The guard took her to an empty room that had just a bed and wardrobe in it. It was well furnished that she began to think if she's really w slave her master called her.
Slaves don't leave fine. They don't stay in a well furnished accomodation like the one she's in.
Her eyes darted round the room as she examined it. The room has a bathroom and a toilet in it.
She heaved a big sigh. It remains freedom, which she's sure she will never have in years to come so long as her master is concerned.
"This is your room, take good care of it as the master will always be here anytime he wants. Remember, you can't kick him out and he hates an unkept place." the guard uttered.
She stood still staring at him. Why would he come into her room anytime he wants? Can't she have privacy any longer?
The mistake she never made is to refer the question to the guard, who knows what would be his reaction towards her.
"While you take your bath, I'll go get you some clothes which you'll always put on. Including some perfumes that you'll apply on anytime you're visiting the master or he's visiting you. You need to smell nice when with him to avoid serving a punishment." He announced again.
She pouted her lips and nodded.
The guard left her room instantly and she shut the door. She walked into the bathroom to see a white towel which she had tied on her body after she undressed herself.
She came out of the bedroom and sat on the sofa opposite the bed, when it hit her head that she's supposed to be fast. She got on her feet and twitched into the bathroom in order to take her bath.
While she was still in the bathroom, the guard returned and dropped the clothes with perfumes and cream on the bed, and then left.
She walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the bed. The flashing colors of the clothes caught her eyes as she walked to the bed.
The clothes were damn beautiful. They are all gowns, but so expensive. She saw the perfumes and cream too, and then a smile appeared on her face.
She dressed up immediately and walked to the mirror.
Though she loves the room and everything in it, she loves the cloth and other things brought alongside with it… but she hates the man whom she's leaving to see now.
Creating his image in her mind startled her at the moment. Reminiscing that she's going to see that arrogant face made fear grip her.
If it's ever possible, she wouldn't want to see his face till the end of the world. But it's never gonna work.
She left the room to the corridor when he met another guard coming out from a particular room.
"Here for the master?" He asked her and she nodded.
He left inside again and announced to him of her coming and he ordered her in.
She left the room and shut the door, walking closer scared her so she leaned on the door.
He got on his feet and moved to the door, his two hands crossed at her sides.
"How old are you?" He asked, though it doesn't matter to him.
"I'm twenty three." She replied.
She could feel her heart beating so fast, if time isn't taken it might sink into her stomach.
His glares… his blue eyes revealed deep hatred. In fact, his hatred for her is damn raw and deep.
She bent her head in order not to look at his face, but he lifted it again.
He cupped her breast with his left palm while his eyes affixed on his face, at least to see her facial expression.
It was then that Jasmine recalled that she wasn't putting on any bra… Well, she had none with her.
She began imagining the pains she's gonna pass through in his hands all in the name of losing her virginity to a monster and a beast like him.
That has never been her plan. She had desired to stay pure until she got married.
While she was in deep thought, she felt his right palm grip the other breast, and then he pressed it.
"Let go of me." She forced the four words out of her lips.
He smiled. "You should be glad that I'm the first man to have you."
"Why should I be glad that a monster wants to defile me? I have nothing to do with a man like you." She snapped.
Greg let go of her breasts and drew her to the bed. He made her lie down and she adhered to his command to avoid much drama or punishment.
"At twenty three, you're still a virgin. Why should I believe that?" He lifted her gown and her eyes widened.
She has nothing on.
Jasmine didn't bother to give a reply to the last question he asked when her heart had finally flipped away.
He placed his hand on her thigh caressing it, while his other palm enveloped her breast.
She tried closing her leg, but she spread it so wide.
A knock came on the door causing him to grimace.
"I'm sure you haven't forgotten my law." He sputtered.
"Pardon me master, but Don Osnald is here to see you." The guard announced.
He heaved a big sigh. "Assure him that I'll be there now." He ordered.
He wouldn't want to let go of Osnald when they have something important to talk about.
"You'll spend your night with me tonight. That means, you can for now and then will come back at night." He uttered to her.
She felt her heart being at place, even though the work isn't done yet.
He let go of her and she got down from the bed and twitched out of the room.
He moved to the wardrobe and changed his clothes then left to meet Osnald in the sitting room.