Mia’s POV
That night, I knew that I really made a very narrow escape from the clutches of death, and I was genuinely grateful that Lorenzo hadn’t shot me as punishment.
I decided to wipe away every thought of trying to escape from my mind at that moment.
I knew my life was not something that I wanted to play with. Even though staying in this prison was tearing me apart, at least I was alive and breathing just fine.
After that night when he had spared me, which of course was not enough reason for me to see him in a different light.
He was still a monster to me.
He had the same doctor who had tended to me when I had fainted come look me up again, apparently I hadn’t dislocated my knee but the bone shifted and needed to stay in a bandage for a few days.
I did not see much of Lorenzo at all in the following days and I was mostly restricted to my room during that period as well, which I really appreciated because going outside of my bedroom was not good for my healing knee whenever I walked out.
From my window, I would always see people smoking and speaking in extremely vulgar language, using some curse words that I didn’t even know existed at all, and just generally speaking in a manner that made me wonder if they were even human anymore or if they had thrown away their humanity a long time ago. It was probably because anyone that would willingly follow a heartless monster, would clearly have to be heartless as well
Just when I was about to let my hair down and picture a simpler life that wasn’t filled with absolute fear he came back I had hoped that whatever was keeping him away will be longer but he was there now back I was not surprised but I was still disappointed and once again scared, scared of what he would do to me especially when I saw that look in his eyes it made me tremble and quiver at the same time.
Despite the fact that I knew that he was a heartless monster that would kill me the moment his mind flicked enough into that direction I could not help but admire how handsome he was every time I saw him. It was as if he was always walking out of a model magazine everytime.
As he entered my room, he was dragging along a pretty bag with him and my eyes ghosted over to it after looking at him.
“I see that you have been a good girl since I’ve not been around,”
That statement did not surprise me. He probably had people watching my every movement while he wasn’t around and I didn’t make any remark or response to this, but I didn’t think that it really mattered to him anyways as he went on speaking.
“Well, I have a surprise for you.” He informed me and my mind jolted back to the last time like that he had a ‘surprise’ for me and then I imagined whether he had stored a human body inside the pretty looking bag this time, and bile instantly churned in my throat.
I waited with fear and anticipation to see what was inside the bag and in a few seconds he pulled out a white lacy material that was shining and reflected itself against the golden light in the bedroom
And the moment I saw it fully, I instantly recognised it and my heart started to thump as sweat began down to drip down my face instantly, even though the room was equipped with an AC.
The nervousness that immediately rushed through my body was enough to make me sweat because he was holding my wedding dress in front of me, the gown that I didn’t even have the chance to choose to begin with, right before I had been shoved into it and then made to marry a man that was old enough to be my father
Worst part about the gown was that it was not even half as beautiful as it was compared to that today because now it still had Romero’s blood stains on it. It looked so tattered, as if it had to spend all its time away from me in a dumpster.
I looked at him, hoping that he wouldn’t do or ask me to do the thing that I was already dreadfully thinking about in my mind and it was as if he could read my thoughts, seeing as the knowing smile on his face grew as he threw the gown to me.
“Put it on,” He said firmly and my heart sank down to the floor, shattering like a glass. He couldn’t be serious! right ?
He didn’t actually want me to put it on…
But when I saw his facial expression immediately hardening, I knew that he was not joking with me and indeed wanted me to put on the gross dress.
I looked at it with a moment of hesitation that I had to move past since I wanted to continue living I had already been doing many things to annoy him especially when I tried to escape and this might end up being the tipping point where he just decides to blow out my brains
I was surprised when his eyes went up to the ceiling giving me some privacy to change into the gown and I’m really rushed into it before he decided to change his mind and look at me as I was pulling on the ruined dress. It was a battle of zip and buttons that I eventually won
He stared at me for the longest time as if I was putting on the wrong gown then he suddenly blurted out.
“I don’t remember you looking this pretty in this before,”
Obviously, it was an insult but I didn’t want to look into it right now.
It wasn’t as if I could have talked back to him without worrying for my life so I kept whatever clever response I have to his statement, all to myself.
“I’ve put on the dress.” I finally pointed out to him, hoping that this was where the humiliation was going to end, but from the stare he slanted at me, I instantly knew that this was just the beginning.