Mr Dark Desires. Possessives

Dalia

For the past two days, Ayana has always been in the room, and Abby will always come to deliver food or drink so that Ayana is not hungry and thirsty, because the girl would rather torture herself than get out of the room.

 

Luckily, inside Ayana's room she has her own bathroom, so she doesn't have to wander along the hallway. This also minimizes Ayana's chance to meet Carlos.

 

During a brief conversation between Ayana and Abby during these two days, Ayana learns that Abby is Sam's lover, right-hand man, Carlos' confidant.

 

Actually, Abby wasn't always there, but every time Carlos would go with Sam, he would come and stay for a few days so the apartment wasn't always empty.

 

And besides Abby, there was a middle-aged female servant named Dalia, who also lived there. However, since Ayana never once came out of the room, she never saw the woman at all.

 

“You should get out of this room once-once. Carlos is not at home.” Abby tells Ayana while watching the skinny girl next to her eat slowly.

 

Although Abby did not notice him, it seems that Ayana looks thinner than when she first met him.

 

“Actually Carlos is not so hunted,” Abby said, but then he quickly corrected it because it can be seen clearly that Ayana began to look tense by just mentioning the name of Carlos only. “I mean, he is not always in a bad mood, if his mood is good, he tends to be quite pleasant.”

 

Ayana frowned when she heard Abby's words, although she did not show her facial expression, but Abby could feel the deep-rooted dislike in Ayana's pulse towards Carlos.

 

“All right, all right, if you don't like talking about Carlos, but you better get out of this room and say hello to Dalia. At least you should know who you live with.” Abby said as she moved from the single sofa in the corner of Ayana's room. “Tomorrow I will not come here, so there will be no one to deliver food or drinks for you, therefore, you should dare to go out. You can't live forever in fear like this keep going.”

 

After saying so, Abby stepped away, leaving Ayana fixated on herself, still continuing to eat food that felt like sand in her mouth.

 

*** 

 

The next day, sure enough, Abby did not come to see Ayana at all and that means, Ayana will not get food or drink.

 

At first, Ayana can survive, but as the afternoon approaches and the sun has slipped on the western horizon, Ayana begins to feel thirsty.

 

Hunger can still be held back by him, but this thirst is hard.

 

Ayana believes she can survive without food for even three days, but she won't make it through the night without a glass of mineral water.

 

Ayana bit her lips in dismay.

 

Yesterday Abby told me Carlos wasn't going home for two days, but somehow Ayana still felt unsafe.

 

However, in the end, when the sun had completely set. Ayana finally gave up on her thirst.

 

His throat was like a dry desert and he could stand it no longer.

 

With courage, Ayana peeked into the hallway in front of her room and it was silence that greeted. He put up an ear, trying to hear every little movement around him, but nothing.

 

 

Without knowing where the location of the kitchen, Ayana walked slowly, as much as possible not to cause a commotion, trying to find where the position of the kitchen.

 

And only now Ayana realized, as Abby said, this house is so spacious, filled with luxury furniture and antiques. Not only that, every electronic item in this place is the last output.

 

It seemed, Carlos did not know how to spend his money, so he squandered it this way.

 

It took approximately five minutes until Ayana managed to find the place she was looking for, it turns out the location of the kitchen in this apartment is near the second balcony that leads to the city view.

 

Ayana was stunned there for a while, enjoying the flickering lights at night. Ayana had never seen a scene like this before, let alone being in a place this high, and had not expected to see it.

 

For a beautiful moment, Ayana's thirst is forgotten. As if a magic was guiding her, Ayanna moved forward to open the glass door that connected with the balcony.

 

“Do you want to kill yourself?”

 

Someone's voice from behind, making Ayana surprised instead of playing, she shrieked softly and immediately turned her body to see the source of the sound.

 

It was a middle-aged woman wearing a small, maroon-colored boxed shirt, her hair almost entirely bleached, clamped over her head. Their eyes met, and Ayana turned her face away, staring at the fingers of her bare feet.

 

“You must be Ayana,” Dalia made a statement. Of course the guess was not wrong, because if Ayana was not there, who else?

 

Although they had never met before, but Ayana knew that this woman in front of her was Dalia.

 

“Mother... Dalia..” greet Ayana in doubt, she raised her head slightly to look at this woman,

 

“Call Dalia alone,” said Dalia, without saying much she walked towards the dispenser, picked up the glass next to her and after it was filled, Dalia gave the glass to Ayana. What else can make this girl out of her her hermitage if not thirst?

 

“Thank you,” muttered Ayana, immediately took the glass and pressed the drink in seconds. “Bby... I ask again?” tanya Ayana was scared. Seeing Dalia leaning against the kitchen counter made Ayana was-was back.

 

“Of course.” Dalia shrugged her shoulders no matter, “You are free to eat or drink anything here, as long as you do not get out of the house, then it will not matter.”

 

Ayana knows the warning and will remember it well. However, for now all he needs is fluids so that he is not dehydrated. After hearing what Dalia said, Ayana moved towards the dispenser and began to refill it.

 

Only after the third glass, Ayana's thirst channeled.

 

“I'll be back to my room.” Ayana immediately washes her glass and intends to run back into her room, but Dalia holds her back.

 

The grasp of the middle-aged woman on Ayana's arm was unusually tight, until she was difficult to move, automatically undoing Ayana's initial intention of escaping.