IN THE CAGE

13. FIRFST TIME

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The screams at the Hunter family home subsided when the time had already shown at four in the afternoon. The big parked cars in the front yard had already gone home, I monitored their departure with envy. I want to get out of here, too, but thanks to that fucker who's been sleeping for five hours, I can't go anywhere. I wanted to press a pillow against his face, making him suffocate. The situation would have been better if he had died.

The thought of killing Ace teased me closer towards the man who was sleeping like a dead man. I picked up the pillow she was not wearing and raised it close to her face. My hands are shaking a little, should I do it? It's good, isn't it? He'll die, I'll be free. I don't need to be miserable in this cage.

L'm...

"Damn it!" I threw the pillow at the head of the bed. My determination to kill Ace was defeated by my fear. The thought of mother, Joseph and Vita bearing the consequences of my actions made me shudder in horror. I don't want to lose them.

"I hope you die choking on your own saliva!" I can only cuss Ace from where I stand. My hands clenched tightly, frustration and anger filled my heart. I was upset to see him sleep comfortably.

He shouldn't be able to sleep! He should have suffered and suffered from insomnia...

"Good." Ace suddenly spoke making me jump two steps away from him. Damn, when did he wake up?

"You made the right decision" he continued. He opened his eyes and looked at me. The sparkle in his eyes was witty, mocking me who did not have the guts to kill him. Fuck, motherfucker.

"I almost tied you back in if you hurt me."

"You have a mental problem." I mean.

Ace laughs. He got out of bed and extended his hand towards me. For a moment, his behavior confused me, but he made his point clear by speaking. "Come," he said.

I looked at his hand reluctantly. Does he expect me to welcome his hand or break all his fingers? This man is mentally ill, I want to shout at him.

As soon as he glared at me, I inevitably welcomed his helping hand. Her palm felt big and warm in my hand, very foreign and gave me goosebumps.

"I think we have an agreement not to hurt each other." Ace pulled me lightly in front of him. The situation was very awkward and the quiet room made me even more uncomfortable. I could hear her breathing and her voice speaking very clearly in my ears.

"It's a one-way agreement. You're still hurting me, just so you know." I won't forget how he forced himself on me.

Did he think, just because I wasn't dying physically, he wasn't hurting me? Bastard. My pride is trampled. I'd rather be hurt to death than endure this contemptible feeling.

"Oh, right too. But at least we have a deal." Ace looked up at me. His pair of gray eyes highlighted me beautifully. Reminds me of the dark color of the fucking night sky, why does that bastard seem to have such a charming face?!

I almost fell at his feet because I was stunned. Stared like this, if I don't remember him being a psychopath, I might melt down to the floor.

"What do you want?" I threw away my face. Avoiding his trap-like eyes for weak caution.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"Then take a shower."

I pulled my hand from his light grasp. It's a good thing he doesn't grab me rough anymore. Oh, I just realized this. Ace has changed a bit lately. He relaxed and never hit me. As I recall, on the first day we met, he slapped me once and continued to force his strength to hold me back.

What possessed him?

"Shake with me, okay?"

"Huh?" Forget it, he hasn't changed. He's still the pervert bastard. "I've taken a shower." I refused.

"I don't care if you've taken a shower or not, take a bath with me." Ace stands. Our height difference within this close range became so noticeable. I just reached his chest. Shit, why is he so big?

As our position swapped, I who was now looked up looked at him. Seeing his sharp jaw with nervousness. No wonder why Ace became a man who is loved by many women. Ace is not like the polite and princely Anggara, but he is like a demon. A devil who is good at luring humans into his poisonous traps.

"Can you stop being a pervert once?" I dare insult him. "I thought you were busy with Miss Margot."

"To stay sane, Fawn. I need entertainment in the middle of the day. Now you get it, right?" Ace touched my cheek, giving a pretty firm grip there before scanning my body from toe to head. His pair of eyes implied thirst. "You are my entertainment now."

"You're disgusting."

"Huh, I know." Ace approached me once more and without me having a chance to react, he immediately lifted me up in his chest. I was about to wriggle loose but it froze when he jerked my body roughly in his chest.

"I'll never take a shower if I keep arguing with you." Ace spoke as he carried me into the bathroom. After anchoring me in the big tub, he stood up and took off his clothes one by one. The plain sight of his body instantly filled my eyes, making me freeze.

"What's wrong?" ask her with a seductive grin. "Like what you see?"

"I'd better eat stale vegetables."

He turned on the water tap and joined me in the tub. The place that previously fit for one person only became narrow because of its existence. He approached me once more and smiled amusedly.

"Thank your hand" he said like a king.

"don't want. I said I had a shower. Can you stop doing this?"

Are prostitutes so expensive out there? Why would he seek solace from me who did not in the least have such a dazzling figure? Why am I just an ordinary country girl, with a trace of a scar from sparing, a toy of this crazy psychopath?

Oh, myGod!!!

"I was so stressed all day yesterday, can you stop whining?"

"Why should I be the object of your stress relief? Don't you have a girlfriend you can use? Hell, you have a lot of money to buy any woman who won't whine at you, do you know that?"

"I don't want any woman." Ace chuckles. "I want you."

Ace's speech was like an electric current electrocuting my brain. I was stunned by his stupid heart. What the fuck is this reaction? Am I a weak, cheap girl with a bastard's sweet words?

"Now...." Ace pulled my arm up to his neck, pulling off the shirt I was wearing before severing the distance between us. He came closer and looked at me.

Half of our bodies were submerged in the water. His every move created ripples on the warm surface of the water that did not make me comfortable. I felt a tremendous heat under the look in his eyes, and while he kept locking his gaze in my eyes. I didn't realize at all when our lips met.

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My eyes darkened the distance his face was approaching. Gently her lips swept over my lips. It was a new touch for me. Ace has never touched me like this before. No, he never treated me like this. What the hell's going on?

It took me a while to understand that what was happening right now was Ace kissing me. That psychopath... Kiss me?

His wet hands crawled up to my nape, pushing my face more taped to his face. Devouring me in the long pagutan makes me dark eyes. I dissolved in the strong pagutannya. My muscles and bones soften instantly.

Just then, a strange sensation crept on my body. Something I shouldn't feel at all. Something that brings pleasure and euphoria. I'm beguiled.

GODDAMNIT! GODDAMNIT!

In a near-missing sanity, I instantly rebelled in panic. What is my brain thinking? I pushed Ace from before me and retreated to hit the back of the tub. My eyes looked at him with horror.

Who's this bastard? How could he make me melt in his touch? It's not me anymore. Something is wrong in the air of this house. I.., I don't enjoy this at all. Motherfucker!

Fawn, sane! He's the bastard who ruined your life! Don't get carried away with the flow of the game! He's a crazy guy!

"What's wrong?" Ace looked at me with his usual flat expression. It was as if he was not committing a sin. That motherfucker without feelings!

"Is this your first kiss?" He teased me with a witty tone of voice. His thumb swept his own lips, reminding me of how those lips felt on my lips.

Motherfucker! Motherfucker! Motherfucker!

I need to hit my head against the wall after this. Die, Fawnia Alder! You don't deserve to live! Ah, I hate myself.

"You're really plain, aren't you?" Ace retreated from before me and started wiping his own body. "I don't know how many of your first moments I stole."

"It's not funny at all" I reached for my shirt that was half wet on the floor and put it back on. I left Ace out of that bathtub, and by some miracle, he wasn't angry at all. I felt relieved, but at one time, I started to worry about my sanity.

"Until when do I have to survive here?"

I can go crazy before I can meet the fresh air out there.

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