His Puppet

I stared out of the window and watch him leaving. Only two breaths later I found Barbara coming into my room. I didn’t turn to look at her. I knew she is already sitting on a recliner and doing her job. I looked at my wrist that had his handprint. It was nothing less than a reminder of me being caged.

But soon my focus was my manicured nails that were done to the perfection by the staff hired for all of his women that were around six including me at the moment. The rest were servers and then came the management staff that had many other departments.
I stared at my ring that was shining even after losing its meaning. I took a long breath recalling his face and felt a huge knot in my throat wondering for how long he wanted to keep me.

I have tried asking for a cell phone from the same maid who often prepares sandwiches for me. But she was bound to follow the orders. The maid has promised me that she won't tell on me but I wonder to whom I would make a call. I don't want to worry Rachael and don't even know what number David has.

I went to the bathroom and removed my skin-coloured bathrobe. I switched on the shower while the whole last night made me shiver. I couldn't stop thinking of his sly smile that seems to make fun of my situation. Thinking about all that I imagined my life with my husband I couldn't help but gasp. But then, I fist my hands and tried to tell myself that he was never my husband. For him, I am only a purchased commodity with only one difference that I had the tag that read wife.

A chill ran through my bone recalling his calls that he freely receives in front of me now. I have learned by now that he was not a human and something tells me he can sure kill anyone without any remorse. Hoping even a little mercy from him in his words or actions was useless. One should only try to escape and this is what I will do too if I get a single chance. I trembled thinking if he will kill me before he decides to leave me.

I take a deep breath and wish he doesn't return back but huffed knowing all too well that it won't happen. I could only wait for a miracle to happen that would set me free without getting killed.

I got out dabbing my body dry with a towel and wonder if I will ever be able to forget this nightmare even when he decides to leave me. Things he has said to me or done to me had made me a bit uncertain but the thought of getting killed scares me. I don't know if this makes me a coward or what...I didn't want to get killed. The more I came to know him it takes more of my energy to talk or move. The more I have learned about him, the better I knew that you can't reason with a person like him. You only try to not get wounded when you are living with an animal like him.

I looked into the mirror and noticed my dark circles that were the reward of my sleepless nights with my husband. I could still hear his sound breathing in my ear as he sleeps with his face over my head. I have spent several nights until now wondering how someone can sleep so peacefully after destroying people’s lives. But he was evil beyond imagination.

I went to my bed to sleep even though my belly rambled for food. I felt so sluggish and wanted to sleep to forget it all but startled feeling something moving over my neck to only find the smile that makes my skin crawl. I narrowed my eyes wondering how I could sleep for late and opened my eyes in an instant to only realize it was a dream.

My head felt light as I struggled to leave the bed and take my sandwich that felt weird today. I have started feeling weak and slow no matter what I am doing. Maybe worrying all the time was taking a toll on me. I looked at Barbara who was sleeping in the chair too.

I went to stroll in the garden. For a moment I looked at the people working in the distance and wonder if I could ask for the help but then decided against the idea. In a very secluded part of the place, I saw a swing. I wonder who had used it or been using it but then noticed a little girl walking to the swing. It was the first time that I had noticed a little kid in here. I walked to the girl to only find a woman who came to stand beside that girl too.

“Hello,” I greeted and find a welcoming smile on the woman.

“Hi,” She was expecting me to explain so I added,

“I am Mrs Lucca,” I said and smiled tasting how absurd this title sounds.

“Oh, where are my manners…I…I…my husband works here. He is the security in charge here. I thought to drop by. She can’t…stay away for much time." She gestured to her daughter and then added, "It’s even her birthday today. I am here to pick my husband on time.” She laughed looking at her daughter who seemed somewhere at three years old.

“…I hope you didn’t mind the swing.” She asked in a hurry.

“Of course, not…umm…can I use your cell phone?” I asked to which she narrowed her eyes for a fraction of the second before replying. “I think I have it in my car,” She replied me with an awkward laugh when I heard someone approaching us.

“What’s going on here?” I looked at my left to notice a tall figure in a very tight black suit.

“Are you free now?” The woman asked that man and I got this much that he was the security in-charge here. I had seen him many times talking to Mr Colombo but it was the first time that I came to know that he is the in charge here.

“Good evening, Mrs Lucca.” The man in the suit greeted making me nod my head.

“Honey, do you have your cell phone?” His wife asked but he was efficient to reply.

“You can use my HT if you want to ask for the staff.” This was his reply before he turned to his wife.

“Yes, I am free.” Soon, I found the girl getting down from the swing and walking to her father.

“I hope you have a great day,” I replied to the man before looking at the girl. “Happy birthday, darling.”

I knew they were following their jobs but refused to take notice of how immoral their job was. It was their conscience they were selling while I on the other hand will walk out of this place to start a new for sure. I knew that when I turned on my heels and left the place.

I walked into the house to only find Barbara getting down from the stairs. I didn’t spare her any glance and walked back to my room.

A dress placed on my bed took my attention. It was a little out of ordinary. It didn’t take me much time to notice a card there.

“Get ready in this one,” I took a deep breath before noticing the dress that was deep from the front, was backless but had the full sleeves. I didn’t want to admit but this one seemed a lot more appropriate than most of my collection I am supposed to try for him.

