Bab 13: 13. Demoted to a maid.

Sometimes you feel so upset and angry that you become helpless and feel like finding a secluded corner and bawling your eyes out...

As she stood there speechlessly in the middle of the black room, all the events that happened today replayed through her brain in a slow motion.

This is so far the worst day in her life.

First she was stuffed into a clothe clearly not her size but since they planned on torturing her they made her wear it like that. She toured the whole tower in torturing heels just to get his coffee which he still gave her negative points for whatever reason.

And when she accidentally killed a plant, it was an accident but he chose to disregard that and send her to get another one without giving her the address, he gave her negative points and also deducted her salary. Like it was her fault that they kept a plant there, at this point she is convinced they kept it there on purpose since he clearly knew she is a plant murderer.

He took her to a human trafficking agency, drugged her and almost had her molested by one of their men. Please remind her to sue them.

And now he is demoting her to a maid?

His personal maid! Just exactly what is he playing at? What was his aim in marrying her? To humiliate her?

Que stared, really stared at the half naked man in front of her, wondering which god she had offend to deserve this. At this point she was sure the new beginning she had hoped for was just the beginning of a new nightmare. One she badly hope to wake up from but deep down she knew this was just the beginning.

He simply turned around and walked towards the bed. A glass lead appeared over the swimming pool and covered it's surface. His stupid long hair swinging with every step he took.

Her, Que Mo Hendricks, eager to fulfill her wifely duties? Did he think she is going to let him or anyone touch her? In his dreams! She only signed those papers because she had no other choice. She didn't come all this far to lose her innocence to a jerk like him. Even though his hard washboard abs looks so appetizing glistening with the droplets of water streaming down to his ripped stomach down to his very prominent v .... Ahem. What was she saying again?

She quickly averted her gaze and cleared her throat.

"Why do I need to serve you? Don't you have maids for that?" She cursed at the sound of her voice. She wanted to appear strong but all she managed to get out was a squeak.

"Mrs menalik, don't keep me waiting." He sat on the bed with his legs wide open, the flimsy towel not doing much in covering his long thick legs. His long hair sticking to the side of his face and shoulders as he leaned forward seducively beckoning her to come forward.

Que's eyelids twiched, heck even her nose twitched as she look at him dead in the eye. Did he honestly think his bad boy tactics would work on her?

"I'm not your maid and I'm certainly not going to carry out any wifely duties. You have your hands to do that for you."

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Why did you even marry me in the first place? You have enough maids in your house."

"Mi amor, don't get ahead of yourself. There are countless girls begging to be my wife."

That was it. She threw the towel he'd thown at her face which flew to a totally different angle missing its target, unfortunately and crossed her arms across her chest. She've had enough of this, even though her stomach was doing back flips, he wouldn't know that.

"Last time I checked you were the one that knocked on my doors begging me to sign your papers not the other way round."

"Stupid girl. I was only doing you a favour by offering you a shelter and a job before you become a homeless hobo roaming around the street. You should be grateful."

Que winched at blatant truth and gulped.

"Talking about that. It's time you tell me why exactly you married me." She hated the fact that he was right.

Instead of answering, he got up and stalked towards her, she had to stop herself from moving back. The towel on his waist was hanging dangerously low looking like it'll fall anytime. She struggled to keep her gaze on his face but his eyes were sending chills down her spine so she choose to look at her own feet instead. His long legs came into her view and she was soon tossed into the air and was dangling over his shoulder.

"What did I say about defying me?" he smacked her ass and she gasped.

"Bastard! Put me down."

"If you are not ready to take initiative, I would."

"Don't touch me... I swear I'll kill you."

"Oh, I'm scared. Please don't kill like that guy from the club." he snickered. "Stay put or I'll spank you again till your ass becomes red."

"Put me down. I don't to be touched by anyone."

"What if I do?" he said flinging her across the bed and caged her with his body, pinning her hands over her head.

