Mr Dark Desires. Possessives

Dalia's Warning

“When did you lock yourself in a room?” Dalia raised her eyebrows in a defiant manner. “You think in that way, you can be free from Carlos?”

 

Ayana was still frightened when she heard the name called. Her body reacted with a bead, but that fact was ignored by Dalia, as she continued to say.

 

“Come and sit down. Let me tell you a little bit about Carlos.” Dalia loosened her grip on Ayana's arm and sat down at the dinner table. “Come and I will tell you how to deal with Carlos,” Dalia said again when she saw Ayana was not moving from her position.

 

“I just want to get away from this place,” Ayana said quietly, staring at the empty seat beside her designated Dalia.

 

“Go from here?” Dalia raised her eyebrows as if questioning Ayana's answer. “You think you can leave this place? I know what threat Carlos is giving you.”

 

Ayana still did not move from where she was standing, but she also did not run away from that place. He just stares and shuts up.

 

“I am anomic, outcasts, just like you,” said Dalia in a tired tone. He knew very well how difficult it was to get a decent life for people with the lowest social strata in society like them.

 

“You too?” only after Ayana heard Dalia's statement did the girl dare to raise her head and look at this middle-aged woman.

 

“Ya.” Dalia nodded. “I am anomic. I'm living the life you're living right now, so I know what it's like to want to die but can't, while life is too hard to live.”

 

Ayana bit her lip. He did not know that having someone who could understand what he was feeling and had been in his position now, made him feel bitter.

 

“Come and sit down,” Dalia patted the chair beside her again and this time Ayana according, she walked over hesitantly, but in the end she approached Dalia and sat down next to her.

 

At this close distance, Ayana could see Dalia more clearly, although the middle-aged woman was no longer young, but the veils of beauty could still be seen on her face.

 

When she was young, she must have been a woman who could attract the attention of many men. But, sometimes that beauty can wreak havoc. Especially for a social class like them, where the powerful can do anything.

 

“Why do you want to help me?” Ayana asked, twisting her fingers nervously. He didn't want to look scared like this, but thinking that Dalia would ask him to do something that had something to do with Carlos alone, already made his stomach ache and he felt uncomfortable.

 

“Because you have a chance to live more worthy than the life I live now,” Dalia said in a whisper and she could see Ayana's forehead wrinkled in confusion.

 

“What do you mean?” Ayana does not understand.

 

However, Dalia did not explain anything but showed Ayana what she meant by the words.

 

Dalia then rolled up the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing and showed some old wounds on her pale white skin. Not only that, Dalia even showed a wound on her stomach and it was a long incision. Starting from his left hip to cross to his right side.

 

Ayana gasped as she looked at those wounds. His hand immediately smothered his mouth so that he did not scream, but still his brain would not forget what he had seen. It's not all that easy to forget.

 

 

Dalia chuckled when she saw Ayana's reaction, knowing that these wounds looked terrible, but she also realized that she no longer cared. Maybe twenty years ago, if Dalia were in Ayana's position now, she would have had the same reaction, but Dalia had seen these wounds on her body thousands of times until she could no longer feel any sympathy, even to herself.

 

“No, this is not Carlos.”'s doing Dalia shook her head to convince Ayana that this was not the man's doing, although it did not rule out the possibility that Carlos could easily do the same. “I got these wounds from the man who bought me first.”

 

Ayana could see Dalia smiling bitterly, but there was no sadness in her smile. I don't know what it is, but for sure, Ayana can see flashes of anger in her eyes.

 

For a moment they do not talk to each other, while Ayana waits for Dalia's next sentence, thinking that maybe she will compile an extraordinary story to be heard on Ayana about her heroic actions in the past, or how he could be in Carlos' grasp right now.

 

However, all of Ayana's guesses missed. Dalia actually answered the question that Ayana asked a while ago without any discussion about her.

 

“You were the first woman Carlos allowed to stay in this house,” Dalia said. “It could mean two things.”

 

Ayana cuts out Dalia's words before she can continue her monologue. “Abby also occasionally stay at this place.”

 

Upon hearing what Ayana said, Dalia's facial expression instantly also turned into dislike. He doesn't like Abby.

 

“You can't count Abby in this case.” Dalia grabbed Ayana's hand and held it tightly. “Carlos won't touch Abby at all.”

 

“Because Abby is Sam's lover?” Ayana knows this from Abby.

 

“Yes, because Carlos will not play around with women who belong to people he knows.” Dalia looked into Ayana's eyes sharply, causing the girl to shuffle away, fearing that Dalia would do something dangerous. “Do not approach Abby. He doesn't look as good as you think.”

 

“What?” Ayana pursed her lips. “Why can you say such a thing? I think he's quite kind and understanding.”

 

“Oh, my dear.” Dalia shook her head desperately, “Not everyone you can think of as a friend and Abby is one of the people you should be aware of.”

 

Ayana is new to Abby and although the girl looks good, it will not hurt for Ayana to pay attention to the warning that Dalia gives.

 

“Good.” Ayana lowered her head and agreed to Dalia's words, but she also understood that the same was true for Dalia.

 

Ayana had to be wary of this middle-aged woman.

 

No words ‘friend’ in his situation.

 

Dalia then sighed deeply before she told Ayana what two reasons Carlos had kept her in this place.