章 10: CHAPTER TEN

Chapter 10

Seeing two hefty men standing in front of the room was not the best.

They should have killed me in my sleep; why do they have to wait for me to wake up? Does he derive joy from seeing his victims in pain?

"Into your hands, I commit myself," I muttered to myself.

The cracking sound from the door made my heart race faster. My gaze was fearfully placed on the door. I gasped as a figure entered, my hands flying to cover my mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ma, I didn't know you were awake," the figure said.

Dressed in a crisp white apron, her black hair tied back in a neat bun. She was a chef.

"Dinner is ready, and Mr. Lorenzo is waiting for you," she said.

Dinner? Is he trying to poison me? Why can't he just kill me and get it over with? Is he a coward who tortures his prey before killing them?

"I will just take the poison and die; after all, he has 1001 ways to kill me, and I think this is better," I whispered to myself.

"What did you say, ma'am?" the chef asked.

"Okay, I will join him soon," I said, my lips curved in a smug smile.

I stood up, smoothing my dress with trembling hands. The chef nodded and gestured for me to follow her. I trailed behind her, my heart heavy with foreboding.

As I walked out the room door, the two hefty guards still stood there. The look on their faces made my heart hitch. Why are they still standing here? Their victim is already going to take the poison. As I walked past them, they followed me.

"Why is Lorenzo tormenting me this way? Is this how he kills his brides?" I thought to myself, almost crying out.

As we walked through the hallway, I couldn't help but think about different ways he could kill me that night. Poison, sacrifice, a knife in my throat, a bullet in my head. Oh God! The poison would be better.

What about the hefty men carrying me into the room and taking turns raping me till I die? The thought of it forced my head to turn back and look at them, and I moved faster to create a distance between them and myself.

When we finally arrived at the dining room, I was surprised to see that it was empty; only Lorenzo sat at the head of the table, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes.

The chef pulled the seat on the other end of the dining table, gesturing for me to sit there.

As I sat down, my heart raced, my hands trembling as the thought of my painless death made my heart beat faster.

I raised my head to observe the room, but Lorenzo's gaze met mine. But for a few seconds, I was lost in them. I finally saw the man who made me feel safe last night, not the one whose cold gaze caught my breath in my throat.

He turned his gaze to the chef; he didn't say anything but nodded at the chef, who began serving us.

I stared down at the food in front of me, my mind racing with poison. "This will be your last dish and the easiest way to get out of this misery called life," I whispered to myself.

I raised my head to look at Lorenzo and the environment again before eating; my gaze met Lorenzo's again, this time his eyes were cold, calculating, and disdainful. He slowly turned his gaze back to his food and took a bite.

I picked up the fork and took a bite of the food.

"Oh, this is good," I whispered to myself. I looked up to see Lorenzo's gaze on me again, his expression unreadable. I felt a surge of defiance but kept my thoughts to myself.

I took another bite, and this is the best meal I have had since my mum's death. There's no way I'm dying without clearing my plate. I dug into the food, eating very fast like I hadn't eaten before.

After the last bite, I drank the water from the glass placed in front of me. I waited for the numbness and trembling sensation to kick in.

I felt numbness wash through me, my vision blurred, my head spinning as if the room was tilting on its own. I tried to stand, but my legs were like lead, heavy and unresponsive. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

"Ella," a voice called.

"Finally God has called to receive me," I thought to myself.

"Ella," the voice called again, this time laced with concern and confusion.

God can't be calling me this way. Am I also in danger here in heaven? I thought, my heart raced in confusion.

I felt a pat on my shoulder; I slowly opened my eyes. "Why am I?" I whispered

"Ella. Damian, get the doctor," the voice said.

"Damian? What's Damian doing here? Is there an angel called Damian? And why is God requesting a doctor? These questions rang in my mind, but then it hit me!

How could I have forgotten Lorenzo's voice? Did we all die? Oh, wait! What happened? The numbness washed through my body as I lost consciousness.

I felt a softness beneath me, a gentle cloud that cradled my weary body. For a moment, I thought I had finally found peace. I was in heaven, surrounded by the gentle comfort of the cloud. A sense of serenity washed over me as I felt my tensed muscles relax.

I gently spread my hands across the bed, feeling the plushness of the mattress. My hand brushed against something solid, and for a moment I thought it was another soul who found their way to the afterlife.

But sometimes it felt off, as my fingers touched the warm skin again, it felt real; it felt earthy.

"Dead bodies are always cold, so why is this one warm?" I thought to myself

I slowly opened my eyes, and the dim light of the room flooded in. The room was vast, with a high ceiling that seemed to stretch up to the heavens.

As I took in my surroundings, I slowly turned to the side where I had felt the warm skin; my gaze fell on a figure lying beside me. It was Lorenzo.

Panic set in, my heart racing wildly as I scrambled to process my situation. I was in Lorenzo's bed, in his bedroom, with no memory of how I got there. The last thing I remembered was...was...I couldn't even recall. Fear and anxiety swirled together in a toxic mix, making my head spin.

I forced myself to breathe, to calm down, but my body refused to cooperate. My hands were shaking, my legs trembling, as I slowly swung them over the side of the bed. I had to get out of there, had to escape, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive.

I glanced around the room, my eyes scanning the space for any sign of danger, any hint of what Lorenzo had planned for me. The room was opulent, and luxurious, with expensive artwork and lavish furnishings. But it was also a prison, a gilded cage designed to keep me trapped.

I spotted the door, my heart leaping with hope. If I could just make it out of the room, I might be able to find a way out of the house, out of Lorenzo's clutches. I slowly stood up, my legs trembling beneath me, and began to make my way towards the door.

My hand reached out to grasp the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should try to make a run for it or if I should try to sneak out quietly. But before I could make a decision, Lorenzo's voice cut through the silence, sending shivers down my spine.

"You might not see daybreak if you open that door," he said, his voice low and menacing.