Crazy owner (5)
Caring for a blind owner was not easy, and Vincent was still too careful. Paula was reportedly the tenth person hired after he stopped leaving the room. At first they agreed, but most of them did not work long, quit or suddenly disappeared.
Aside from the sudden disappearance, Paula thought she understood why they couldn't last long. Perhaps due to the fact that he was blind, the owner was sensitive to every sound, and it was very strong.
He's stuck on the bed. The gentleman was confined to the bed, except for small movements when necessary. In particular, when someone entered, he was quickly covered with a sheet.
He also had a bad temper, so everything she brought ended up on the floor. At the same time, when he felt that she moved even a little, he wrapped himself in a sheet and hid.
This is a real cat.
Luckily, Vincent had limited time with her, which is when the butler arrived. The butler turned out to be the same elderly gentleman who brought Paula. He visited Vincent's room once a day, and during that time they seemed to have quite a serious conversation. During this time, Vincent did not wrap himself in a sheet and showed a rather serious attitude. Every time she sneaked a glance at him, Paula wondered if he had been such a serious person to begin with.
Then what was the point of everything that was happening?
The plate flew past her face, crashed into the wall and broke. The girl is tired of looking back and checking.
“Get out.”
Paula took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly. Vincent shrugged, but his eyes were wide open.
“I think you don’t like me.”
“-Yes, I don’t like you at all. So get out.”
"What's wrong with me? If you tell me, I'll try to fix it."
" - All."
This is not good.
“I will do everything in my power to please you.”
“You don’t have to do this, so get out of my sight.”
Oh, I want to hit you so bad.
A person who doesn't listen needs a good night's sleep. Paula glanced at Vincent.
Can't I just hit him once?
“What are you thinking about?”
“-...”
“Don’t even think about playing the fool. I’ll kill you.”
You are sensitive to this.
Она пожала плечами и отвернулась, чтобы убрать разбитую тарелку.
What a waste of time.
It would be quite expensive if sold on the market. With a feeling of regret, she smacked her lips and collected the broken plates.
Yes, you need to change the sheets first.
“Mister, I need to change the sheets.”
“Don't come near me.”
“If you could step aside for a moment...”
This happened the moment she approached him to take off the sheets. Something flew out and hit her on the forehead. She stopped briefly in extreme shock. When the girl straightened her staggering body, she saw what hit her forehead and fell. It was a table clock.
Paula took the watch and checked it, the hour hand had stopped and was broken.
Crazy.
“ - If you don’t like it, you can say no. Why are you being so unreasonable?..”
" - Why, are you afraid to die? No one will care even if you die."
Paula looked up at the desk clock and looked back at him. Vincent was rarely seen and seemed nonchalant even though he was throwing things at her.
No, he laughed at her.
" - People like you are easy to read. Magicians who will do anything for you if you give them money. Dirty creatures, obsessed with money. I wonder if people like this are afraid of death? I'm sure you're here for the money too. Otherwise, you wouldn't have accepted a stranger's offer so easily."
“-...”
" - Do you know why they hired you? Because you're so capable? Because you can be relied upon? No. It doesn't matter whether I kill you or not. If you know how to please others, you're useful enough, and if you're too annoying, there's nothing wrong with killing you. It's you."
His words pierced her heart like a blade. It was pierced brutally, disfiguring the insides. How can he be so mean?
How can you say such harsh things? However, no tears came because these were familiar words.
It's easy to criticize. It is easy to criticize another person as if he were breathing and amused by it.
People did this to her.
Sometimes her father and only sister did the same. They elevated their pride by blaming her, and that was the value of her existence.
His words didn't hurt her much.
It didn't hurt any more than being beaten by her father.
Of course, it's a completely different thing to feel bad.
“It was really mean.”
" - What?"
“What kind of confusion is there between me and Mr.”
Vincent's face flushed at her words.
Paulo gritted his teeth.
“You. Watch your language.”
“I want to tell you something important. You are absolutely right, I am crazy about money, and that’s all.”
" - What?"
" - As the master said, you won't care if I die, and even if I suddenly disappear, no one will ever come to find me. If the master orders me to die right now, I will not resist. So there is no point in being afraid. If you still don't like me, just kill me. And if you kill me, I will be extremely grateful to you. It would be better if you killed me right away. It's better than this torture. Oh, even if I die, no one will will come to avenge me, so rest assured, you have found the right person.”
“-...”
Finally he shut up. Surprise was reflected for a moment in his eyes, directed into the air. It was a short moment. When Paula approached him again, he immediately regained his alertness.
“Then, master.”
She didn't care when he fumbled around with his hands, as if looking for something to throw.
