More Than Lust

Grace's pov

I waited but he didn't answer. Why he can't 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 chitchat with him. I don't want to talk to him either but the less he can do is answer my questions.

I need my clothes, how am I supposed to go home without it.

He never talks to me, i don't know what's his problem. 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.

May be 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 low life. What i can except 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 door got 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 cook of this house. She is a old woman, may be in her late 70s. She is very sweet and kind, i get grandma feeling from her.

She has helped me alot and i am very grateful to her. When he left me alone after our first night, i wasn't in 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.

why and how but Martha came to the rescue. She prepared bath for

"Did he raped you?"

at

me? No! I climbed

shook my head

why are you

gently and lovingly.

That I

answer her and she didn't

comfortable with her motherly behavior. She gave me warm bath and provide fresh clothes to wear. I wanted to run

delicious food and she also gave me some bitter juice which made my pain

day I realised how much I need mother figure in my life.

have washed

bringing me out of my thoughts.

clothes

were stained with

must be Edwin's blood. I was standing close when

"Thank you"

took clothes from her with small

you are done...

me

went to the washroom and turned on the shower. I usually

face in the tiles. I have only seen this kind of washrooms

mini swimming pool. There is shower in another corner. Steam room. And cammode which is another room in itself.

nervous to use this

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 fed. I turned around and checked my thigh,