I woke up before the sunrise, no surprise considering I went to sleep at like noon. I went on to the balcony the blanket wrapped around me, sitting down in the little metal chair there staring into the darkness as the sun slowly rose and the sky lit up like fire.
I heard the door open and the clink of a tray, a woman peeked her head out in a working uniform. "Did you want breakfast out here, it's a little cold." I was confused by her sudden appearance.
"Um, no it's fine. I'll come in." I came in to find a breakfast of eggs, toast, and fruit, in a tray on my bed with some coffee and a small pastry.
"How did you know I was awake?"
She turned to look at me as she picked up my clothes from the floor that I threw off yesterday, "There are camera's ma'am, we are notified when you wake up so we can bring breakfast." She quickly hung my clothes in the closet, which I hadn't looked in before but had clothes in it.
"Excuse me then." She slipped out of the room before I could say anything more.
I glanced down at the breakfast, took the coffee and left the rest, I have a headache from crying. and I'm still feeling sick from all this shit that has happened. A little brat in me came out and just flipped the rest of the tray off the bed, smashing it all on the ground.
Huh, that did make me feel a little better.
I returned back to the balcony with my coffee and blanket.
I kept looking out at the tall trees that surrounded this place, he said we were in Malaysia. Not even sure where the hell that is, I never traveled before.
I felt a throb from the bruise on my neck, thankfully my tattoo and between my legs wasn't really painful anymore. Guess I should be glad, but it's hard to be happy about anything right now.
The next few days were quiet; I didn't see Ocean or Tora. I was locked up in my room, my meals brought to me, there was a tv on the wall with a few streaming services on them. One of the maids also brought me books, but they were Russian which was no help.
I passed the time watching tv, doing yoga, making sure I was healing ok. Resting and sinking into this reality. I tried to think about some way out, but my best bet is only when he takes me out of here. In here, there is no way even a trained assassin is getting through.
Guess that is the point though.
On the third day I started banging on the door asking for air or something, trying to at least get out of this room for a bit. No one answered, the maids didn't comment when I asked them. Just averted my eyes and hurried along.
On the fourth day I started stripping the room to find the camera's she had mentioned. Couldn't find them, flipped the mattress around, tore apart the lights, ripped the clothes from the closet. They weren't all high end in there, some were just regular things that I would buy, H&M, Victoria Secret, and a bunch of brands I didn't know.
Finally on the fifth day, when I was ready to climb the walls and start screaming like a crazy person. The maid came and was greeted by the mess I had created the day before, she paused at the entryway, no tray in hand or anything.
We stared at each other in silence for a moment before she spoke, "The master is calling for you to come to his office, please freshen up and dress. The guards will take you when you are done." She slipped out of the room.
What the hell was that about? Guess I should be glad I get to leave this damn cramped room. But going to see that bastard in his office, not exactly what I had in mind. Guess its the best I can ask for though.
I got up from the bed, ran the brush through my hair tying it back up, brushed my teeth, and slipped into some of the comfortable clothes in the closet, black wide leg jeans and a long sleeve nude turtleneck top. In the bottom of the closet was a few pairs of shoes, all heels, not my style. I left my slippers that I had found on, cute little fuzzy white open toed slippers.
With that I banged on the door, announcing I was ready to go see that asshole.
See what he wanted from me this time.