Grace's POV

I waited but he didn't answer. Why can't he talk like a normal person?

I know I am no one to him but at least he can answer my genuine questions. Not like I am dying to have chit-chat with him. I don't want to talk to him either, but the least he can do is answer my questions.

I need my clothes, how am I supposed to go home without them?

He never talks to me, I don't know what his problem is. If he wants me to do anything, then he tells Gomez, and then Gomez instructs me about it. Can't he just talk to me directly?

Not like he is shy or anything, he threatens me like he will kill me next second.

He talks to Gomez for hours, i have seen him talking on calls in Italian.

Maybe he doesn't consider me important enough to waste his energy on me. He doesn't want to deal with me. Of course, he thinks of me as a lowlife. What can I expect other than this?

I am his whore, nothing else. Why would he give me importance by giving his attention to me? Once Rafael said that I should be thankful that he is not abusing me. He has seen him killing many girls before. No girl has managed to survive more than 2 or 3 days. I am lucky that I survived for almost 4 months. Other than sex he doesn't bother me.

As usual, he completely ignored me and walked towards his closet. God! What do I do now?

Suddenly, the door opened and I quickly wrapped myself in bedsheets.

"Relax it's just me, Dear"

Martha said as she came inside.

I visibly relaxed when I saw her. Martha is the cook of this house. She is an old woman, maybe in her late 70s. She is very sweet and kind, I get grandma feelings from her.

She has helped me a lot and I am very grateful to her. When he left me alone after our first night, I wasn't in a condition to stand straight on my feet. I had lost so much blood and it was hurting. I was crying continuously as I felt helpless and Alone.

I don't know why or how, but Martha came to the rescue. She prepared a bath for me. When she saw me in that condition she looked horrified.

"Did he raped you?"

She asked looking at me worriedly.

Did he raped me? No! I climbed onto his bed.

I shook my head 'No'

"Then why are you like this?"

She asked gently and lovingly.

I couldn't answer her, what should I tell her? That I am here to warm his bed for money.

I didn't answer her and she didn't ask again.

I was hesitant to let her see my body, but she made me comfortable with her motherly behaviour. She gave me a warm bath and provided fresh clothes to wear. I wanted to run from the mansion as soon as possible but she didn't let me go without eating.

She makes delicious food, and she also gave me some bitter juice, which made my pain disappear like it never existed.

That day I realised how much I need a mother figure in my life. I miss my mother so much.

"I have washed your clothes"

She said bringing me out of my thoughts.

She has my clothes in her hands.

"They were stained with blood"

It must be Edwin's blood. I was standing close when he shot him.

"Thank you"

I took clothes from her with a small smile.

"Come down when you are done... I'll be in the kitchen..."

She smiled sweetly at me and walked away.

Before he comes out I should clean up. I went to the washroom and turned on the shower. I usually just wash myself, but today I need to take a bath, I am all sweaty and sticky.

As usual, this washroom is shining like a mirror, I can literally see my face in the tiles. I have only seen this kind of washroom in movies.

It has a bathtub, which is literally a mini swimming pool. There is a shower in another corner. Steam room. And cammode which is another room in itself. It has a huge cupboard in the wall which must have his personal belongings. I have never tried to open it.

Sometimes I feel nervous to use this washroom, it looks too expensive.

I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red but not puffy, again my neck is full of his marks. He never let it feed. I turned around and checked my thigh, as expected, it had an angry red mark of his handprint. I have pale skin, even a scratch left a dark mark on my body, and I hate it.

I took a spare brush from the cabinet, I hope he doesn't mind. I know I am breaking the rule by using his personal space, but he has never stopped me from using this washroom, so maybe he won't be mad.

I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I washed my hair and cleaned my body.

I turned off the shower and turned around. I gasped and flinched back when I saw him leaning against the vanity counter.

He was in his black suit, completely ready to leave for work.

What is he doing here? What does he want now? Is he mad because I used his washroom? How long has he been standing here? I locked the door, how did he get in?

I gulped and looked at the towel and my clothes, which were near him.

He too looked at my clothes and then towards me. A small smirk played on his lips as he crossed his hands over his chest.

What should I do now? Should I explain to him why I was using his shower?

I slowly walked towards him. I am naked, but he has already seen everything. There is nothing to hide. He has done more than just watch.

"I am sorry... I wanted to clean myself. I won't do it again..."

I mumbled nervously.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm, and I visibly flinched. He pulled me closer and tucked my wet hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes as his warm breath fanned my wet cheek.

"Next time, lock the door properly, or else I'll fuck you on this counter until you forget your own name."

He warned, and I gulped.

I nodded as my voice stuck in my throat.

I slowly raised my hand to grab a towel, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist and jerked me forward.

I whimpered when he harshly grabbed my chin and turned my lips into a pout.