Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 8

Lauren

Damn this girl is frustrating. She is infuriating even, but she is a challenge, one that I was willing to pursue although it will annoy me to hell and back if she continues to ask me questions I don’t want to answer.

“You haven’t eaten,” I state looking at the tray still occupied with untouched food from yesterday.

“Wasn’t hungry,” she replies in a small voice.

I pull on my shirt and close my wardrobe door, facing her completely now. She still looks too weak to support herself on those sticks for legs and the nightgown I gave her yesterday appears to want to fall from her limbs.

I sigh, annoyed at myself for doing that to her.

“Well let's go to breakfast then,” I said, motioning for her to hold my arm for support. She does, but the hesitation in every move that she makes when it comes to getting close to me is evident.

But even then, she never seems scared of me, more guarded and suspicious. I know she has many questions for me, but I really didn’t want to answer them, not when I have a question of my own, like why did my kisses not work, they always work.

Is it possible she had built up a resistance to them the longer she was exposed to them? If so then she can’t know, I can’t have her thinking I am weak. She already gets too much from me, I’m just going to have to show her who is really in charge.

I helped her into her seat, pushing the chair in for her before sitting in my own. Her eyes remain on mine the journey to my chair, even as I sit across from her now.

Questions are written all over her face, and like I’ve said, I don’t want to answer them.

“Stephanie,” I call and the maid enters the room holding two trays of food and places them in front of each of us.

“Miss Davids you have a call from Mr Turner,” she says before she leaves the room.

Anger builds up inside of me as I look back at Elise, who now looks shocked and even more curious if that was even possible.

“Stay here,” I hissed at her as I stepped out of the room to pick up the phone of that jackass.

+++CHANGE POV+++

Elise

I watch as Miss Davids storms out of the room, well at least got somewhat part of a name to put to a face.

She seems angry at the announcement, is it because I found out her name, or was it the person who was calling her, Mr Turner or whatever.

Either way part of me doesn’t want to be close to her right now, by the look of irritation she has had on her face since she walked out of the bathroom.

“Are you going to eat?” She asks, walking back into the room and sitting back in her original seat.

I shake my head, feeling nauseous just looking at the fruit platter in front of me. Come to think of it, she has been willing for me to eat for the last two days, even fuming when I don’t. Why is she pushing for it so much?

“Fine, I’ll just have to enjoy this in my own way,” she replies, picking up her fork and stabbing a piece of fruit on her plate, as if I weren’t a few feet away from her and she was just enjoying her own space.

I sit there silently, not knowing what to do, when I suddenly feel something slither in between my thighs, making me shiver and pull away from the table. The thing in between my thighs retract and whip around my leg, pulling me back hard into the table.

“I didn’t tell you you could move,” the woman says bluntly, continuing to with her breakfast like nothing is happening.