Page 68 of The Filth Kings

I snatched the sheet off the bed and started to rip it with purpose. I don’t know what the hell I was attempting to make but it kept my mind busy. I folded and twisted the sheet around with determination. Minutes later, I slid it over my head and jumped for joy. The fabric felt cool against my skin. I smoothed the front down and sighed. Big knots that I tied kept it together on my shoulders. I took a thin long piece of the sheet and wrapped it around my waist as a belt to keep it up on top of my wide hips.

I got back in the bed content. I pulled my knees to my chest then looked at nothing in particular. Just silence, I started to speculate what time it was and ended up frustrated with this entire situation. I didn’t want to swallow the reality of feeling like a rich prisoner. That was exactly who I currently was, though. Someone locked away but lucky enough to have a bed, and somewhere to shower with breakfast and dinner being served.

The hairs on my arms stood up as I heard the faintest sound of footsteps outside of my door. This time, I didn’t think it was a maid or Maylee. My stomach twisted in knots because I could feel that it was Detavio. He was finally here, and so many emotions ran through my mind because I didn’t know how to feel about him finally coming. I told myself that when he did finally come, I was going to beat his ass. Right now, I was willing to talk things out and beg for my damn freedom. That’s all I wanted right now.

The heavy door creaked open, the air in the room quickly shifted. He stepped in, his skin smooth and moisturized. His tailored white suit was crisp and sharp. Detavio looked like he was ripped straight out of a designer catalog. The normal predatory and cocky look he gave me was replaced by something that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. His shoulders looked tensed, his jaw was set and tight.

In his huge hands he held a bundle of clothes. My heart sped up as Detavio gazed over at me with a concerned look on his face. It almost looked like he regretted bringing me up here.

“De-Detavio, please…I will never report or blog on you or Impurity again. I just want all of this to be over. I want to go home, please.” I pleaded.

I got so emotional, I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from my eyes. They dropped; my bottom lip trembled. A painful lump traveled up my throat as my entire body started to shake. I never been in this type of position, I tried to make the best out of it. I just never been restricted of my freedom. I just wanted to get away from it all to clear my head.

He stepped further in the room and sat the bundle of clothes at the edge of my bed. I continued to beg him. I expected for him to ignore and offer me a dismissive look.

“You can go home, Angel,” he said, his voice a sharp bite.

“I’m so—” He cleared his throat and looked away for a couple of seconds.

I stayed still and remained quiet as I picked up on sorrow from him. I didn’t know what it all meant coming from Detavio. Him saying that I could go, sounded too easy. It was evident that something bothered him. He looked like he carried a heavy burden as he struggled with his next set of words. Detavio’s face balled into a series of different emotions before he gained control over them. He cleared his throat once more then spoke a little clearer.

“I’m sorry for kidnapping you…bringing you here against your will. You never have to forgive me, your forgiveness doesn’t matter to me either. One day I’ll forgive myself and then maybe I’ll become concerned with your forgiveness.” He murmured the last part of what he said to himself.

“You wanted so many answers just like I did…only difference is…I been wanting answers since a kid…since the day my mother left me with Impurity. I figured, since most of my questions been answered a couple of days ago, I’ll get your questions answered by the one person that owes those answers to you…” He narrowed his eyes at me, the corner of his mouth twitched into a painful sneer.

“I brought you new clothes and underwear. I’ll step outside the door to give you time to get dressed.” His shoulders dropped in defeat.

Detavio gave me his back and walked toward the door.

“All the cameras from your home have been removed, there’s also money that has been deposited in your account for your time served here,” he stated over his shoulder.

For a second, I almost wished that I could ask him what was wrong. I knew better than to try. I had an opportunity to go and right now, and it sounded too good to be true. I hurried off the bed and took off the sheet and went straight to the clothes he placed at the edge of the bed. I was surprised that he had all of my sizes correct, down to my boyshorts panties. I slid on the black Nike leggings, then put on a Nike long sleeved shirt. I never been so happy to see a pair of black Nike sandals in my life. I put them on the concrete then slid my flat fat feet inside of them.

I looked around the room one last time before I walked toward the door to let him know that I was ready.

“I don’t need any answers for anything. Some things are better left unsaid,” I stated softly.

“You need this particular conversation. I won’t sit in either.” He turned away from me coldly then led the way.

The air was thick and cool against my face. It was nothing like I expected it to be since his pit was underground. The stone walls were smooth and polished-looking. I swallowed down and took it all in. The tunnel stretched wide and long. Each step that we took echoed around me. I kept glancing at Detavio’s well-defined back and wondered what he was thinking.

He picked up a lantern off the ground and kept walking as the tunnel got darker. After what felt like ten minutes of walking, we made it to some steps. I gripped the edges of the narrow staircase. We reached the top, Detavio pushed on a metal door. Light! My eyes welled up and sagged from so many emotions that hit me all at once. It was like I was hit with a wave of disbelief because I thought I would never get out of the pit. I blinked as I stepped past the metal door. The room before me was nothing like the cold earthy tunnel.

The floors were polished and gleamed under a soft golden light that spilled from a crystal chandelier. Everything about this place screamed wealth and power. I took a hesitant step forward, my eyes scanning the room, trying to take it all in. There were tall columns that stretched to the high ceiling along with tall windows framed with gold velvet drapes. I glanced over to the far side of the room and noticed a grand staircase that spiraled upward.

His steps had lights on them like the stairway to heaven.

“You play the piano?” I asked, amazed as I slowly walked over to a grand piano that sat in the corner next to a floor to ceiling mirror.

“I taught myself years back,” he retorted from behind me.

This place felt like a kingdom that was owned by a man that didn’t play by anyone else’s rules except his own. Detavio was at my back, his presence made the big space that we stood in feel small. I turned to face him, at a loss for words. I didn’t need to thank him for shit, it was him that kept me against my will. It was also him that fucked me in a dirty ass deserted alley.

I squinted my eyes up at him and sighed.

“I guess this is your world.” My words came out low above a whisper.

He didn’t answer right away; instead, he stepped closer. His eyes blazed into mine as the air thickened around us.

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