She upturned the duvet, searched the night stands and looked behind the headboard but she still didnt find what she was searching for.
"Hey...I am looking for something." She turned around to look at the man and her worried face froze.
He gave her an innocent look and placed his hand on his chest.
"Do I get to go out now. I have a mask." He softly spoke.
She drew in a deep breath and fanned her cheeks.
"A mask?" She drew in another breath. "That...that..." another long breath. "THAT IS MY SANITRY PAD YOU IDIOT!" she shouted and he flinched backwards.
"What is a sanitry pad?" His muffled voice asked over the pad he had used to cover his nose and mouth. His gold eyes stared purely back at her with an innocence that looked like she had tainted.
Her little feets made light noise on the wooden floor, as her hands stretched forth, trying to path a way to the door. It was a futile effort but she wanted to try. To escape this place would be her greatest achievement. In the darkness, her blue eyes drifted behind to stare at the huge bed.
The man was peacefully sitting alone, a book in his hands surly unaware of her attempt to flee after sneaking in his room. His beautiful lips curled upwards probably because he read something amusing but surly not because he noticed her. For a while, she stopped to admire his beauty. The great craft of the Almighty or perhaps his best art. His biggest weakness. He slipped the book to the other page, clearly interested in it, unaware there was a naked woman attempting escape few feet after his bed.
Phantasy took another brave step ignoring everything her feet touched.
Too bad he couldn't hear inhuman sounds.
Although this Lord of hers was inhuman.
She looked back to ensure the man didn't notice her presence. With certainty, she took another brave step until her legs bumped into something hard.
"Ouuuii..." her soft voice was filled with pain as she bent to clutch her feet.
She must have forgotten about the plant she moved across his room to get a ray of sun during the day. Wanting to run her way into the wall, a force pulled her backwards. Her little butt hit the bed and a larger palm cupped her naked waist.
She had been caught...
"Phantasy, have you played enough my love?" the mans reverberating voice traveled to her ears tugging at her heart strings making her feel like she was on soft cloud. Her heart thumped faster for fear of his beauty and of what he would do to her.
Her soft shaky voice spoke, unaware of what would be heard. "You....you...sa..saw me?"
The moonlight shone across the room, giving her a view of the bathroom door with the reflection of the man's great feature on it.
He chuckled, a wicked one, filled with amusement.
"Being blind, doesn't apply to you my love. Now, you have ran enough, time to come back." he commanded, his last sentence clearly one of resentment and impatience.
Phantasy couldn't decipher what he meant before he pressed his whole self onto her, the book in his hands made a noise as it fell to the floor. A noise only she could hear. His whole body covered her small one and she had no chance to struggle.
"Phantasy..." he called beside her ears tickling them.
Like a pin dropped in Ocean, she felt nothing but exhaustion wash through her as she closed her eyes to succumb to sleep.
Who knew, this might be the last time, she would see the light. After all, this cruel husband of hers, has been forgiving enough.
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