Where is the child?!?

The ride to wherever we were going was a very silent one.

I was sitting in the back seat with someone who seemed to be my new owner, and I didn't even bother to look at his face, I didn't want to know.

He's probably taking me to where my organs will be sold, so what's the essence of knowing what he looks like? But I won't deny the occasional whiff of his cologne that came to my nose, he smelled good. What am I doing fantasizing about the person who's going to kill me any minute now?!?

We finally got to where we were going, and I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. I was ready to embrace what was to come. If I die I'll just go join my already dead baby, which is better than staying on this earth with no one to rely on.

I couldn't help but widen my mouth in awe because of how mighty the mansion I was standing in front of was.

Sophie was the only friend I had, and her dad was pretty loaded and owned a company, but their house didn't compare to this one; it's so mighty, and everything was so shiny, you would think it's daytime.

"What are you waiting for?!? Follow me." My owner ordered in a low tone which sent a shiver down my spine.

Was he going to kill me in this beautiful-looking mansion? Would he spill blood in this amazing house? Or does he have some kind of dark underground room where he does all the dirty work? Urrrggg I don't want to go underground again.

We finally stepped into the mansion and there were several maids lined up at the door. The moment I stepped in, I was offered a pair of inside shoes, which made me look at myself; the fear of getting killed didn't even let me remember I didn't have shoes on.

The moment I stepped on them, all of them bowed their heads to welcome me...they wouldn't be bowing to me right?!? Probably to their master and not me.

I looked up to finally see my owner, but he had his back to me and was whispering something to one of the maids. The next moment, he vanished into one of the many rooms.

The maid he whispered to approached me and said

"It's nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Amanda. I'll be your personal maid from today..."

"I'm sorry, did you just say personal maid?" I asked in a hoarse voice still confused at the sudden princess treatment I was receiving.

"Yes ma'am, please come with me. We'll help you wash up and change your clothes into better ones." She added while beaming a smile at me.

She was a middle-aged woman, probably in her late 40s or early 50s. I knew this because her face had some wrinkles on it, but she was beautiful. She must have been a diva at her young age. But why are they being so nice to me? Is this some kind of situation where you take care of what you're about to kill?

I was taken to the bathroom, bathed and made clean...I forgot I could be that clean. They dried my hair and gave me new clothes, applied some makeup, and even sprayed perfume on my body.

Then it started to dawn on me, why were they doing this...it can't be, can it?!? My owner is not trying to get me into his bed, is he?!?

No, no, no, no, no, please no! I can't do this, I'd rather die than let any man lay his hands on my body...at least not after everything that happened months ago. It all started when I entered a man's bed, there's no way I'm doing that again.

After adding the finishing touches to my hair which was tied into a bun, Amanda escorted me into a really big bedroom.

I was scared, so I held onto Amanda's sleeves. I know I just met her, but she had that motherly look that made me trust her instantly.

She smiled at me meekly and said

"It's fine, ma'am, young master will join you shortly. In the meantime, we'll get the chef to prepare dinner for you. I'm sure you haven't had anything to eat all day." She removed my hand from her clothes and left the room.

I was having a mild panic attack. What do I do? Will he come to sleep with me? No! I can't...

The sound of the door opening brought me out of my train of thought.

I turned around, and my owner was right there with a meek look on his face. Why does he look so innocent? No, I can't be fooled. He might be some very dangerous person for all I know.

But why does this dangerous man have crystal gray almond eyes? One look from him was like he was staring into my soul.

He stepped into the room, coming closer to me, who was standing on the edge of the mighty bed in the center of the room.

He came closer and I kept stepping back until I hit the bed and almost fell, but the dangerous man caught me and stopped me from falling.

He was holding my waist, and this proximity was making my breath hitch, and I was finding it hard to breathe.

"Are you ok?" he asked in a demanding tone

"Umm" I could only form a sound

"Alright, let's get to why we're here" he said while helping me up and releasing my waist.

What does he mean by that? I really can't sleep with you...how do I get out of this situation now? I need to think fast.

He came close and grabbed my shoulders while bowing down to be at eye level with me, then he asked

"Where is the child?"

"Child?!? What child?!?"