Freedom or not

“Why can't I go in? What is in there?” Amira asked Kira curiously, her eyes still on the door.

“I am not in the right place to tell you, it's something that I can't mention except I want to put myself in trouble.”

Now Amira curiousity grew, telling her to stay off and learning it's just a secret made her want to know more. But what was her business? All she wanted was to run away, where none of them would contact nor see her again, then she'll start afresh.

But seeing how Andrea was, made it realized it's going to be difficult for her. He hadn't informed her why he had married and locked her in, and she was the type who hates secret which concerns her.

She heaved a sigh, drawing her attention from the room to her escape plans and said “okay, since you offered, I would like to go back to my room.”

Kira nodded swiftly, and followed her seeing if she could learn her way back to her room. Soon Brenda Ran towards them, gave Amira a respectful bow which made her uncomfortable, and said.

“Mrs Martini, please come with me. Mr Martini wants to see you. He Instructed that you follow me this instant please let it be a yes.”

Without reply, Amira followed Brenda, who led her to Andrea's bedroom. She knocked softly, and his voice was heard ushering them to come in.

Andrea was found sitting elegantly on his couch beside the huge window, the sun casting his rays on him, reflecting his shadows, accentuating his features making him hotter.

Amira stood still admiring him a bit realising she had never had a close capture of him. Andrea, feeling she stares at him, stood up with a smirk on his face, walking slowly at her, while Amira pulled back a bit.

Brenda didn't know if this was the right time to stay or leave.

“Please stay where you are, don't come closer.” Amira forced herself to say, feeling nervous but Andrea, stubborn as ever, stood in front of her, taking her small slender hands into his.

“Why shouldn't I come closer to my wife?” He whispered, caressing her hand gently, which sent chills into Amira.

Amira was confused at his behaviour, he was acting all cold and Intimidating earlier, and now he had a softer look on his face, with a smirk which attracted and at same time irritated her.

She tried withdrawing her hands from his, but he grabbed it harder, rubbing his fingers against hers and then a frown appeared on his face.

“Where is your wedding ring? Why is it not on your finger?” He asked in a firm tone, but his face remained composed.

Amira, constructing some words in her head, forced herself to say “I…I took it off before taking my bath, I forgot to put it on.”

Andrea shook his head, taking her fingers towards his mouth, placing soft kisses on it, while his eyes were still on hers.

Andrea turned to Brenda whose eyes were on the floor, avoiding to look at them. In that position “Go to bedroom and get the ring for me now!”

Amira parted lips looking at Brenda leaving them alone, and then back at Andrea, glaring at him.

“Why does she need to bring it? Do I need to keep wearing the ring?” She half yelled.

“As long as I am your husband, you wear that ring, as I wear mine. Never take it off.” He replied coldly, his breath fanning her neck. He held her chin, pinching it softly, while scanning her face.

“You're beautiful you know that Amira. You're mine and forever mine.” Andrea mumbled, wearing a smug smile on his face.

“I will never be yours Andrea, I'm still young and never wanted to be your wife.” Amira replied, but instead of receiving a frown from him, he laughed instead, revealing his cheek dimple which she barely noticed on his face.

She wondered what was funny, as he laughed in an attractive way. She has never seen or heard any man laugh in that manner, not even her father.

“I love it when you struggle with me. It's cute but empty, as long as I am alive or after my lifetime, you're forever mine Amira, take note of that.”

Amira rolled her eyes in response, muttering curses at him in her head. Then the door opened, revealing Brenda, who was panting heavily.

“Master, I couldn't find the ring. I have searched everything for it.” Brenda commented, her heart racing on behalf of Amira.

Amira who heard that, had a smirk on her face, while Andrea's face remained stoic.

“Where is your ring? What did you do?” He whispered, at the volume that both of them could hear.

Amira feeling, like part of her plans of annoying and irritating him, was working and replied proudly. “I flushed it down the toilet.”

Brenda became scared on Amira’s behalf, excused herself and left the room. Amira suddenly thought about what she just said, she felt her heart raced faster anticipating his next reaction.

But instead he let go off her hand, walked through another door. At this point Amira became scared.

“What have I done?” She whispered, rubbing her hands, trying to cool herself down, she felt her own body shaking.

“Would he hit me?” She wondered, trying to control herself.

