I slowly opened my eyes, the bed was heavily I didn't want to wake up but the sun was shining right through my closed eyes bringing me to life after a long beauty sleep I needed. I slowly opened my eyes, and they landed on Slavvy, who was sleeping at the couch bare chested. I couldn't help but a small smirk formed on my face as I watched him . Memorial of last night instantly invaded my mind, him touching me ,him kissing me ,him keep om repeating that I'm his and only.
It made me feel more attracted each time he said those words, but also I felt intoxicated, I felt like I was an object , a toy he could use anywhere any Time he waited.
I got of bed. This place is huge, the Barthroom was twice as big if I could combine my room with zikhona and my room.
I didn't have anything to wear, so I opened his closet and took out one of his black shirts with a white skeleton head printed on it.
I opened the shower, and warm water poured down from my body. Good girl gone bad . A thought intruded my mind ,I won't lie guilty, and shame eats me every but in helplessly drown unto him .he's my greatest sin, my fall and my temptation.
I used the lotions provided to smooth my skin. Getting out of the shower, I wrapped myself with a towel and walked to the bedroom. He was still heavy slipping. I had to check if he was still breathing, and he was.
I signed feeling relieved and wore his shirt and made my way to the kitchen to make him breakfast .
Mmmmm,what to make. I mumbled my tummy, already growling in hunger since we only ate snacks the entire drive.
I did what I could and made a toast with eggs. Fried onion, and I accidentally ended up spilling the hot oil on my fingers.
"Ouch," I cursed unde my breath, and within a second, Slavvy came rushing down stairs holding a gun on his hands.
He relaxed when he saw it was just me and my burnt hand.
"Blues tess are you OKay?" he asked, his expression unreadable.
"I'm good," I lied. My fingers were burning.
"What in the world were you doing? Let me see your hand," he demanded, pulling me in and looking down on my hand.
Thank you very much, I cursed, and breakfast to impress him didn't work. "What in the world were you thinking?"he reprimanded.
" ,how can I trust you when you can't handle yourselves?" he reprimanded, and I just listened.
"I'm talking,"he said, raising his eyes on me, and I just looked at him.
"I was trying to make you breakfast," I mumbled, feeling very emotional and his eyes softened.
"Okay, okay,I'm sorry, come here," he said, picking me up and walking to the Barthroom.
He carried me with ease as if I was as light as further.
He opened the Barthroom tap. Abd cold water washed away the burning pain. "I'm going to apply son cream it will burn for a few seconds, but you'll be fine," he said he's jew clenched in anger.
A small moan escaped my mouth, and his eyes tanced at me.
"You are never cooking again,"he commended without my prespative.
"Uhmmm slavy it just a burnt it doesn't mean I should stop cooking, I've been cutting myself open for years this pain doesn't compare-" I blurted out by mistake , I widen my eyes as I realized I wasn't suppose to reveal that atleast no in a million years to come.
He looked at me, his eyes blazing for answers of what did I mean.
I stood up and just woke away "Testimony what do you mean you have been cutting yourself open for years ?" He demanded for answers following me behind.
"Nothing,"I said, trying to escape him .The mention was so big, but it seemed like it got smaller and smaller as Slavvy chased me behind.
"Tess, I'm speaking to you!!" He said through clenched teeth blood boiling for answer as he forcefully turned me around to meet my watery eyes.
"Tell me," he demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity.
"I can't,"I said, and I think that made him angry cause he pinned me on the wall.
"You'll tell me everything," he snarled, his breath hot against my skin. "You'll tell me who hurt you, and I'll make them pay."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pinned me to the wall, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Tell me everything because when I have to find out myself, i will kill all those people who tortured you," he threatened, and I knew he was dead serious.
Oh my . What have I done . "Tell me," he commended heating the wall, and I flinched.
"You're scaring me," I managed to say the words while I was choking for air, but nobody had their hands around my neck.
"I just want to know,"he growled, his voice barely audible . Should I tell him what's there to lose if I don't tell him. But what if all those people die because... no o can't risk that.
He leaned in closer, his eyes burning with intensity.
I felt a surge of fear mixed with desire as he held me captive against the wall.
"What's it going to be, Testimony?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. "Are you going to tell me the truth, or do I have to find out myself?"