As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the house, Eva made her decision.
She got a glass of orange cold drink, and took it to the study room where Mercelo was busy with his office documents.
Sitting on his laps, with a beautiful smile on her face making her more attractive, Eva rubbed her hand on his hair gently and mischievously. She slightly chuckled.
"You look handsome even with the mask on."
Mercelo was so surprised, Eva had locked herself since morning and now, she was nice and polite to him. He said inwardly.
" Since when did this begin?"
He slightly chuckled, tilting his head. " It's really difficult to understand women!" He thought
"Am sorry for what l did early. So l made this to make it up to you."
" Are you bribing me?" Holding her waist he raised his head , with a gently voice he said.
"I should be the one to ask for your forgiveness, l made you pass through hell everyday. Am sorry my love, please forgive me!"
Then he turned and gazed at her green eyes locking with his as he brushed her cheeks gently . He whispered.
"How does it feel to kiss your lips, am truly eager too, but l can't."
To make him trust her , she tore a pice from her silk cloth and whispered. " Of course you can."
Tieing her eyes tight, slowly she felt his breath, his lips touched hers kissing her slowly but romantically, untile he began gasping for breath as the kissing speed gradually increased.
Sensing he he was on a climax, she pulled herself at once. " You should put you mask on, l will untie my eyes now."
" Can we continue.. please." He politely requested.
Eva devilishly smiled. Inwardly said." Am sorry Mercelo, but you have to pay for what you did to me!"
" Next time!" She replied.
Mercelo's life is a little bit complicated. The Mercelo at day knows that he had never touched his wife, and that was his first kiss.
Although he love her so much and yearns to be with his wife Eva, but dares not to ask. He could clearly feel whatever happens to her every night causes her much pain making him always feel guilty.
And Eva never tells him, because she knew he knows what he does to her at night and pretends to be innocent.
" Here, l made this specifically for you, my dear husband."
"I will make you pay for what you did to me tonight, my dear husband!" That she thought, continuously and it kept whispering in her ears like a song.
She handed the drink and treked outside leaving him with his privacy. She was so assured that after what just occured, he will surely drink it without any suspicion.
And indeed, he was so jovialous that he lowered his mask, and took a slow sip, his eyes closing as if savoring the taste. His wife had brewed for him something, for the first time ever.
It was also the first time that his wife spoke nicely to him. But little did he know, behind her smile was a hidden motive. The drink was spiked.
To Eva that was the beginning of her revenge. The true battle was yet to begin. This was just the opening salvo. The juice was laced with a potent sedative, carefully measured to subdue him without killing him.
He'd been a monster at night, like a creature of shadows and violence. He was different in the light, almost a stranger. Eva wondered if there were two distinct men inhabiting that single body.
The man who smiled weakly at her now, and the brute who dragged her to the floor in the darkness. But that sounded insane and was impossible, she knew that Mercelo pretends to be kind and polite to cover up his cruelty.
As he grew drowsy, she helped him to his feet, his weight surprisingly heavy against her. She led him to the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the house.
Under the bed were trinkets, lay his collection of tools of torture. Rope, restraints, a whip— each item a testament to the darkness he possessed. She picked them up, one by one.
Eva selected the thickest rope, the one he'd used to bind her the previous night, to hold her captive in the suffocating grip of his rage. He was already asleep, his breathing slow and ragged.
She knew she couldn't hoist him to the ceiling like he did to her, his weight was too much
Instead, she bound him to the bed, his arms stretched out, his body restrained. She didn't want to kill him, not tonight. This was about defending herself and making him pay for the previous night.
Immediately it clocked 7pm, she sprinkled water on his face to wake in up, at that moment, Lady Sophia become suspicious as to why Mercelo wasn't out yet.
She decided to come upstairs only to gaze at a man laying on the bed hands tied and half naked. Besides him was Eva with the long black whip and a cup of water.
"Miss! What do you think your doing?"
Eva slowly turned her gaze at the door, cross folding her hands confidently and mischievously said. " And what do you think am doing?"
Lady Sophia's gaze rotated between Eva and the unconscious Mercelo on the bed, so baffled , she folded her hands forward beging her.
"Please my lady, go easy on him."
Eva chuckled as if the words lady Sophia said we're worthy a laughter, and said nonchalantly.
"Who? Him? Me who is not easy on myself, now imagine what l can do to someone who is not me!"
She paused diving her attention back to Mercelo as she continued sprinkling water on his face. " If your done ranting nonsense, please lock the door."
Slowly lady Sophia retaliated and locked the door. After a while, Mercelo gained consciousness. As he tried to pull himself up from the bed, only to realize his hands and body tied .
He was so baffled, his gaze fell on a confident lady standing besides him holding his whip in her hand. Her face was glum and her eyes cold as she gazed on him silently.
" Welcome back my dear husband!"
" What's the meaning of this?" He yelled his voice deep and cold.
"Don't tell me you don't remember, my love! what happened yesterday!" She blatantly said, while pacing around the bed.
" You b*tch! If l get out of here, l will skin you alive."
Eva slightly chuckled then raised her leg and stepped on the bed and whispered. " That's only if l give you the chance."
Mercelo was bewildered, anger filled his chest that it felt like bursting, his eyes under the mask become cold and narrow and his throats soared.
" I can see, you've grown wings. But I will cut them off for you."
" Tch tch tch."
She leaned closer and whispered mockingly.
"Is that a threat? A kettle calling a pot black. Don't forget l know your weakness , and l don't mind tieing you up every night for the rest of your life."
Mercelo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, the woman Infront of him looked indifferent and Unapproachable, that wasn't the woman he married. Softly and calmly, he said.
" Who are you?"