Two days had passed since Arabella saw her period for the first time, since she’d come to stay in this mansion and to be honest, she was amazed by his understanding and kindness. The way he had been treating her all these days was so surreal and she did not expect such chivalry and gentleness, from a man who had once treated and spoken to her like she was nothing short of an object, a slave for him.He suddenly changed overnight or over day, and every single thing he did for her made her swoon all the more.He had someone pick up health and female menstrual hygiene toiletries and supplies for her just yesterday. He had someone get her pads, the necessary pain killer pills and syrups she needed, even a heating pad to ease the pain. She had never expected to be treated so well, especially not by him, but well he was hundred percent exceeding all her expectations.Apart from all these, he also came to check on her every morning before he went to work, and every night before he went to
‘…”You thought you could escape me, did you not?" Arabella’s heard his voice growl from the door way, and she shuddered instantly.Opening her eyes slowly to find herself strapped to a chair with a thin wire, a stream of tear fell down her face as she began to mumble incorrigible words. With dim eyes, her vision blurred, she looked around the room. Her heart squeezed in her chest when she realized that, she could recognize the polished walls.It was so so familiar, and the faded posters of music icons she never got to meet had her chest tightening at the same time.But what really caught her eyes, was the spring bed close by and as her eyes flew open yet again, panic seized her chest with sharp claws. No! No! No! She just couldn’t be here. She’d escaped this place so why was she here?No! She blinked her eyes yes twice trying to dispel the images, but she just couldn’t because as she opened them still, reality stared straight back at her. She was in her room! No. Not her room in her
Arabella could not believe her ears. She still sat still in shock, blinking rapidly as she stared at the empty door her master had just walked out from. It was hard to believe what he had just said - even though he had been doing a lot of nice things to, and for her. She had not expected this, it was almost too much.Fucking too much and out of her expectations too.Once he was out of the dining, she did not waste any more time, trying to even eat or whatsoever. She pushed her chair backwards and jumped up from her seat. With a bright smile plastered on her face, she gathered all the plates on the dining and rushed to the kitchen to drop them. Once she was done, she hurried into her room and searched her wardrobe for the most suitable dress to wear outside the walls of the mansion. This was her first time going out, and she had to look good. Not just for herself, but for her master too.She couldn’t wait to see the look in his eyes, once he saw whatever she had worn, and she knew
The drive back home was silent, except for the soft R&B music that emanated from the car stereo, to which Arabella shook her head absentmindedly too.As for Klaus, he just tapped his right foot and his right index finger on his knee as he stared outside the window, his thoughts wandering away.He was thinking about the piece of art he’d bought, which was currently sitting in the trunk of his car, and the more he thought about it, the more he could note that Arabella was indeed right when she said it looked like her. It didn’t look like her per say, but it deftly illustrated all what she must be going through, and for a second his heart clenched painfully.He knew in the coming days, seeing the painting would take his mind back to her, whenever he stared at it and honestly that’s why he’d even purchased it.He wanted to be reminded of her, and all that she stood for, every second of every minute of the day.Pure, innocent, jovial and energetic. She oozed all these qualities, and even
Arabella started with dicing the beef, just the way Mrs George had taught her that Master Klaus liked it. Well, not "taught" directly, but she did learn it from constantly watching the woman do it for her master, so she had learnt to pick it up with ease.She was making one of his favorite chicken sauces, and she could not wait for him to taste it. From where he stood outside the kitchen as she busied herself chopping onions, Arabella watched him with doe eyes, not even glancing except on occasions so as not to injure herself with the knife she was holding.His hands worked his way through his thick mass of dark hair as he walked down the stairs, and she could see that he was shirtless too.The the tattoo that stretched from his right breast to underneath his right ear was visible, and swallowing back a huge gulp of whatever Arabella noted the fact that indeed her master was one fine specimen.This man was an epitome of walking sin, and no one could compare to how sexy he was, at le
As he watched her leave, Klaus heaved a sigh and leaned into his chair. He kept his eyes on the curve of her ass as she walked - not that he could do anything else. The girl seemed to consume his whole being whenever he was just looking at her. He watched her until she disappeared from his sight. He raised his right hand up to his face and twirled his ring around his index finger.He did have something - or someone - to attend to in the dungeon beneath the floorboards of his house. It was someone he had put off attending to in a very long time. The being still needed to be reminded of his place in the world, and Klaus was determined to remind him that very night, no other time than that night.He rose from the dining and pushed the chair away. He did not pay any mind to it, neither did he look back at it to consider putting it in its right place, his guards would do it after he was gone. He locked his hands behind his back and kept his head up, his dark eyes straight on the path that
The sun crept in through the window blinds, and she turned in her sleep to block her face from the severity of the sun rays. Once she had turned her back to the window and the scorching sun focused on the skin of her back instead of the skin of her face, she heaved a sigh and started to open her eyelids slowly.When her eyes were fully opened, she did find herself in her room. She recognized the bedsheets she lay on top and the sight of the towel that hung on the door in front of her. She heaved a sigh and started to rise from bed.There was no one in the room with her, she was alone, all alone. Yet, she could feel a strong presence around her, as though she was not alone at all. She knew it was because her master spent the night with her.Yes, his scent that enveloped the room was more than enough to give him away.She could recall herself passing out against the kitchen counter with his dick still inside her. A small smile formed on her face and she made her way to climb down from th
With a smile on her face, Arabella continued to push the trolley in her hands forward as she walked past the sardine fish section of the supermarket. She still managed to keep the smile on her face, even though she was yet to see EXACTLY what she wanted. There was a particular specie that made her sandwich so much better, but they did not seem to have it in this supermarket, which has to be an irony, seeing as the supermarket was the largest in the city, and the second largest and most popular in the state. Tired, she picked just any sardine she found and added it into the trolley with the rest of her other items. She was almost done. All she had to do left was pick up some personal items, and she would be done for the day. Once again, as she rolled her trolley to the counter, she got the queasy feeling in her stomach. It had started from the moment she walked into the restaurant, and it felt as though someone was watching her from the shadows, someone she could not see. The thou