my door and with the door open now, I could easily walk around the hallway and other places in this underground floor.
Howeverâ¦
âI canât be bothered to discipline a girl that doesnât obey my orders,â
His words put an immediate halt to any thought or action that I may have thought about. I was too scared of the consequences to disobey any of his orders anymore and it wasnât because I was scared of his punishments. I was scared that Hayden would no longer care about meâ¦
If this is a test then, Iâm not going to fail it for sure this time.
I approached the cart of food and began pushing it into my new room. Once I had returned into the room with the cart of deliveries, the metal door immediately began sliding close. The door closed firmly before it locked itself. I picked up a small piece of handwritten note that was placed on top of the cart.
âEatâ
The message was short and simple. It was very much like Hayden to write something like this.
Honesty, there was too much food for one person, and I also found out that apart from the food, other necessities were arranged for me as well including my clothes. I guess, Iâm going to be stuck in here for a while longer.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
--To be continuedâ¦