Annabelle's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings, my heart racing with a mix of fear and disorientation. The trauma of what I saw from earlier hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me feeling numbed, detached and struggling to process the horror.
The stack of books I saw in the left corner made me sit upright. This doesn't look like my room. I looked backward only to find the only door that leads to the basement. I screamed in horror, yanking the duvet off my body as I took to my heels.
I bolted towards the door but found it difficult to open, fighting with the doorknob as if an invisible figure was about to feed on my soul. That motherfucker really locked me in, I kept struggling with the door, banging it at the same time, hoping that anyone would notice and help me out.
Unknown tears started trimming down my cute face, the reason for the tears I can't explain. Leaving any rational thought behind, I flew towards the window, it was locked too.
"Arrgh, the end has come for me" I cried out in trepidation.
Wait, come to think of it, how can a surgeon be so afraid of blood till the extent that she passed out, no, maybe it's because of the cruelty of how the men were butcher like animals.
The patients I worked on only met with misfortune, they never planned it for themselves. Mark is such a bastard, every bad word on earth fits, too bad he looks too hot for that.
I slapped my head "snap out of that wishful thinking, he wouldn't look your way, you are just a playful thing and a maid that cleanse after his mess" a small voice in my head said.
Ouch that hurts, I thought, walking back to the master's bed, he even had the gut to lock me in here. I sat on the bed, hugging my legs tightly to my chest, staring blankly on the floor.
Just when I wanted to start counting 1-100 the door opened from outside, Ruiz came in, a maid followed from behind carrying a tray with her, her head bowed as if in respect to the food in her hand.
That I've noticed ever since I started working here, the maids or gardeners never raised their heads up. They operate like those eunuchs I saw in movies as a child.
I shook my head vigorously as the memories of the past wanted to take over my thoughts. Ruiz looked at me skeptically, I could see that he was holding back his irritation.
"Mr. Mark said I should serve you dinner, the maid will bring you a nightwear to change into. Eat quietly and--"
"I want to see my son, there's no way I'm sleeping on this road to hell tonight" I interrupted rudely, glaring at the two of them. I don't care what law Mark has put in place before he left the mansion.
"Well Miss Villarreal, you would leave me no choice than to use force on you, if that would make you comply. And please know your place, you are just like every other maid here and I won't stand here and interrupt me rudely" Ruiz said, his eyes glinting with warning.
I gulped down uneasily, his message was clear and concise, my head dropped in defeat as I watched the maid set the food on the small table in the middle of the room before walking out.
Ruiz gave me a hard glare once again before he finally left the room, there's one thing common to those working in this house. Intimidation. Their presence could intimidate the bravest heart for a few seconds.
My two legs walked me to the table unwillingly, the plan was to starve in protest but my stomach betrayed me. My stomach growled in embarrassment as the aroma of the delicacies wafted into my nose.
I survey the room with my eyes as I munch on the fried rice and chicken placed before me. Surely this is where wealth dwells. The Dickinson's are no.1 in Los Angeles for a reason.
No wonder people craze for wealth, the gold in this room is enough to make a poor man become wealthy for the rest of his life and even in generations to come.
The thought of digging out the gold on the wall crossed my mind and the scenario in the basement displayed itself willingly in mind, I shuddered in fear.
God knows what the man is doing right now, oh no, I slapped my forehead. I should be more concerned about the welfare of my son than some grown up man that's old enough to take care of himself.
I vowed to kick his ass the moment I set my eyes on him, just then the door opened quietly as if it wasn't opened at all.
Everything about this place is as creepy as hell from the onset, like everyone who works here has been cloned, no one dares to betray Mark Dickson, that dickhead.
The song "devil doesn't bargain he only wants your soul" started playing in my head. I just pray to leave here sane and alive.
"Ruiz said you should change into this and go to bed and if you need anything, you should make use of that" the maid said pointing at the telephone on the drawer, without sparing me a glance for a moment.
"What about my son, can you please give this to him, I beg of you" I asked, wrapping the chicken inside the first paper my hand touched without caring to check what the content inside might be.
"You don't need to worry about that, Micheal has been fed and put to bed according to the Master's order" she said smiling at me, even the smile was forced.
My shoulder dropped in relief, so the devil care, fucking bastard.