He had nothing else to throw anyway.
She stopped in front of the bed to take advantage of his embarrassment.
“ - Excuse me.”
She then grabbed the sheet and pulled it up.
He couldn't make a sound and rolled over on the bed. Soon after, Vincent fell out of bed with a thud.
" - What are you doing?"
“I’m going to change the owner’s sheets.”
Just as he was about to say something, she pushed him and pulled out the rest of the sheet. Paula replaced them with clean ones that she had prepared in advance.
She pretended she didn't hear his screams.
Then, sitting in front of him while he fumbled on the floor, she undid the buttons of his pajamas. Vincent, noticing this, extended his hand to stop her. She skillfully took his hand, lowered it to the floor and pressed it with her knees.
"What are you doing? Don't touch me!"
" - Why? Well, you have a magnificent body."
" - What?"
Stunned for a while, he resisted, squirming his whole body as she tried to undo all the buttons of his pajamas and take them off. His body lost its balance and tilted towards the floor due to a stronger force than she thought. As a result, he released one hand, grabbed her head and pushed. But she didn't give up either.
Her head was thrown back, but she didn't let go of the pajamas she was holding onto. The girl pressed his hand harder with her knee to somehow pull it out, and twisted her whole body, trying to take off his pajamas. The arms that remained on her knees were twisted, and her body shook. It was chaos.
After such a scuffle, she threw his pajamas back over his shoulder while he was caught off guard for a while.
It's been about a year since he lost his sight. They said he was stuck in his room and hadn't eaten properly for about six months.
He was too thin.
There was no flesh on the naked body.
His ribs were clearly visible. He also lost a lot of muscle. It looked good on the outside, considering his physique, but when she took off his pajamas, it looked pathetic. Sometimes the dry feeling of his hand when she grabbed it made her think it was just bones, but she didn't know he was so skinny. There were also small hematomas here and there.
Come to think of it, the face she saw up close was also too thin and pale. The girl didn’t know, maybe he couldn’t sleep normally, but there were bruises under his eyes. There was no focus in the dull emerald eyes, and the cracked lips emitted a heavy, labored sigh.
If you touch it, it will break. Even though he was clearly a grown man.
Paula felt terrible.
So she stroked his cheek without realizing it. He flinched and turned away from her touch.
Paula lowered her eyes slightly and closed her mouth.
It was a shame.
She removed her hand, watching him like this.
The girl removed her knee, which was pressing his hand, and pushed his shoulder back. As soon as his body fell limp, she pulled his pants down.
She will only leave his underpants alone.
Paula stood up with his dirty pajamas and took new ones out of the closet. He hunched over as tightly as he could, wrapping his arms around his skinny body. The bones of the spine were visible and it was terrible.
“If you want to continue wearing stinky clothes, I can’t help it, but I hope that you will understand the deep desire to always maintain cleanliness as a servant of the master. And I would appreciate it if you would extend your hands so that I can put new clothes on you.”
“I'm going to kill you.”
"Yes. Stretch your arms up."
She grabbed his dry hands. He held on as if he had no intention of stretching, but his strength was weak. She didn't know that a man could be so weak. It seemed to show his life when he stayed in that room.
Instead of making him raise his hand, she hung the new pajamas on her wrist. He then began to put on his pajamas, stuttering. Maybe he was ashamed to be obliged. Pretending not to know, she touched his clothes the way he dressed, so that they would be easy to wear.
“-Here are your pants. And your underwear.”
“-...”
There was no answer.
In any case, she didn't even expect this.
The girl grabbed the clothes remaining in her hand and headed towards the bed. She removed the pillowcase and changed the sheets. Looking at the clean bed, she felt proud and looked back at Vincent. Luckily he also changed his trousers.
She walked up to him with a pleased face upon seeing his neat appearance. Vincent tried to stand up, placing his hands on the floor. When she extended her hand to help him, he hit her hard. Then he fumbled in the air and crawled to the bed on his own.
Stubborn
“Master, you must go to the right.”
" - Shut up".
Even though he said so, he carefully turned to the right and picked up his clothes.
But why is this all?
What about his underwear?
“Master, you also need to change your underwear.”
Vincent settled comfortably in bed as she said this...
She was speechless when she saw him huddled in the corner with a new sheet covering his head. Just in case, she went up to him and sniffed him; he had an unpleasant odor.
Could this be...?
“Didn’t you change your underwear?”
“Get out.”
" - No, this is unpleasant. Excuse me, master."
As soon as she bent over, the sheet fluttered and something jumped out of it.
It was the gun that touched her forehead.
She was so surprised that she immediately stopped and thought he was pulling the trigger.