Chapter 4

Hazel's POV

I got up and followed the woman reluctantly.

I didn't want any more harm done to me so I decided to lay low, after all I had just one year to stay here and then I will plan my exit from this hell.

Arriving at the dinner set, I was mesmerized.

There was a large golden table with about 16 chairs surrounding it.

Amongst this was a kingsized chair and beside it was a smaller version of it but it still looked grand than the rest.

I was about to sit on the closest chair in front of me when Damien stood up and pointed at the 'queen sized' chair.

My brain paused for a moment as if they no longer transmitted or processed information.

Damien still had the robotic look on his face, he didn't seem to ever let loose.

"Miss" he called out, his voice sounding soft and respectful despite his expressionless face.

I followed his hand and he had already shifted the chair awaiting me.

Many thoughts were running through my mind, but I knew keeping him waiting would give off a bad impression and if Arnold were to come in here then things would definitely not end well.

Subconsciously, I rubbed my bandaged shoulder and the horrifying scream from few hours ago filled my mind.

"Not now!" I mumbled and walked to where Damien was.

"Thank you" that was all I could mutter as I slide into the seat.

Damien let out a groan and then sat beside me, I wasn't expecting anything from him but I appreciates his kindness.

I looked around and noticed that everyone's plate was still filled, no one had taken a bite from their food.

After a careful survey of the table, I concluded that they were all waiting for Arnold.

I decided to join them.

A few minutes later, the elevator door opened and Arnold wheeled himself out.

Immediately, our eyes met and I quickly looked away and bowed my head while admiring how beautiful my nails were.

As if on cue, everyone around me began standing up causing a scratching sound to the floor, these sounds irritated me but the fear of Arnold was greater.

Trying so hard to ignore it, I stood up with my hands locked in and my head bowed.

Arnold paid attention to no one as he struggled to move from the wheelchair to the seat.

Forgetting the incident that had happened, I almost rushed to help him but I felt someone hold my hand bringing me back to my senses.

I looked down to see that it was Damien and I quickly understood that he knew my next move.

I felt grateful but a part of me also felt butterflies.

Arnold finally sat down and only then did everyone sit.

Amidst the clanking of cutleries, a cold voice pierced the air.

"Do not join the crowd to stand up when I enter the room"

I raised my head from my plate to see Arnold staring at me.

I wanted to reply to him but my words didn't come out in the end, I could only nod halfy.

Turning back to face my food, a sharp scream filled the air and everyone turned to the direction of the door.

A man who looked so hazardous with blood on his shirt walked in looking weak but it wasn't hard to see that he was fighting the urge to fall.

As soon as he appeared beside Arnold, he fell on his feet and began mumbling some inaudible words.

I looked away, my stomach churned as I looked back to my food.

The man's bloody shirt and swollen face looked so much like the steamed broccoli and tomato sauce on my plate and immediately, I lost my appetite, all I wanted right now was to leave.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to stand up but I felt someone holding me back.

I looked down to see Damien using his free leg to pin both of my legs down as he munched his food, obviously undistracted by what was happening in front of us.

"So, you still have the boldness to appear before me? Huh?" Arnold's cold voice pierced through the air.

For some reason, I wanted to hear his voice again.

I looked up and subconsciously, I couldn't remove my eyes from his face.

How could someone so ruthless and heartless be this handsome?

From his cupid shaped lips to his icy cold heavenly eyes and pale skin, if vampires were real, he would definitely be their Lord.

Bowing my head back to my food, I could feel my cheeks heating up.

I didn't have enough time to process my thoughts when I heard a loud shot and liquid splashed on my face.

At that moment, my whole body trembled as I lifted my finger hesitantly and brushed across my face.

Trying to process myself, I looked at my fingers and I almost lost control of my emotions.

I looked up sharply to see the horrifying scene in front of me.

The man had been shot dead in his eyeballs, his freaking eyeballs!

He laid in his pole of blood looking like a crucified zombie.

I closed my mouth as the urge to throw up was becoming uncontrollable.

"Hazel!" I heard, shocking me back to life.

I looked up to see Arnold's gaze staring at me.

His gaze reminded me of how pigs were looked at.

My stomach grumbled and I had to hold it to remain sane.

"Come to my room" he commanded and then entered his wheelchair.

This time, I didn't even bat an eyelash or want to help him as I watched him enter the elevator and leave.

"You should be there soon," Damien advised.

I got up immediately, feeling warm.

I had come to trust whatever Damien said as he seemed to be the one who looked after me.

I felt like his little sister.

Was this how a sister-brother relationship was like?

Finding my way to Arnold's room wasn't a hard thing to do as his chambers looked more grand and it had the inviting smell of lavender mixed with mint.

Peaceful and relaxing.

Raising my hand, I knocked, not wanting history to repeat itself.

After some seconds, I heard a muffled ‘come in’.

I entered to see him facing the floor to ceiling window, the bright moonlight shining on one side of his face and the other end had a darkness to it that made it stand out.

"You sent for me," I recalled with my head bowed, not wanting to stay here a minute longer.

The man's aura was too overpowering.

"Strip of your dress and appoarch me" he ordered.

"Huh?" I looked up confused and my face fell.

He was pointing a gun at me and his cold eyes indicated that he wasn't playing.

"I said strip your dress and appoarch me" he repeated, this time it was filled with threats.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked and my legs grew weak.