Chapter 9: Losing His Self Control

The room was quiet and still, the only sound that could be heard was the puffs coming from Martin's cigarette as he smoked it while sitting on the armchair as usual. His body was relaxed and still and his face was expressionless, his eyes were fixed on Valerie as if he was trying to read what was going on into her head this moment.

Valerie stood in front of him, her hands clasped together in front of her, her eyes darting around the room as if she was trying to avoid looking directly at him. The air was thick with tension, and the only thing that seemed to break the silence was the occasional puff of smoke from Martin's cigarette. Valerie stood her ground, her gaze never wavering from his face and Martin seemed to be studying her, his eyes never leaving her face.  

He was waiting for her to say something but she was not ready to break the silence. He pulled down his cigarette and finally broke the silence, his voice was low and measured as he asked. "List your offenses"

Offenses? So that means he was talking about the fact that she tried escaping to see her family and also breaking his photo frame. 

Martin's eyes never left her face and she hesitated for some moments before answering. "I.. left.. I escaped from the clan" her voice barely came above a whisper. 

She was trying not to act scared but her voice and shallow breathing kept betraying her, she couldn't control it. He looked at her, waiting for her to say her second offense but she could not bring herself to speak. This was more scary than she had imagined.

"Who gave you the right to enter my room when I wasn't around?" His next question brought her back to him.

It was that strict looking maid, she didn't know her name so how was she going to reply. "T.. the head of the maids asked me to come in and clean up" again her voice was coming above a whisper.

"Hnmm" he stood up and began taking slow steps towards her. Valerie felt like disappearing from his presence. This man was a complete definition of never let them know your next move. Who knows if he might just decide to start strangling her to death.

However Martin scrolled past her to take his phone on the nightstand. He dialed a number and only said a word or two before hanging up then faced her again. There he has it. He could clearly see fear screaming all over her face but she was trying her best to look strong. This was the first time he was seeing this behavior in a woman which he found interesting.

Seconds later the door went open, Evander stepped in with two guards and a strict looking maid who had a fearful look on her face. Valerie recognized her immediately, she was the one that ask her to come clean up this room. They forced her to go on her knees, she had pleading eyes as she stared at Martin then her eyes darted towards Valerie, she discreetly glared at her which Martin didn't fail to notice.

"I heard you asked her to come clean my room when I wasn't around without my permission" his voice was calm but carried a lot of gravity on it which allowed the maid to begin crying out of fear. 

Martin hated tears. It makes him even more angry than he already was. "I should punish you first" he murmured and gave Evander a look which he was quick to grab.

"Spread your hands out!" Evander ordered and she began shaking her head, crying loudly.

The guards standing beside her, took her hands forcefully and spread them. The maids were seriously crying. Evander smiled and went to a closet in Martin's room, he came back with a sharp looking machete. Valerie trembled at the sight of it.

"Please Don.. forgive me" the maid pleaded but as usual, he had a stoic look and this lifeless eyes. He didn't seem to care about her pleas.

Evander squatted in front of her with a smile. There was so much happiness in what he was about to do and Valerie wondered what type of people they were. She wondered why they felt happy seeing blood. What is she expecting, they scared her brother into killing himself. They are monsters.

"Please I promise to.... Ahhh!!" Blood spilled upwards as Evander raised the machete up and butcher the maid's hands.

The sight of blood, the scream, lord. Valerie can't bear this. She couldn't hide how afraid she was anymore, she was terrified and trembling. If Martin could have his men butcher the maid's hands just for bringing her into his room then what would he do to her as she had already broken something personal that belongs to him.

Valerie stylishly peeked at the maid and she immediately took her face away. She now lacked her two hands and blood was everywhere. Valerie felt like she would pass out, are they going to cut her hands and feet next? Who was she without them?

"That's enough" Martin's deep voice echoed around the room and Evander who was about to butcher her second feet stopped. "Lock her up and get someone to clean up this mess".

The guards didn't allow Martin to repeat himself as they pulled her out of the room. Evander's eyes went to Valerie who couldn't hide her scared state anymore. Her body betrayed her already and there's no going back.

"What should we do to her?" He asked.

"I will punish her myself, you can leave" Martin turned back to pick up his smoke. Evander stared at Valerie again before giving Martin a short bow and walking out of the room. 

Martin went back to his armchair and continued smoking while Valerie stayed still. The door opened and some maids came in. They didn't even look surprised as they cleaned the blood on the floor, after cleaning they left and the door went shut now it was back to the both of them again.

"Take of your clothes" 

This time, Valerie could hear her own heavy breathing breaking the silence of the room when he said that but then she remembered Sage saying the boss wasn't interested in women and her hands began to tremble as she unbuttoned her blouse until she was left with only her bra, her hands went behind her back to get rid of the hooker. Her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his eyes on her, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, she let the bra fall from her upper body then she slowly peeked at him.

He was watching her with keen interest, Valerie could swear that she saw something flashed through his eyes but she couldn't explain. 'He is gay' her inner self said to her. This was her motivation to stand before him to undress herself, he just wants to make her feel humiliated with herself but she would never let that happen. 

Her fingers fumbled with the zipper of her skirt, and she shivered as the cool air hit her bare legs. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside, standing in nothing but her panties. She peeped at him again and he still had his eyes roaming around her body as she spoke. The way those devil eyes looked at her gave her some sort of chills. Her hands reached out to the hem of her panties and she took it off, leaving her with nothing.

He still had his eyes on her and this time he was no longer smoking. Valerie felt completely exposed to him, her chest kept rising up and down waiting for him to do something but his wicked eyeballs kept moving around her body not leaving anywhere untouched.

'Has she always been this sexy?' were the thoughts that were happening in Martin's mind right now. He felt a lump gathering on his throat and a bulge growing rapidly within him. This would be the first time he was feeling like this while looking at a woman's naked body. 

He had seen lots of women's nakedness before and had never felt like some self control were leaving him so what was so special about this woman herself? Was it because unlike other women she doesn't pounce on him, begging him to enter her and destroy her the way he wants or was it that she always tried to act brave even when her insides are violently trembling but whatever this feelings was, it won't stop him from punishing her for breaking a photo frame that was really special to him. 

"Walk to the window, hold the walls tight and bend your asshòle towards me" he leaned back, relaxing on his chair.

Valerie's heart went away with that statement of his but her mind kept playing when sage said he wasn't interested in women. She took a deep breath and raised her feet up as she slowly walked towards the transparent windows where she could see the starless sky again. She did what he asked her to do and shut her eyes tight hoping to hear him asking her to get dressed and leave.

Martin stood up from his chair and began unbuttoning his shirt which Valerie could see blurry from the window. Her heart was seriously pounding against its ribcage as she heard his footsteps approach her, his shadow hovered behind her and her grip on the small wall under the window tightened.

'Please ask me to leave' She pleaded inwardly. She didn't know what he was doing behind her back but he should ask her to get out of the room like the last time. She was beyond embarrassed.

To her dismay, she felt his hands on her waist and before she could make a little reaction, he pushed himself inside her.