I feel soft cotton brushing my back, and when I open my eyes, a blinding light greeted me. My body is still weak, but it’s a lot better now, yet my eyes are still heavy.

I forced myself to sat down since I just found myself lying in a soft cotton bed. Wait... laying? My head automatically turned, and my eyes roamed the place immediately.

I was here unconscious and lying low while my body is weak. There’s a European luxury golden curtain hanging on my left side while it was gradually swayed by the wind coming from the outside.

How nostalgic it is. Hot weather with dancing waves moving softly and reflected on the glass doors behind the luxurious golden curtain. I feel like I was in a different dimension. I can’t explain, but this current atmosphere is somewhat unrealistic.

“Where am I?” I mumbled to myself out of nowhere as if someone will answer this question of mine.

“At my turf,” a million shivers flowed through my body into my chest. Without any hesitations, my eyes followed the owner of the baritone voice.

When I turned to my right side, a man wearing a loose white polo shirt and black slacks with his hair was a bit messy, leaning at the wall near the door. He was looking in my direction firmly. I stared back and tried to familiarize his face.

It was a moment when I realize who’s the man. My body suddenly trembles after remembering what happens. I suddenly turn my gaze away from him. Is it earlier? Yesterday or how many days does have it been?

I remember finding myself staying at an unfamiliar place and was about to be sold that day at the auction but then, a dispute happened between the bid caller and this man. I gulp, and I can’t stop myself from shaking for the thought I just had.

Thinking about it, staying here, along with this man, means only one thing. I’ve been sold to this cruel and devilish man! I don’t judge people, but base on his actions that time, he doesn’t fear getting someone breathes and turning them into a cold corpse only with his bare hands.

Yes, he didn’t kill that bid caller but almost. What’s the trigger? Why did he do it and what’s more, in front of many people. In front of my innocent eyes!

“Thinking the deepest thoughts you want to have?” I almost lost my breath when his face was so close to mine. Who is he, flash? My God! From that moment, I virtually visit the brick of death.

My body right now was out of control, especially the shaking and those shivering nerves of mine. I don’t know why.

When I tried to look at this man, I can’t just do anything but look away in just a second. I feel intimidated, not because of what he did but because his attention was focused on me.

Not to mention that we’re the only person inside this luxurious room. Without knowing what he would do next and the thought that no one else was there next to us, it creeps me out. Totally!

My head was facing the left side, wherein the luxury curtain was swayed by the winds and the reflected waves dancing along with the excellent weather. I was focused there when a warm and big hand-held my chin.

He forced me to look at him. I want to refuse, but with just his bare hands, I can’t even win. His hands were made of metal that won’t affect him even with a total force of movement from me.

Is this man even made from flesh and bones? He might be a devil robot and disguised as a human. That’s the worst metaphor I had.

He successfully turned my head in front using his force, but yet, I was looking downward. Trying to avoid his gazes. I can’t take it, and my heart might break from the cage because of these furious heartbeats.  It was drumming continuously because of this man’s presence.

“Look at me,” his baritone voice was calm but full of authority. Left with no other choice, I look at him.

Our eyes directly met, and at the central time, his eyes never failed to send shivers down my spine. He was just staring at me without knowing the significant effect given to my body and nerves.

I was left dumbfounded while mesmerizing his eyes...no, his whole face. This is not my intention to find his eyesight beautiful, but it is!

I hate to admit this, but he has this bright scleral blue eyes, a pointed nose, and kissable red lips that affect attractiveness in every woman.

These features are significantly correlated with women, and even gays would fall for it without hesitation, but with my situation, I’m just amazed at how he had these beautiful features. Actually, it was a waste to be in his care.

“Done fantasizing?” My eyes then again turned into his eyes. I felt my face heated up because of embarrassment.

How could I stare at him with this current situation?

“Fantasizing?” I asked while pretending to be confused and let out a faint chuckle, “Me?” I pointed myself using my right hand’s index finger without breaking off my eyes on him, “To whom? You?” I continued and then shifts my pointed finger to him with sarcasm in my voice.

Wait...

What...

The...

Hell, did I just said?!

I suddenly look down. I was nervous, yes! Why did I do that kind of attitude? Especially in front of this man who stakes a billion of dollars just to redeem me! I was sold to him, to this devilish man in front of me!

Yes! I’m nervous. Even if other girls are here, experiencing this situation, nervousness might break their own sanity. But what the heck?

Am I even thinking? I’m not stuttering even if I’m nervous, but for God’s sake! What am I implying to say? How can I do that to someone whom I witnessed almost killing a man with his bare hands?!

My heart was throbbing so fast. The man was quiet for the whole time while thinking about what might happen to me, yet I can feel his deep and deadly stare. I don’t know if it is harmful or whatever. I can’t just stop shaking at the thought that he was staring at me.

With the millions of nervousness inside my body, I tried to look at him once again. Oh! I just hope that I didn’t look at him. I caught his eyes. It was like piercing through my flesh and soul. He was staring at me like a hungry lion who wanted to chop off his prey’s head.

“I think you already recovered from the drugs,” after saying that in a cold tone, he grabbed my wrist and then, without concern, drag me out of bed.