"In your dreams."

"Trust me, you'll burn. You don't want to go there." She could feel his body heat as hot breath fanned her face.

"Why are you doing this?" her eyes burned with hot tears. She had tried to blink them back but it was proving too hard.

He stared at her face and his eyes glazed over, without another word he let go of her and got down from the bed, picking the towel on the ground.

"Clean me."

She took the towel and look at the man sitting rigidly on the edge of the bed. She sensed a shift in his mood and obediently started wipping his broad shoulder. She didn't know what overcame him and she didn't want to find out. He did not look like a good guy and only God knows what he'll do once she kept disobeying him.

"Karl Zeus?" She called after some moments of quietness.

"Hmm?"

"Why did you marry me." His back was filled with strange curvy lines of white tattoos which was hard to notice unless you are close. Her fingers moved on their own tracing the small lines. Why did he have them?

"Lets say I was bored and needed an entertaiment. Your life is miserable so I decided to help you. Is that a crime?"

"You can help me without really marrying me. Why did you have to do that?"

"Because I can, do you have a problem with that?"

"I can always file a divorce."

His chuckled darkly his shoulders shaking. "Stupid girl, I'd like to see you try."

"I'm serious, don't even think about trying anything."

They lapsed into another silence when he didn't reply as she wiped away the water on his body and dried his hair. He abruptly got up before she was done and walked to the closet putting on a loose grey pants. She excused herself and walked out of the room.

Had she said anything wrong? He was unusually quiet. Before closed the door his voice came from behind.

"You are mine the moment you signed those papers. In body, soul and mind. Keep that in mind." Is it just her or his voice sounded strained just now?

Que shook her head, it must be her ears.

By the time Que returned to the room, it was almost 12 mid night. She wasn't sleepy anymore and was hungry so she went out, following the direction she tried to memorize when leaving in the house this morning as she search for the kitchen. It wasn't that hard once she found the living room.

She opened the fridge and took out different assortments of snacks and sat down on the floor eating to her heart content. Her little black cat Bubu joined her not long meowing at her feet. She scooped it into her hand and hugged her to her chest.

"You are the only one I have left, Bubu. Don't leave me as well okay?"

The cat tilted the head to the side staring at her with huge eyes as if saying "I know."

"Sometimes I kinda miss my parent, even though it's been long. Do you think they would have also abandoned me if they were alive?" she sniffed. Bubu snuggled into her chest comforting her.

"I'm not crying, something just entered my eyes." Instead the tears that've been threatening to spill stream down her cheeks. Why is she so emotional today?

"Bubu, say, do you think I'll ever be free?"

"Meow?"

"I hope so too."

She sat admist the empty packages of snacks with her cat eating with tears running down her cheek confiding in her cat. She must've eaten too much sweets cuz soon her stomach started hurting.

Ah, so that was it. It was that time of the month, no wonder she was emotional. She picked up the rest of the snacks and returned to her room. After cleaning up in the bathroom, she snuggled with her cat in the bed and for the first time in a week, she had a peaceful sleep.

Que woke up early in the morning feeling very refreshed. Humming a tune, she washed up in the shower. This time her walk in closet was filled with different variaties and brands of clothes.

White clothes.

She picked up a white pant, shirt and a branded coat. Luckily they were all in her size this time. She sat in front of the mirror and stretched her hair putting it into a high pony tail, dusted her face lightly with a powder and applied nude lipstick.

She was feeling cheerful today. A certain night visitor didn't come. She had succeed in scaring him. Hopes he stays away for good.

Last night before drifting to sleep, she talked herself into staying positive and accepting her fate. Whatever was Karl Zeus' motive for marrying her, one thing was certain, she was the one that benefitted the most out of this arrangement. She ought to be grateful.

If he want her to be his maid, its okay. She can do that. As long as he will help her find a cure and also not touch her. She's only here for his amusement, hopefully he'll get fed up with her soon and look for another unlucky soul to torture and spare her.

