C7 CHAPTER 7

❣️ BEYONCE ❣️

I stared at him as he ate, and the maids served my own food.He looked at me with this eyes I didn't understand. Maybe they are surprised that I am eating on the same table with their so called master.

Or they must have poisoned the food. But if that's it, Mary would never let me eat it. Instead, she stared at me smiling like she has always done.

They were done and they bowed waiting for their master to send them out.

"Go." He said Coldly and they all left including Mary.

I sighed picking up my cutleries to start eating.

"You really have guts." He said picking up his cup to drink water. That's what I wanted, for him to kill me out of annoyance before he feeds me to his guards.

"Because I am eating on your table Master Ramson?" I asked sarcastically and he looked at me and smirked.

"You really think you are tough Hun?" He asked and I shrugged my shoulders looking at my food.

"I know you would kill me at the end of the day, so let me eat in peace before you do that okay?" I said nonchalantly.

I was damn sure I was getting to his nerves. I need him to kill me, I can't keep living after what he did to me last night.

And if he doesn't kill me now he has the chance, then I will kill him when I get that chance.

I kept eating and he also did the same with a straight face, and at that moment, I used that opportunity to admire him.

I stared at him right from his Adam apple as I moved the fork to my mouth. His Adam apple was damn attractive.

I moved up to his lips and gosh it was small and pink. His nose was narrow and he had this crazy attractive eyes. Blue eyeballs and long eye lashes.

To be honest he was annoyingly handsome.

"Why are you staring at the person you plan on killing?" He asked and then I realized that the whole time I was staring at him, he also stared at me.

Of course he did, if he didn't, I would I notice his blue eyeballs and long eye lashes.

"Me staring at you doesn't mean I won't kill you if I'm chanced. I just keep wondering how your mother will feel when she hears you are dead." I said and I saw anger and rage in his eyes.

He stood up and in anger grabbed my neck.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother!" He yelled to my Face and I shivered in fear.

He must really love his mother. But that's what I want, that he gets angry and then kill me.

"That's it. Kill me, make me forget the evil you did to me last night. Kill me already." I said with his hand still on my neck.

He stared into my eyes for some minutes and then released me adjusting his clothes and breathing out loud.

He sat on his chair and picked up his Cutleries again.

"Death is too easy for you. I will use your fears against you. I promised mother not to kill you but I didn't tell her I won't punish you. And I think I know the perfect punishment for you b**ch." He said as he ate.

"Why not save your stress and just kill me. Tell your mother I killed myself, because If you don't, I will be a torn in your flesh." I said and he smirked.

"I am in for that." He said waving to his men which ran towards us. My heart skipped as I wondered what he planned next.

"Take her to room 15. Tell the maids to get her prepared for the night." He said and I furrowed my brows.

"Another section of lust right?" I asked as tears filled my eyes.

"Let's see who is a torn in the flesh." He replied smirking. The men held my hand and dragged me up.

I struggled with them but of course, they were way stronger than me. I was just like a feather in their hands.

They dragged me up the stairs, I was the one making sure I took my steps properly so I wouldn't fall.

"Beyonce, where are they taking you?" Mary asked fearfully.

"One stupid room 15." I said and she gasped looking very scared.

"What? What's in room 15?" I asked as they kept dragging me.

"It's a torture room." She replied and my heart skipped.

"What!!" I yelled.

"Shut up!" The men smacked.

We got to the so called room and they opened the door. The inside was dark and I couldn't see anything.

I guess someone got to the lights and they came on.

Immediately I saw what was in the room, my mouth dropped open, my heart stopped beating, my eye heated up, and my feet wobbled.

"Oh My God." I said trying to stay alive.

"I will take it from here." Mary said to the men and they walked out of the room.

"Is that a whip?" I asked fearfully.

"Yes Beyonce. I am so sorry it got to this. This room is the sex torture room." She said and I looked at her again.

"What! Sex torture room? So he wants to torture me with sex???! Doesn't he have any humanity in him!!" I yelled as I broke down in tears.

"No one has been in here for a very long time. No one that cooperate with him has to be here. But I guess you got him pissed." She said sadly.

"I talked about his mother so I could provoke him to killing me, that's all." I said in tears.

"Why did you do that Beyonce! I told you not to act stubborn, it will just make things worse." She said.

"I swear I didn't know he had this. If I knew I wouldn't have talked about his mom. I am so scared Mary." I said and she hugged me as I weeped.

"Maybe you can apologize to him. Not now, but when he comes to you at night. But it's hard to think he would forgiven you. You went to the extreme." She said and I looked around the room again.

"Will he really use all these on me? I mean the whips, handcuffs, rods, ropes, tapes." I mentioned the few I could because I wasn't even think straight anymore.

"I really don't know Beyonce. Most of us hasn't been here before. We all do whatever he says because we have this hope that he would like us." She said.

"That is bullshit! That man out there doesn't have any regards whatsoever for human life, talk-less of we women." I said in tears.

"Beyonce, please save your strength. You need to stop crying. It's still morning and it's obvious you will be here till when he needs you. And I don't think persuading him to let me bring food for you would work." She said and I sat on the floor still weeping.

"He should just kill me." I mumbled.

"He won't. He promised his mom and he wants you to suffer. You need to get used to him or things would get worse." She said and I nodded knowing I had no other choice.

"I will stay here with you till I bath you for the night." She said sitting next to me.

"No Mary. Go, you need to eat and attend to other things." I said and she took my hand shaking her head.

"Master didn't tell us not to stay with you. So I can be here till he is ready." She said and I bit on my lips.

"Mary I am still sore." I said looking at her.

"I know Beyonce and I feel bad about the fact that this night may go very rough. I have only one advice for you Bee. Don't struggle with him, do whatever he wants. Please Beyonce, that's the only thing that won't break you. You still have the hope of leaving this place." She said and I nodded cleaning my eyes.

"Thanks Mary." I said resting my head on her shoulders.

"Does he know your name?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Don't that even matter to him? He doesn't know it." I said weakly.

"It's not surprising. Before he knew I was bearing Mary it took two weeks. And it wasn't because he asked, i told him because he hates the fact that he kept calling me that girl, the newbie." She said and I smiled faintly.

"Did he ever show he cared about any of you?" I asked hoping she would say yes.

"No he didn't. All he did was have sex with us and then pass us on to his men." She said smiling. I wonder how she smiles after all these.

"I certainly have the same fate too." I said and she shook her head making me look at her.

"No I don't think so. He made you sit at his dinning table, that has never happened. That means he saw something in you. You amused him." She said and I sighed.

"Don't try to make me happy okay? What he saw is just a tight pu**y, nothing more." I said and she smiled raising my head and staring into my eyes.

"Your beauty captured him I guess." She said and I smiled.

"Are you really doing this now Mary?" I asked and she smiled hugging me again.

"I want to see you happy no matter what." She said and I shut my eyes.

"Thank you Mary. You are a good friend." I said and she brushed down my hair with her hand.