I am roused from my pseudo-slumber by a gentle knock on my bedroom door. Sleep eluded me after my earlier self-indulgence, and I had instead immersed myself in the intriguing world of BDSM relationships. The more I read, the deeper my curiosity grew. Rising from the bed, I approach the door, and there stands Zane.
'How can she engage in passionate encounters at midnight and still appear at my doorstep by 6:30 am?' I wonder, forcing a smile as she greets me.
"How are you, Mrs. Zama?" she inquires, entering my room.
"I'm good, thank you. And how are you, Zane?" I respond, managing a polite smile.
"I'm good too, thank you. I am here to help you prepare for your breakfast with Mr. Mbangi," she announces, making her way to the bathroom. Questions swarm in my mind about what I witnessed earlier, but Zane's innocence seems incongruent with the scene.
When she finishes preparing my water, she returns to the room. "Your water is ready, Mrs. Zama," she says, and I nod, following her to the bathroom, mentally bracing myself for the hot water that awaits.
As she assists me, I decide to delve into the enigma that is Zane. "May I ask you something?" I query.
"Of course, anything," she responds, looking up at me.
"Why are you here?" I press.
"I don't understand," she admits, confusion etched on her face.
"Was it your decision to work for Mr. Mbangi?" I clarify.
"Yes. When I got out of school, I needed a job and a place to stay. Mr. Mbangi's company hired me to clean his office, and from there, he offered that I come and work for him here," she explains. My curiosity deepens.
"And how is it working for Mr. Mbangi?" I inquire as she continues with her task.
"It's a nice job, and the pay is nicer. I enjoy working for Mr. Mbangi. May I ask why you ask all of this?" she wonders, running the sponge over my arm.
"I just want to know the person that helps me get ready, that's all," I reply, attempting to hide my real motives.
"How is your stay here so far?" she questions, and I offer a noncommittal shrug.
"It's ok, I guess. It doesn't feel like a prison," I respond, and she nods in understanding.
"Have you ever been in that room of his at the far end?" I probe further.
"Yes, I have," she admits, and I study her face for any hints.
"Has he ever used his toys on you?" I ask, curious.
"Yes, he has," she responds, washing my back with the sponge.
"And how is it? If you don't mind me asking, of course," I press, intrigued.
"It's nice, nothing like I ever imagined," she chuckles.
"What about your boyfriend?" I inquire.
"I don't have a boyfriend, Mrs. Zama," she laughs.
"You're a beautiful girl. Why don't you have a boyfriend?" I question, puzzled.
"Between my job here, I don't really leave the house enough for me to have a boyfriend," she explains.
"What about your boss? Would he allow you to date?" I probe.
"Mr. Mbangi and I have an understanding, an agreement. I'm free to do as I please with my life outside work," she assures me.
"May I say something?" she ventures.
"Of course, you're free to say whatever you want, Zane," I affirm.
"I don't know why you are here, but I don't think you'd ever meet anyone who will treat you better than Mr. Mbangi ever will. Maybe he does not think himself capable of love, but I think he would fall in love with you; else, he wouldn't keep you here this long," she offers.
Frowning, I admit my confusion, "I was sold to him."
She chuckles, "Even so, I've seen the way he looks at you, Mrs. Zama. How he treats you, and I think I can safely say that you are in safe hands."
Helping me out of the water, she continues, "Uhhhmm... thank you, I guess."
"Is there anything specific you would like for breakfast? Mr. Mbangi said he has quite the activities planned for you and him," she mentions, and I furrow my brow at the unexpected revelation.
"Activities?" I inquire, feeling a sudden unease.
"Yes, you and him are going to go to the gym and then go out shopping," she explains.
"He never said anything of that sort to me," I express my surprise.
"He said I should help you get ready," she informs me. I walk to the sink to brush my teeth while she drains the water and cleans the tub. Wrapping a towel around my body, I return to the room and find Zane making my bed.
"Thank you."
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To Be Continued
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