She didn't t ask for much in life.

She ate her breakfast and she carried her bag, stuffing the files on her bedside table inside and walk out of the house towards the car. At the same time, Mr. Menalik was equally walking towards his ride, she is early today. Beardy, who she still didn't know his name yet informed her that she'll be riding with boss today.

Plastering a smile, she skipped towards him.

"Good morning Sir. Hope you had a wonderful night. Mine was fantastic" he ignored her and got into his car.

"Say, do I get positive points today? I'm right on time." she got in after him.

"Keep talking and I'll deduce another 5 points." Someone got up on the wrong side on the bed. She snickered.

He didn't paid attention to her so she ignored him and busied herself with the record book in her bag untill they arrieved at the office. He only had one appointment today at the evening.

Instead using the normal elevator, they headed towards a lounge area with a different elevator.

"Where are we going?"

"To the west wing."

Ah, so they are going to the infamous west wing. She wondered what goes on there. But she'll soon find out.

When the elevator open, it was like she had walked in to a completely different world. It was a vast open space filled with people. Lots of people.

Rows upon rows of martial fighters dressed in black. The soundproofed walls absorbed the loud clatter of weapons clashing together and on the far ends of the walls were different assortment of weapons. Whipping her head to the side, she glanced at the man beside her.

He is really a Mafia boss.

Is this some sort of an assisination organization?

He sped along while she was busy gawking at the Jackie Chan and Jet Lees in the middle of room. When she looked up, he was waiting for her in front of a locked wooden doors. It was a healing room, an infirmatory of a traditional physician. Spikey, the poker faced guy that came to their house stood in the middle with a petite eldely woman with a weird tattoo on her very pale forehead.

"This is Nyla, she is an expert in exorting spirits and a seer." Mr. Menalik said.

Did she hear correctly? He is really trying to help her? Even though he promised to help her with her curse she never thought it would be this soon.

His halo suddenly became a little brighter and her hate for him diminished a little. Just a little though, he still messed with her last night.

After saying that, he nodded at the woman and left along with Spikey, leaving her behind with the strange looking woman. She pointed towards a narrow blanket spread on the wooden floor and asked her to lay down on her back facing upwards. The room was warm and had various cabinets on the wall. It had a very strong incentive smell wafting in the air that had her scrunching up her nose.

Did they say she was an expert in exorting spirits? She is not possessed.

She brought out 3 piecies of white crystals from a drawer and placed it on her forehead, her bellybutton and her chest. It was cold and had a soothing effect against her skin. Issuring series of commands asking her inhale, hold her breath or exhale at certain points as she protudded her like a guinea pig.

The stones gradually became hot and uncomfortable, and after what felt like an hour, she finally took off the white crystals which had now turned a dark red and without saying any a word to her, she left the room. Left with nothing to do, Que left the room too and wandered about.

She haven't explored this part of the building and since she have enough time to kill, it would hurt no one to look around. Even if the master asked for her, she can use this training as an excuse.

The tattooed woman knocked on the heavy glass doors, it was opened and she walked into the dark office. Spikey sat on the couch holding a glass of wine while Mr Menalik was reclining on his chair massaging his temples.

Upon the woman's arrival, he raised his head, his purplish eyes had turned a dark violet shade with a huge vein popping along his forehead down to the bridge of his nose. She placed the red orbs on the table which was the same color as his now glowing eyes.

"Its getting stronger my lord. It wouldn't take long before it started absorbing the energies of everyone around it, even without actually coming in contact with it."

"I can feel it." He picked up the stones.

"The longer you stayed bonded to it, the more it drains you." Spikes said.

"Yes. You may not be able to assume your form for long if this goes on."

"Have you found a solution?"

"I'm still working on it, my lord. Though I fear we might have to harm the girl in the process."

"Do whatever needs to be done. As long as the bond is broken and I'm freed, she can die."