Since Lenette refused to wear that abomination of an invention, her usual privileges had been revoked. She was only ever allowed in the kitchen on certain occasions then back to her room. It was maddening. But the one that hurt Lenette more was not even being allowed to the greenhouse, that one made her feel like shit.
She knew that this was supposed to be punishment, but she found being caged a bit extreme for not wanting to wear a leash. But then again thinking back to it she should have seen it coming just from his reaction.
"I told you. I will not wear a leash around my neck." She had declared to the man boldly while challenging him with her stare.
He had dropped his hands, one still holding that stupid thing and the other ran through his dark hair which in in retrospect did nothing much to remove it from his face. Then let out a chuckle, the chuckle seemed mocking and foreboding. She should have known then that he was not going to let her off. The Don had still been laughing when he called a man in a black suit, she did not recognise to escort her back to her room. That same man was currently station outside of her room.
Soon after she was escorted to her room, K had walked in with a woman also dressed in the theme black and white colours, a maid uniform. "This is Luna, she is her to attend to your necessities." Then left without a word. Lenette had tried her luck and attempted to wonder but was always intercepted by her 'warden', she would call him.
That was about a month ago. She has been locked up in her room since then and it has been driving her crazy. It was not only the very idea of being locked up that bothered her, which it did because it sent her back to the auction houses Lenette had been subjected to. However, the memory was different from the place where she met Caesar, it was more brutal and more intense. Lenette felt it was a suppressed memory, so she kept scratching at it, drawing out the full picture of the memory, only to find herself in a dark place that reeked of death and sick, along with loss of freedom. Lenette found herself barely able to make out anything but could feel direness of her situation. It felt like a nightmare that would break her if she remembered, so she stopped trying to remember, keeping it a repressed memory.
The other reason she hated being locked up was her father. Lenette had nothing and no way to seek out information on her father. It was becoming clear to her that her freedom was but a pipedream, so instead she figured that she could use her situation to her advantage. After all, she was tied to one of the most powerful businessmen and a kingpin of the underworld, she could not get any resource better than that. However, the man was difficult. It did not help that she too was just as difficult.
Lenette paced around the room, putting more though into it, at the moment her biggest asset and chance of getting any closer to finding the man who killed her father was the Don. So, the more she thought about it, the more she realised that she needed him. On her own she could not get anywhere with her investigation, she knew she lacked the power and resources her family had before. It was all gone with her father, taken along by the man who killed him.
Yet, here she was pacing up and down a room wallowing in her helplessness. To Lenette this was no different than giving up. She had promised herself she would never. But then again, Lenette had also promised herself that she would never lose herself or resort to the things that man would want from her in exchange for providing with the help she desperately needed.
Lenette was at odds with herself. Which was understandable, the decision she was stewing on was not an easy one to make. Not matter how much Lenette tried to avoid it, she knew exactly what Caesar wanted from her, and it was not just simple obedience, no. If it was that, Lenette would have relented, it was not that much of a price to pay.
She stopped in her pacing and stared at the door, heart mind trying to focus of what to do, her heart beating so loud she could feel it in her through. She was terrified of herself for even considering it. Giving herself to that man felt like a form of surrender and defeat she vowed at the auction house she would never give those bastards.
"But what choice do I have?" she asked to no one but herself.
None. The word sounded out in her head like church bells in a quiet Sunday morning. Lenette knew she had no choice; they gave her none, from the people who took her father from her, who took her freedom from her, now they want her dignity and honour. The thought almost broke her, save for her driving force.
She wanted revenge. For her father. For herself. And she was willing to do anything to get that. So, when that realisation hit. Lenette felt a little less guilty. She comforted herself with the thought that she would get an opportunity to find something about her father's death, and that was a chance she could not miss.
Lenette swallowed her pride and headed to the door. She pulled the door open to be met with the back view of a black suit on broad shoulders. She tapped in them, Kai, the 'warden,' turned his face just a bit, peering at her. She stared at him for a while, trying to gather herself, then managed to speak. "I request to see Caesar." She said her gaze unwavering, or at least she was doing everything she could to make sure it was not.
Kai smirked at her as if knowing why she would say that, before walking ahead. He stopped for a bit and beckoned for her to follow after noticing she was still frozen at the door. Lenette treaded behind him in a heavy silence as he led her to that empty space where Caesar's office was situated. Kai stood at the door and focused on her, "Knock first before you enter and waiting for him to call you in." then left, not before giving her this look of pity that made her feel like shit.
Lenette swallowed again though her throat was dry, which did not seem to matter much to her as she was forcing down her pride and dignity. Then she knocked.