When Emilie woke up the next morning, she had a smile on her lips, for she had been dreaming of Paris, with the smell of sweet French bread and a nice warm cup of chocolate latte. Her eyes widened in surprise as she sighted the masculine tent and remembered where she was and how she had come to be in this chaotic scheme of a lunatic. She wished badly that this living nightmare was truly just a bad dream. Soon she will wake up to her beautiful apartment in Paris to the cool morning breezes but she knew this all wasn’t just a bad dream. She will never see Paris ever again.
This was just too much! She had to escape from this man! Just the thought of his hard cold voice sent chills down her spine. Letting out a sigh of relief when she saw that she was the only living thing inside the tent. She sat up and waited for what was in store for her. Half an hour must have gone by when she finally heard footsteps approaching her tents. She began chanting prayers, praying that it was Sam.
Unfortunately, her prayers went unnoticed when her eyes caught the demoise eyes of the Satan. Tall, dark, and mighty handsome, he stood gallantly in the doorframe.
“Get up!� He said coldly to her.
Refusing to bow down to his command, she stay put where she was. She was not going to let this man take control of her.
“GET UP!� He barked at her, when he hinted her intentions.
She turned her head away, gritting her teeth, and thinking of how much she detest this man, willing herself to not respond.
“Get up!� He impatiently barked at her. Even though she was afraid of him, she refused to give up.
In just a flash, he was beside her. She screamed as his huge, hard hand clamped her arms pulling her upward. It was obvious that her helplessness was no match for his strength.
“You’re hurting me! Let me go!� She yelled at him as he began dragging her outside.
“Let me go!� She yelled back at him, trying to jerked her arm free of his grip. “I can walk!�
He suddenly released her and it knocked her out of her balance that she fell to the dirt ground. She looked up at him, eyes full of hatred. “What do you want?� She demanded.
Once again, he clamped her arms and began pulling her upward. “You wished to bathe, didn’t you?� He asked, leading her to a small clearing that was surrounded by tall pine trees.
A large pond was located in the middle of the small clearing. It was a beautiful place, but Emilie was curious to what his true intentions were.
Ethan released her and walked to the tree stump and picked up the bundle of clothing with a towel wrapped around it, a bar of sweet-smelling jasmine soap, a small bottle of shampoo, dental hygiene products and a pair of brown flip flops.
He handed her the products and motioning his head in the direction of the water.
“You don’t expect me to bathe here, do you?� She asked.
Ethan let out a small sigh, and turned his attention to the forest landscape. He crossed his arms, and finally looked back at Emilie before giving her a response.
“Look, you’re not in Paris anymore neither are you in a civilization equipped with a bathtubs and showers. As you can already see, we are standing in the middle of the forest nowhere close to any kind of civilization. You sure as hell ain’t getting no royal treatment. You’re here now, and if you wish to bathe, you will do as the rest of us do. �
“All right. If this is the only way that I will be able to bathe and released me from all those horrible mishaps that I had ran into then so be it.� Her words had meant to string him but apparently it was showing no effects at all. “Thank you!� She said loudly and sarcastically. “And if you would please leave. I would like to take my bath in private.� She stated.
The tall handsome man standing in front of her did not budge at all, not even a single muscle.
“No. I have no intention of leaving.� He calmly said to her. He sat on a log and lazily crossed his legs
Anger crept throughout her and her face started to heat up. “You can’t possibly mean that you’re going to stay here and�-she paused not wanting to finish-“watch me!�
“That’s exactly what I intend to do. So if you will, please continue and act as if I am not here.� He boldly said, expressionless.
“Please. Rest assures. I will not do anything out of the ordinary. Please have some trust in yourself. “ Emilie softly said trying to persuade him to leave, so she can enjoy her the only freedom that she had.
“It’s not me that I don’t trust. I don’t trust you.�
“Well then, turn around!� Her blood boiled and she felt like she was able to explode!
She walked behind a large bush and glanced back to make sure his back was turn before taking off her clothes. Her lavender long sleeve shirt and denim jeans dropped to the ground. She stepped out of her clothes and walked into the water; deeper and deeper until the water was above her chest and covering her breasts. She kept her back to him the whole entire time. She washed herself under the cool delicious water. She lather the bar soap into her skin, caressing the sweet jasmine scent through her body. After scrubbing her hair with the shampoo, she softly massaged her hair.
Suddenly, she heard a loud splash behind her. It was the sound a rock colliding with the water. Alert, she covered her chest with her arms and turned around quickly. Her eyes were in contact with Ethan’s. His dark stormy hazel eyes glared back at her. His face expression was blank. What he was thinking inside his head was unknown to her. She was all too aware of her unfortunate not to mention bare condition. Blushing, she quickly turned her back to him again.
Gathering all her courage and all that as left of her ego, she finally managed to squeak out to him. “If you would please turn around, I would like to change into my clothes. “ She must have waited for at least a good two minutes but hearing no replies, she slightly turned her head back to check if his back was turned. To her surprise, he was gone. Must have walked back to the camp, she thought to herself. Feeling very self-conscious, she somehow managed to toweled herself dry before pulling the over-size white t-shirt over her head and wrapping the multi-color sarong around her waist. She slipped into the pair of flip-flop that he had given her. She was surprised to find that they fit her like a glove. She walked around the bush and sat on the same log that Ethan was just sitting on a while ago. Somewhere in her mind was telling her now was the perfect opportunity to escape but she knew better. He was close by, very close by. She was trying to dry her wet hair using the towel when Ethan came up behind her.
He didn’t have to say a word because she had already known that it was him. Standing up, she refused to looked at him and walked quietly back to the tent that she shared with him.