After breakfast, Elena calmly asked, "How do I change my clothes?" A devilish grin spread across my face, and I laughed. "Of course, it's me. Or maybe it's death calling!"
Just then, the doorbell rang. It was my assistant, carrying a bag full of clothes – dresses I'd chosen for Elena, for her new life. Suddenly, Elena clutched her stomach. She knew what that meant: her period was starting. And at this moment, she had no choice but to talk to me. "David!" she called out hesitantly.
I came into the room as soon as I heard her voice. "I think my period is starting," she mumbled, looking away. "I might need some supplies." I took a step closer, grasped her hand, and said, "Stay right here." She looked surprised, probably thinking how cruel I was to walk away after hearing her problem. But I returned shortly with the bag of clothes. "Change into these," I told her, handing them over. "I'll be waiting in the car. And remember our contract. If you break any rule, even a tiny one, I'll harm your family business and your father. Got it?" With that, I left her.
Elena watched me go, a new thought forming in her mind. I hadn't forced any intimacy on her yet. Maybe she had misjudged me. She got ready quickly and came out to the car. I buckled her seatbelt. We went to the mall, and I bought her the things she needed, then took her to the grocery store for her favorite snacks.