Chapter 7

"Um I don't really know much about him but the few times I've gone out with him... he always orders for Cobb salad that should definitely be his favourite but don't worry I believe he will love this too." She said enthusiastically.

Cobb salad?? If that's what he always order  then I believe it must really be his favorite.

But wait... I've never heard that before how is it prepared.

"No he ask me to prepare his favorite I just decide on this out if the blue, if Cobb salad should be what he always prefers then I believe that should be his favorite but the issue is I've never even heard that before and I don't know how to prepare it.." I rushed the words. And that was how she volunteered to give me a helping hand she takes her time cooking it while and I watched. She tells me it's their local dish, only the Lymia park knows of it so it will be impossible for an outsider to prepare it.

While she does it we discussed over random things and I get to know that cooking is one of her hobby.

She's a really kind and nice person and out of Everyone  here I love her so much. For someone who takes cooking as hobby , It doesn't take quite long before she was done.

I couldn't thank Her enough. We baded  goodbye before she left.

I dished the food in a plate and goes out heading to the Alpha room with a heavy heart. Each step I take sent chill all over my body and heart pounds the closer I draws near to  the door. Standing before the door of the room, I braced  my self for whatever will happen to me then I pushed the door open and got in to meet him sitting on his bed shirtless.

"I am here with your food." I says softly as his cold gaze pierced through me.

"Bring it here." He commanded and I walked closer to him handling him the food. Sitting the trail on the bed, he opens it and I notice his brows furrowed up in shock? Suprise? I couldn't really tell. he threw a gander  at me and then back at the food. I glumped trying to  figure out what his reaction conveys?

Could it be  what he has expected or did I maybe prepare his hated dish? I felt a little relieve as he dug his spoon  and shove a spoon full of cobbs into his mouth. he then turns to face  me again this time around, shooting  me daggers. I just know I'm dead,  the only thing that's eating me up now is his silence. I want him to at least say a..

"How do you learn about this meal and who prepared it?"

"It's me. I prepare it." Lying was the neatest way to not get in trouble now.

"Really? Great." He deadpanned and then he closed his eyes and mindlink his beta to send down all his cook now.

Shortly after, they all came present then he stood up and start walking around then

"Who among you prepared my breakfast?"

He asked but of all then denies which is the truth. he pressed harder but They kept denying it so with that, he dismiss  them and turn back to me.

"How you were able to prepare our local dish I don't know but that isn't the mysterious part about it, how you are able to know I have a thing for that food is questionable." I didn't know whether to be relieved or be more aghast. And with the smirk stamping on his face literally spelling mischief, the later seemed to be taking a toll on me.

"You weren't suppose to guess my favourite meal," he sat back on the bed " and you weren't suppose to be able to prepare it at all So for failing my expectations, go on your kneels now." He ordered.

I fell down to my kneels.

"On your fours" he growled. wait.., don't tell me he's planning to rape me? God knows I might just die.

A burning sensation  at my back made me jolt out from my thought, I realized he had placed the hot plate on my back.

"You'll stay this way and serve as my table till I'm done eating"

The heatness from the plate shoots through my back like  pins and needles piercing into my skin. I felt like hell.  I wanted this to end, I wanted to wriggle my body so the plate could fall off but I dare not do that. So helpless and vulnerable I gave way to tears enduring the pains.g

Pains and numbness is all I feel as I stayed in this positive for what seem like hours but just minutes. I'm pretty sure my skin most have been peeling off but the intense burning sensation I've felt all through as he ate comfortably on my back

"Rechel?? What?" I overheard him bellow at nothing Which made me flinch but not daring to make the plate fell off my back.

"Yeah but she couldn't satisfy me." He groaned again talking to someone that wasn't here.

"Look Rechel she's just a slave okay... you are deferent"

Even though I don't know exactly who he's talking to or what's he's talking about but something in my gut told me he's referring to me... as what? His slave and I felt my body go stiff.  blood flushing through my veins and I don't know if it's that of Anger or hurt.

"Well you isolated yourself from me during the heat of the war so I've to get myself a girl to satisfy me but now that I've a slave that won't repeat itself."

I get it now, he's mindlinking someone cause he pauses at intervals before he speaks again.

"C'mon Rechel a slave is just a slave, And as long as you wouldn't be here always I'll keep fucking her for a supstitute, no hard feelings." The knife at my chest twisted as a tear drop from my eyes.

I don't know if I'm crying for the fact that he's calling me a slave or the fact that he's likely gonna keep on raping me as he wishes. And thinking about that, I'm not ready to be someone's sex slave especially not this monster.

"You better make sure of that" that statement hits me so hard and it got me thinking if he was referring to me or to the person he's mindlinking. Wait... what if he's reading my thought?

"Stand up." I heard his commanding voice hack into my thought.

Okay I'm so dead.

A part of me want to obey his command and sprung up which is what I wanted though but his plate  is still place on my back and from the weight of it, there's content in it.there's no way I can stand up without his food pouring on the floor which will definitely trigger another punishment.

With my mind reminiscing on what he might do to me if I delay any longer, I rose up immediately to my feet and as expected the dangling sounds of culturly and plate kissing the tile floor enchoed through the room.

A gasp flew out of my mouth as I watch his meal splashed down on the floor.

"I'm sorry," came my dry voice as my head was faced down.

He didn't say any word as I felt his eyes boring holes all over me.

The more the silence extends the more my heart beats.

Say something or do something, anything to break this awkward silence at least.

"Clean up this mess and fuck off." Okay I wasn't quite expecting that. Dropping down to my feet, I gathered the food scattered around the floor then I stuff it into the plate.

Though the tile floor was extremely neat, it still manage to be mixed with dirt particles.

I finished stuffing the food back into the plate and stood up back to face  him. He didn't say a word as he turned his back against me then went to stand before the window, his hands shove dip in his pocket.

I wanted to walk out already. since he already told me to fuck off, I don't think I need any more further permission from him to leave.

"Your food..." came his calm yet dangerous voice as I was halfway to the door. While trying to process what he meant, he spoke again. "That will serve as your breakfast for today" he says and I need no one to tell me that he's referring to the food on my hands.

I swallowed a lump as it sinks in, how could he expect me to eat this? Even dogs wouldn't be given this kind of mess.

I don't even want to talk about the quantity of the food, even an infant  won't eat it to satisfaction.

I remained standing at the door as tears sprout out of my eyes, I want to throw the trash  at his face and tell him to go fuck himself but I can't. "You can leave." He said coldly and I slowly walk out of the room.

I don't even know where to go. the only place I am quite familiar with was the living room and the kitchen. And my instinct took me down to the kitchen.  I know I'm very hungry and could die at any moment but I can't  eat this food so with that in mind, I plan to trash the food and look for something else to eat.

As I approach the kitchen I hope I meet maam priyanka cause even though I don't really like her, she's the only one I can talk to in the place. On getting to the kitchen, two maids were busy with stuffs there but my presence stole thier attention.