Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 7 - Ready to Feel
The bias of light through the window vents, Mikhayla's body felt heavy. Her dreams were so bad that her legs hurt, Mikhayla blinked her eyes. He heaved a sigh of relief, at least he woke up in one piece.
"Wait? I-this isn't my room .. meaning last night wasn't a dream?"
Usually, being chased by the opposite sex or wild animals is Mikhayla's dream when her body is hot. Now, he realized that last night was a reality and really proved that he was pursued by the opposite sex as well as quite savage.
Crew
"Ah, I'm hungry."
Mikhayla touched her stomach, which was getting smaller. It seems that he was indeed very, very tortured, since yesterday there was no intake into his body.
Refuse at the infusion, eat reluctantly and minus him refuse. Surprised also last night his strength seemed that strong, he stared at the digital clock on the nightstand. Mikhayla is gaping, it's almost noon and this is out of her habit.
He is tired or indeed lack of sleep to be as calm as it was in a cage like the occupants could have pounced without cueing.
Chequelek
The sound of the door opening, whatever Mikhayla was most afraid of. She wasn't ready to meet the man last night, her heart was pounding amazingly. Even like he was about to move from his place, but a few moments later the fear of Mikhayla being replaced when entering was a beak woman his mother's age.
"Good morning, Miss .. have you woken up?"
Very friendly, already like Rani who always take care of him. The woman approached with food complete with drinks and wound medicine there, she thought hard now. Where did this woman find out if she had any injuries, was it possible that last night many came in and saw her? Really, Mikhayla made goosebumps for a moment.
"Eat first yes, Miss has missed breakfast today," he said gently then sat on the edge of the bed.
Mikhayla who used to be pampered and fed if sick was suddenly waking up. He accepted every mouthful from that completely unknown woman without hesitation.
Hungry and the food factor was indeed delicious making Mikhayla unknowingly almost spend her lunch. The shady woman just smiled watching the young woman in her master's room did not protest much and was so obedient.
"Smart child, Miss still looks very young .. is it still school?" asked the woman looking curious, Mikhayla's tiny face was indeed too adorable.
"Lecture of the second year," he answered briefly but still tried to be polite, his trembling hand held the glass and downed the drink to the toilet, his master's guest did not drink from yesterday or how, thought the woman.
"Mister Evan's sister?"
Evan's? Mikhail thought for a moment. It seems that was the name of the crazy guy last night. Willing to lie but he was confused about what to answer, worried also later thought the lady calls the host, thought Mikhayla.
"Yes, his sister."
The woman then nodded, she passed after leaving the wound medicine there. Maybe asked to be independent and self-medicate, where maybe the spoiled child will be able to do it without Rani, a waitress who doubles as her caregiver at home.
"Curtain sister? Who would have a sister like that."
"Have the wound added?"
Only then did he realize that in his hand there were some new injuries and it seemed that it was not the result of an accident. As it was smaller in shape and like a scratch, he let out a rough sigh. Naturally given wound medicine, with the ability as is he began to apply the drug. It felt quite sore and this made him grimace for a moment.
"Ck, what could this be? Difficult again, this is how to tempt him anyway," annoyed Mikhayla who does have a thin patience like the papa.
In the middle of Mikhayla who was focusing on her wound, suddenly the door of the room opened again. Suddenly he looked up and hoped it was the woman before so he could ask for help of course.
"Huh?"
Seeing who was now coming with his firm steps, Mikhayla suddenly retreated until her body hit the bed rest. The man who last night made his throat hurt from screaming is now coming back with a face that is still just as creepy.
"Ma-want what?" mikhayla asked in a different-sounding hoarse voice, the wound medicine she still held onto dripping and staining the bed.
The man did not immediately reply, he stood before Mikhayla at a distance not so far away. The man then glanced at Mikhayla's hand, until he came to his senses and his mouth gaped when he realized the medicine was now creating a stain there.
"I'm sorry, not intentionally." Quickly he returned it to the nightstand, the look in his eyes had managed to scare Mikhayla away.
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"Mikhail Abercio, your Papa?"
Mikhayla looked up, after quite a while just looking at him expressionlessly the man suddenly mentioned the name of his papa.
"Jawab, I didn't ask you to look at me."
After only a few seconds of anger, he who looked at Mikhayla for almost fifteen minutes and made the woman uncomfortable was no problem.
"Yes, my papa."
"Well, if it's true, are you ready to feel what I feel?" asked Keyvan, sitting a few degrees to bring his face closer, the man stared at the entire inch of Mikhayla's lethargic face.
"meaning?"
"You're smart enough, you should be able to think without having to explain" she whispered as eerie as last night.
.... To Be Continue -