Then Andrea came out with a straight face, holding a small box. As he approached her, Amira took steps back, fear written all over her face and Andrea noticed this and held her hand.

“Please let go, I'm sorry I shouldn't have.” She whispered, closing her eyes, anticipating what he would do next but she heard he scoffed instead.

“Stop being dramatic and open your eyes.” Andrea said calmly.

Amira opened her eyes in response, to her surprise, he opened the black box in his hands and brought out another diamond ring.

Swiftly, he wore it on her finger, which was exactly her size. Took a tiny needle from it, glanced at Amira seeing the fear on her face made him satisfied for no reason.

He pierced his finger with it, and then grabbed Amira's, who was trying to drag her hand away from his, and pierced hers. After that, he rubbed her fingers with his, and rubbed the ring with their blood mixed together.

“I had to do this, since you threw the first one away. And mind you, if you do this again I'll make sure I do this over and over again until I find a glue and stick the ring on your finger.”

After that he took her finger which he had pierced, still bleeding and place it in his mouth, giving it a lick. This action made Amira irritated, why was he doing that? That wasn't normal at all.

“Please stop that.” She whispered, dragging her hand away from his, furrowing her brows in annoyance while watching the smirk that formed on his face.

They remained that way, staring at each other for a long time, marking each perfection, each flaws on their faces, and Amira couldn't help but felt a strange sensation in her stomach, not wanting to have it.

Andrea obviously, was an incredibly attractive man, but that won't give her more reason to stay in this marriage as his wife.

“Can I go now?” Amira made herself asked, feeling she had over stayed her forceful welcome.

“Yeah.” He replied, directing her to the door, and Amira was glad enough to leave quickly until he does another thing to make her stay.

As she stepped herself, she found Brenda waiting for her. Then Instantly she pulls her closer whispering with full command.

“I want you to get me out of here. I can't fucking stay here.” She whispered.

“But i..I can't do that, I'll be in so much trouble if you do.” Brenda stuttered feeling both confused and scared.

“You won't get in trouble trust me. Please just help me, tonight.” Amira pleaded, her eyes filled with tears and that convinced Brenda enough that she never wanted to be here at first. Brenda took a deep breath, to calm her shaky breath, she nodded with a small smile on her face. With that Amira hugged her, tightly as her gesture of being grateful.

Later that evening, Amira felt relieved that Andrea had not bothered her. She stared at her finger, seeing the wedding ring on it, covered with their dry blood. She scoffed angrily, reminiscing of how predictable and a psycho Andrea was.

She was changed into a comfy shirt and pants, tied up her hair in high ponytail, As she began her mission. At first she opened her bedrooms door, staring to see if anyone was coming, and suddenly felt relieved as she sighted Brenda.

“The coarse is clear, Mr Martini hasn't been here since morning. It's the perfect time to leave mistress.” Brenda whispered softly. Amira smiled at her words, ‘he wasn't home?, great!’

“Then let's go, I don't have time.”

With that, Brenda led the way, after marking every spot in the mansion which was hardly ever used,but deep within her she knew this was a sacrifice, which her life might be affected. But although she had came up with a lie, to tell Andrea, whenever he asks for her.

Amira couldn't contain her joy, she was going to be free once and for all.

After that, they got to the back gate of the mansion, and Brenda stood there looking around in fear.

“I can't follow you, this is my final step. The gate is locked, but there's a small entrance that isn't locked. It will lead you to a tunnel, and when you passed through the tunnel, you'd come out in the heart of the city.” Brenda mumbled softly, with great concern for Amira. This was one risky thing to do, expectially when she had a husband who wants to keep her in at all cost.

“Thank you so much Brenda, this means a lot to me.” Amira replied giving her a small hug before entering the tunnel. And Brenda after watching her leave, heaved a sigh of relief and went back to the mansion.

Amira continues crawling in the tunnel, which gets darker the more she goes in. She got to a point that she had regrets taking this path, but she couldn't stop. This was her freedom, her salvation. She must escape at all cost even though it put her life at risk. She continued the little journey in the tunnel, which took her 30 minutes before she could see the lights from the end.

“Finally.” She sighed tiredly, feeling exhausted, and her body covered in dirt and dust. As she got out, she found some men standing there like they were waiting for her, wearing black outfits. Amira was confused at first, until she saw that one person she was running away from.

“Congratulations my love, your plan almost went successfully.” Andrea clapped with amusement written all over his face.