PERVERT

I am in my room, observing rest. I glance at my wristwatch and breathe out.

The introduction has ended, and everyone has returned to their various houses.

I try so hard to fall asleep, but it seems impossible. This is the 10th time I am trying to catch some sleep, and it isn't working. I think my body needs to be comforted by the wind from the dark sky outside.

I walk out of my room, going somewhere only God knows. I just need to get some fresh air at this point because I believe it's the only thing that can put me to sleep.

I walk down each staircase, my hands jerking in the cold as a heavy wind sweeps through me, making me rethink my plan. Will it even be nice to receive ventilation in such windy weather? I need air, but not to be blown away by it.

"You better get your ass inside. "You can't possibly go out in such horrific weather," my mind screams out, and giving in to defeat, I follow its instructions and trace my steps back to my room.

"What are you doing out here this late? "Do you want to escape or steal from me?" I turn around in the direction the voice calls, my body already trembling.

"Will you remain dumb or give a reply?" the voice furthers. It's Mr.Grumphy. Don't you think he sleeps?

"Mr.Grumphy, I wanted to go grab some air outside because your house suffocates me, and about you saying I want to escape or steal makes you a sane man," I hush angrily. How can he say such disquieting words to me?

"Whatever. "Return to your room immediately and never come out until I ask you to, and yes, we are having a court wedding tomorrow, so you should get ready".

"One more thing. I wouldn't want you to put on those rags you brought in here as clothes, so therefore I will be sending a dress to you," he drops the bombshell that throws me mute for minutes before I finally find myself and give a reply.

"Why do you like informing me about things late?" I know you don't like me, but at least you should get to discuss some things with me before concluding. I am not a puppet". I spill honestly.

"I am not in for long talks, ma. "Just do as I have said," he says, walking away, giving me no chance to say much.

"Fu*k you, bit*h," I yank in frustration as he walks out on me.

"I am not a puppet!" I scream, already in tears. He just can't be dictating what happens in my life for so long.

"I am not your puppet," I scream out, hoping he hears me.

 

Arnold Pov.....

I watch from a corner as she walks away after complaining effortlessly for minutes.

Annoying bitch. Does she think I am here to have mercy on her, look at her face, or even show her mercy?

Mercy isn't on my agenda, so I see no reason I should show it to her. I am still stuck with believing I am going to lose any other woman I love, as what happened years ago still remains fresh in my head, and the memory flushes down my mind, hitting me real hard.

I can remember how she screamed for mercy that day. I remember vividly that she tried all her best to stay alive, but it seems luck was no longer on her side, and I watched her die that day. I watched the only woman I loved so much die, and I couldn't do anything. Or am I to think of the way people blamed me for her death or the way I stayed in isolation for years and nearly ran nuts? This isn't a good memory to recall.

I sniff hard as pain now lingers around me, and after a final glance around my surroundings, I walk to my room.

 

Mira Pov.......

Is this guy here to frustrate me? I am trying to avoid him in every possible way I can, but it seems he doesn't understand that. First, he seized my phone from me; second, he came into my room to molest me; third, he deprived me of lots of things; and now he has the guts to control me around.

I just so wish I would be given the opportunity to slice his throat in two with a knife and it would be legal, but no! I can't possibly do that as it will mean my death, and now the most annoying thing is that the wizard wants to marry me officially, which means having to share a room with him. How am I going to cope with living with someone like him?

 

The next morning...

"F*ck," I cursed in annoyance as the sun from the open window hit against my face. I twinkled my eyes rapidly and turned my face to the other side of the bed in an attempt to spark my eyes open, as the sun wouldn't let me if my face remained close to it.

"Another boring day," I mumble, already sitting on the bed. I rub my eyes tiredly and hungrily and yarn effortlessly, stretching my hands in different directions.

Staring at the blank wall for some time, I lift my lazy self from the bed and walk into the bathroom, where I quickly brush my teeth and take a quick bath. I won't feel comfortable if I delay doing this in the morning.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" a feminine voice called from without.

"Come in. "The door is open," I reply, maintaining my stay on the bed, where I lay staring at the wall clock before the knock intruded.

"Good morning, ma."

"Yeah, morning. "What is it?"

"Emm! Sir Arnold wants you to put this on in readiness for your wedding, and he also said I should inform you that your family will be coming for the wedding, so you have to look your very best," she concludes, and the only thing I find nice about her words is her last statement.

"My family is coming over." I screamed in excitement.

"Yes, ma!" she replies, and with a final bow, she walks away.

"I can't believe I will get to see my family members again. "I thought I would see them only when this contract is over," I thought inwardly, and for the first time in a while, I leaped for joy and happily put on the gown he bought for me. I really can't wait to have them around.