Chapter 4

Nadia's POV 

He walked out of the room, closely followed by his guards.

The door was closed and the whole place was thrown into a deafening silence.

The bright light came back on, with no voices. my foot was seriously wriggling from the bloody heels I had on.

The whole place was stinky from blood and corpses, I have been desperately trying to avoid looking at the dead people and the mere sight of them freaks me out.

I may be a badass and all, but I am still a girl.

I turned to look at the other survival, she looked frightened and stunned at the same time.

“What is your name,” I asked.

I wasn't sure if it was the right move but seriously I needed to just have a conversation with someone.

The day has been hectic. I thought about the stripper who was murdered on his way to my place and the one that got me drugged, and here I am been made a whore to someone I can't see his face.

“My name is Marian,” she said with a shaky voice.

“I'm Nad. I mean rose” I said hating the fact that I almost just gave out my true identity, she can be a spy for all I know.

Just then the door opens, and I saw a girl in leather clothing on very dark makeup standing next to a very huge man.

Scratch that, a beast.

He looked like he just had dinner with the devil. his once what I assume to be a handsome face was badly littered with scars of various degrees.

Is he the ghost?

Is his deformed face a reason for wearing a mask, the more questions flooded through my mind?

“Come here” the girl called out, her face void of any human emotion. A typical example of how I usually keep my face on my badass day.

Talking about being a badass, I seriously was beginning to feel like it's been years since I left my uncle's home.

It's barely six hours and I am already homesick.

I didn't move an inch because I wasn't sure who she was referring to. Marian reluctantly started walking towards her.

“Not you,” she said to Marian, who quickly retraced her steps to her previous position while breathing a sigh of relief.

I walked closer to where she stood and I could sense her eyes scan me up and down.

“Take her to your room and have her freshen up, give her what to put on, and make sure to be done in ten minutes,” the evil-looking man said to the gi while ignoring me as if I want irrelevant.

“Come with me,” she said swaying her leather-fitted ass in a different direction.

After walking a few distances in the never-ending castle, she pulled out her keys from her bra and open the door to what I assume to be her room.

“Welcome to my room princess,” she said sarcastically, as a little smile played in the corner of her lips.

“I'm not a princess,” I said as I took in the view of the room.

The room was an average-looking room with ladies' basics carefully kept in place.

“But of course you are, been the boss's whore makes you a princess,” she said playfully.

“I'm nobody's whore” I mumbled under my breath, so she doesn't hear me.

“That's the bathroom on your right,” she said pointing to the door.

“I don't want to take my bath, I just need a change of clothes,” I said. She looked at me and giggled

“you don't do what you want here princess, you do what you are told,” she said calmly while giving me the understand? look.

I knew I fucking needed a bath, but I wasn't sure of what to expect, what if I get vaporized or something.

“I will get you something to put on when you are done,” she said breaking into my thoughts.

I took off the stupid shoes that had my legs all bruised up and walked into the bathroom, I turned on the shower after which I took of the tiny garment that wrapped my skin like glue.

I removed my wig before letting myself into the hot streaming water, the water ran through my face which turns brown due to the heavy makeup I had on as it drops on my body.

My mind drifted to the reason I was here in the first place, and how I was going to do everything humanly possible to bring down the monster that snatched everyone I ever cared about from me.

“Hurry up, the boss hates to be kept waiting” she yelled from the room, it was pathetic that I was yet to know her name.

I turned off the shower and picked a clean-looking towel to wrap myself in. I got out of the bathroom and saw that she had kept some clothes.

“Sorry these are the only decent clothes I have” she mumbled as she quickly searches through her makeup.

I pick up the dresses as I scanned through to see which one would trouble me less. They were majorly very short and sleeveless, I later settled for a black dress with a deep v-cut at the back.

At least my boobs were covered and my skin could breathe.

“What's your name?” I asked.

“Scarlet,” she said

“I'm rose,” I said

“Don't bother telling your name now, you are only going to say a fake name, trust me, most people did when they first came here” she said still busy arranging her makeup kits.

I decided not to argue, she is right after all.

“Come and sit,” she said.

I walked over to her mirror stand and sat on the chair, while she applied makeup on my face. It was light and simple.

There was a knock on the door, she quickly rounds up and asks that we go out. I took a final look at myself and I was looking pretty like a girl should look I think.

Back home, I hardly have time to apply makeup. There was no one to look pretty for, so I never really bothered.

I followed her as she opened the door and we were greeted by Mr evil-looking face, his look immediately softens for a few secs thereafter his eyes landed on me, but the eyes were off me almost the same instant.

He would have been a handsome man if the scars weren't so visible. He is tall with broad shoulders, his abs can be seen from the partly unbuttoned suit he had on.

“I'm here to take you to your apartment,” he said, still not looking at me instead his eyes are on the red-headed girl beside me.

Am I so hideous to look at

Not that I am jealous or something, but there is something about the way he looks at her that I kind of like.

I have never really had anyone look at me like that, but I guess it must feel nice.

“Let's go,” he said, walking ahead from where I assume he came from.

“See you around princess” Scarlett called out from behind me.

I followed him to another secretion offf building that had several doors, just like a hotel. he stopped at a door that had number twenty-six written on it and opened it.

This will be your room for now till you are told otherwise if you try to sneak out, you will be killed, and if you must go out, ask your guard that will be assigned to you. He said still not sparing me a glance and as if his body was rejecting the words.

officially, he does not like me.

I am not sure I do either.

I went in to take in the interiors of the room, before I could turn to ask something he was gone and was startled by the loud closing of the door.

I continued the touring of my new apartment and I noticed it was a bit similar to that of Scarlet.

It had a mini wardrobe, a makeup section, a bathroom, and a moderate bed size that had clean beddings.

the voice of the man Inanna ask should I say ghost echoed in my ears

You my flower will be my whore

Is this why I am been treated special?

Back in my uncle's house, his favorite whore usually have a little room to herself where he goes to bang her anytime he pleases, he hardly ever bring them to the apartment.

His favorite in turn works in the club as a stripper in other to earn enough money to pay her rent.

My uncle never gives anything out for free, there is always a price to be paid. I am still amazed at his generosity in accepting to cater for me when my parents died.

I was about to rest my tired body on the bed when a knock from the jolted my gaze back to the door.

The badass bitch in me wanted me to get hold of anything that I could use as a weapon but the whore in wanted to cower like a little frightened girl.

I squatted behind my bed waiting for what to come next as the door opened in a bang.

I found myself unable to break my eyes from the silhouette of a tall, well-built man, with the charisma of a god standing at the door.

Our eyes connect instantly as he walked towards me with an aura that screamed fearlessly, bravery, terror, and the most intriguing one sexy.

“Are you alright?” he asked while taking a few steps into the room. There was this aura of safeness I felt as soon as I set my gaze upon him, it almost pulls me closer to him.

“Sorry I didn't hear you answer the door, so I thought you were in some sort of danger," he said, his voice deep and masculine. It was guttural and yet very calm.

“Who are you,” I asked, as I stood up from where I squatted. He was standing a few feet from where I stood, his height towers over me.

“Forgive my manners, my name is Lucas and I am here as instructed by the boss as your bodyguard, so sorry to have gotten you startled," He said.

“It's alright, just that I wasn't expecting anyone," I said, while still trying to act all scared and naive around him. 

My eyes went to the guns he had strapped on both sides of his trouser. I could feel his eyes linger on me for a while.

“I will see you in the morning," he said, as he makes to walk out of the door.

“Goodnight,” I said after him, and within seconds he was gone.