What Does He Want?

Chapter Six

What Does He Want?

Eliza Harper

"Goodnight," the woman whom he called Ivy said to me before walking pass me.

"Goodnight," I responded but that was after she left.

I turned back and he was already walking you the stairs, I still couldn't wrap my head around what happened in the last few minutes.

He already had a maid, why was he making me his maid again, it wasn't like he was in dear need of one.

There has to be something else about me working for him that he is hiding, there was something and a reason behind all his actions, because how could he be so cold to me alone?.

I could see how close and free he was with Ivy, the emotions in his eyes and the horrible face he gives me wasn't there, why was I the only on being treated that way,I needed an answer, and I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I was short of patience, and I was tired or keeping quiet. I didn't know how long I was going to be staying with him, it would be better to know his motives before I start staying in his house, I wasn't even sure of his identity yet.

"Hey," I called, maybe it was rude but that was how I felt at that moment. He couldn't have been older than me, and even if he was, he was be in the same age range with my sister, Emily.

He stopped and turned back to me, I knew that would be the only language he understands, he wouldn't have responded if I had called him master just like ivy does. Wealthy people are always so full of themselves and they keep matching you without bothering when you keep giving them the chance.

"What the hell do you want from me?," I yelled, it was better to know what he wants from the beginning. If it was something I wouldn't be able to keep up with, I could just state a time I would return his money.

He glared at me as usual, his eyes were so intimidating and I wanted the earth to open up and take me in until he leaves.

He began to come down from the stairs, taking a step after the other until he got to me. He shook his head and dipped his hand into his pockets.

He began to scrutinize my whole body with his disgusting look, he looked at me from head to toe, like I was nothing, like I was just a thing he could walk on if he wanted. It felt like I wasn't a human and I was never going to get to his position in life, I wasn't sure of who this man was and why he was doing all that to me.

"You dare ask me that stupid question," he shouted and my body shook, I began to tremble in fear, his voice resounded in my ears making my body sweaty, "You dare ask me what I want from you?," he grunted, "Such audacity," he shook his head.

I was scared, but I summoned the courage to talk, that might my last chance, and I wanted to make use of it. That might be my last and only chance to stand up to him and make my voice heard, I wanted to do it without thinking about what would he the result.

I knew that I would have to make a decision after our talk, I either stay with him and work of the money, or I go out in search for it which I never think I would.

I wasn't qualified to work in an office or anywhere, the only place I was qualified to work at was the coffee shop, and the money I get there isn't even enough for my three square meal, how was I supposed to pay him back with it?.

"Yes..yes," I tried as much as possible not to make it known that I was scared of him, "What is it that you want from me?," I asked, "You have a maid already, why do I have to work as your maid?," I was confused, and I hope he would give me an answer to it.

He shook his head with a faint smile on his lips, "You are basically going to become my slave, not my maid," he folded his arms, "I own you, I own your life, and I can make you do whatever you want without being questioned my anyone," he added and moved closer to me, I wanted to step back, but it was too late.

"You signed the contract, don't forget, you are mine, I own you," he shouted in my ears and I gasped for breath.

I shivered as I stared at him, "But...but why would you treat me this way?," I asked, my eyes were already filled to the brim with tears, I had always been treated that way by others.

I had always been intimidated my others, I was bullied, and this is also not different from bullying. It was the same story for me, but different people, they always pick on me..

"You talked nicely to the maid, you were nice to Ivy, but not me," I murmured, trying hard not to cry, "Why won't you or anyone be nice to me?," I broke into tears, it was so hard to deal with people picking on me.

He laughed, he wasn't even concerned that I was in tears, he wasn't bothered about how I was feeling, he was making a joke out of my condition, it seemed like fun to him.

"You don't deserve to be treated right, you will never deserve it," he stated and pulled me closer to himself, "And even if everyone treats you right and nice like you want, I, Alexander, I will never treat you right," he added and pushed to the floor, "You don't even deserve to live among the humans, you are a murderer, an animal, so stay where I put you and do whatever I ask you to do, or I will make your life more of a hell," he fumed and turned back to the stairs.

I was on the floor, I couldn't stand or say anything, I just watched him as he walked up the stairs.

My lips quavered as the tears in my eyes won't stop rolling down, my whole life which was a mess before was more than a mess now, this man was ready to take me on a journey to hell.

He turned back to me and I froze up, "You will be using that room, and make sure you don't touch anything there," he instructed and I nodded immediately.

He walked into his room and I was left alone, on the floor, with my life not being different from what it had been before, the only slight difference was that it was worse. I was living with a devil, he owns my life.