I was finished with getting ready when someone came to call for me. “Mr Lucca has asked for you.” And, this got my stomach to drop. I wondered how I didn’t notice his arrival in the air this time.

I went to see him in the front patio where he was seated while one of the men was serving him some campaign. He seemed happy genuinely as he continued staring at the lawn.

“You sure smell expensive in this perfume.” I heard him say while I walked to get to his left wondering what was interesting him. He had his glasses on and in this attire of his, he seemed very genuine and kind. It was hard to tell just from his face that he won’t take a second to destroy people even for the little of his profit.

“Good evening,” I greeted with my voice so dry.

“I am going to have a couple at dinner. And, I want you to act like my wife…don’t talk…seem bored…and be a fucking bitch like you are supposed to.” I knew what he was referring to. I don’t know what satisfaction he gets making my image as the rude one. I stared at him wondering if he will offer me any explanation.

“Tell me that you fucking understand.” His voice had the agitation.

“I understand,” I replied making him look back at me finally.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He hissed the moment he laid eyes on me. I only wonder looking at my attire to see if everything was fine.

“Maybe your good for nothing brain doesn’t know but other people gauge your worth seeing the articles you are wearing. I want you to get back this instant and come out like my fucking wife. You are not...”

I turned on my heels trying to avoid his any further nagging but only found him shouting at my back. “You can’t show me your back…I am not done yet!” I almost ran to my room and tried to control my breathing before I leisurely got some earrings and bracelet to wear. I came down slowly not wanting to face Matteo any sooner when I heard some people already talking in the living area. I came out and the boredom on my face was natural. I didn’t have to fake it. I noticed a middle-aged man with his wife I presume who was talking to Matteo. And, seeing Matteo in his spectacles I knew he was faking it all.

The bar at the left corner didn’t have any half-naked woman. Instead, a man wearing a very professional attire was serving behind it. “Hey darling,” Matteo came to kiss my side cheek before turning to the guests.

“She is my wife, Julie.” The man came ahead to give me a side hug before his wife followed the same.

“Your place is amazing. I can tell it’s you by only looking at you.” The woman complimented me in her British accent while Matteo was already making sure that his guests were going to sit.

“Julie? This is Mr and Mrs Anderson. They are famous in pharmaceutical business all over the world…and has come all the way here to see us from Australia. We are partnering to ship his goods all over the world…and, don’t make me start over how much ahead they are in the research with their fifty items still patent…his sister is a very famous activist and is married to…" Matteo kept explaining while I only smiled looking at the woman.

“Oh…no, no, no,…you are overdoing it, Mr Lucca. I am already much amazed by your hospitality…and, don’t forget the most important part. Our elders used to share a friendly bond too…it feels like home looking at you…I still have some rare clicks of your great grandfather’s university days when he was just…”

“Oh…I will be very thankful. Thank you. How long is your stay here?” Matteo asked while I was sitting with him seriously bored and disgusted by his acting skills.

“Well, his sister Olivia is here in Italy. And, the gala is around the corner too. It was a coincidence she and we happen to be in Italy at the same time. So,…we planned to stay at my brother’s mansion and spend some time together before the gala...” Mrs Anderson replied not letting her husband answer.

“Mrs Campbell is in Italy?... I didn’t know…and, did you people considered staying in Italy to attend my company’s gala?”

“You gotta be kidding me. No one will leave the chance to be here. First, it is for a good cause. Second, you have turned this social event more like an opportunity to attend. No one in their right mind will miss attending. By the way, I am looking forward to meeting with Mr Hashimi. I heard he will be attending this year.”

“Oh yes, he has confirmed his presence there. And…I will be more than glad to make you two acquaint.”

“Julie,…my sister in law Olivia Campbell has a small event tomorrow for the scholarships to the underprivileged girls. The event isn’t very big as it came quite sudden and unplanned. Would you like to join?” Even before she could finish Matteo had trailed a small cut on the backside of my hand with his finger. Our hands were hidden behind his huge leg that he has rested over his knee.

“I am sorry,…I have plans.” I refused and only offered a little smile.

“Oh, it’s fine. She would have loved to see you.”

“Mrs Campbell is a power woman. I think you should get to know her.” Matteo turned to me while only I could see the obvious in his eyes.

“I would love to…if I could have.” My voice came low looking at Matteo but I knew it was enough for all of them to hear.

Mr Colombo came to announce how the dinner is ready and all of us stood and were ready to leave when another servant came in to announce that someone is here to see Mr Anderson.

“Oh…yea…I called for my assistant. He is an amazing young man...Mr. Lucca, I was going through the clauses and...” Only a few seconds later, a man appeared with a bag in his hand and glasses on his nose. And, I wasn't listening to Mr Anderson anymore.

And, though he has changed his hair a lot it only took me a breath to realize who he was. But this time it didn’t do anything to me. I sure knew I was dead inside and though I was positive he won’t recognize me. I was proven wrong. The way his brows furrowed looking at me I guess he recognized me. In that very moment, Matteo turned to look at me. It told me he had caught this little moment. But I literally did nothing wrong here. Did I?

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