Chapter 37 - Cave

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In the morning, she had not thought about what to do today. She woke up, her eyes creeped up and stared at the ceiling. It took a moment for her to realize, and to think, that she had just stayed in the hotel overnight.

The other day that she just went in from the lobby, and into this secluded room.

At the moment, she felt airy, as it was breezy, and against her skin she could feel her pores opening.

It was a pleasant feeling.

Rolling over, she popped one hand out of the blanket and saw the man to be almost awake, as he fluttered his eyes open, and his eyes met hers.

It was blue. A grand blue that she knew and first met at the gates of the ball.
From when she first met the man.

And all hell break loose. Of that that he took her on rides, and things that take her on rides, an adventure, a journey. Something she couldn't explain. Or things that she couldn't dream to imagine. From when she was invited in, and from when she had been with this man ever since. Following him so. She didn't know if she regretted it, or if she was ever thankful that she had met the man.

She looked away, and casted her eyes up at the ceiling before noticing the green eyes that speculated her, and seemed to greet her at the circles of his irises.

She was most annoyed at.

And she heaved out. Mostly forgetting to breath out for a moment there.
And her mind was as stale as a blank, pure paper. She had thought of nothing.

At the moment.

Until Cain broke the silence.

What a killjoy.

"Averithe, do you remember we have to go to my house today, right?"

She didn't know if it was a question or a statement, but all she did say in reply was, "Yes." She said absentmindedly.

She didn't know what haste he was in, speaking in such a way. And she had no idea, nor the insight to meddle in with.

All she knew was when she looked at him, it seemed to be pretty important.

"All right. We'll be heading out in a minute. Go and take a shower." He said.

"You don't tell me what to do." She muttered under her breath which was almost loud as day, as he almost gave an amusing reaction but he didn't nonetheless.

"Unless you want to go out in the open, appearing smelly, and-"

"Okay, okay. I got it. I'm showering into the cabin, geez." She relented.

And she almost missed the smirk on his face when she turned, from the corner of her eye, and her feet was greeted by the freezing basin which she almost hissed at, and she headed to the shower room. Which she was glad, and delighted at the sight. Which she almost forgot, the dainty decoration and the art of which it was built, and made to be some royal treatment for herself- for personal use.

As she turned on the water and seen it to be mild. Plain. Until she decided she wanted a tub bath. At which she clogged the drain and turned on the water until it was warm. And switched it to cold once she deemed it was warm enough.

And that she did, she could enjoy, and relief her time here. A long bath. She wanted it to be a bubble bath.

It wouldn't take long. For sure, her mind promised, -- insisted.

Taking a relaxing bath, and dipping herself back down on the cold ceramic tub with both hands dangling over at the side, while the warm water sinks in back to the upper body of her almost- upper breasts--

"Aren't you done? It's my turn." He yelled, knocked on the door. As the thrumming could be heard onto the ringing vibrations of her eardrums.

"All right, I'll be ready in a minute." She almost yelled, but in a skanky tone she heard, she thought he wouldn't mind. She hoped that he heard her, though. But  it didn't seem to be that loud, hearing it echoing against the room.
It would be fine, right?

As she blanketed herself and dried herself off, before putting on her clothes that she prepared on the hanging racks of metal and seemingly too cold, and freezing to touch.

It was a simple outfit. Simply to duvet herself from the cold. A sweater of an elastic fabric and a greenish blue. Before she zipped up her sweater of her winter clothes. It seemed too much, but it was how she handled the cold.
And her jeans of a trousers she was proud to bring --  skinny jeans.

And she popped the door open to see him standing there, with a towel on one hand and an unreadable expression as he stared at her stone cold.

And she didn't say a thing until he passed by her and locked the door in front of her. With a click.

Rude.

She went and headed over to the bed while she waited for him. And in an attempt to relax herself on the bed.

And after a while, he got out. Daringly with that towel still around his hips as it dangled and moved as he walked. With a slide of a few open drawers here and there as he dressed.

The sound was almost annoying.

She didn't even want to admit how she saw how his chiseled muscles moved as his shoulders moved in motion as he picked his choice of clothing for the day. How his back followed every move of his as he went and opened his drawers and cabinets for his clothes.

And how she did, take a couple few peeks here and there, wondering what was taking him so long to pick just one goddamn outfit. His back was starting to bother her, almost on an extent of reaching in a way too overboard level, as she had nowhere to look but the window which precisely blinded her eyes. And she wondered why the sun was so goddamned shiny in the morning. It was as if the sun was blessing her and him both in a hotel room.

She couldn't complain. He was the one holding all the money and the access to the resources, the things that would allow her to do stuff. And go anywhere, that is. Since she couldn't speak Russian. And her English was just as bad.

She promised.

And she sighed as he heard him slam the board shut. And hoping that that was the last thing that he took and wore through his hands.

She hoped that he wouldn't be sleazy about this. Cheeky little.. man.

She was not the one who came out of the bathroom naked with just a towel on. Naked from the mid-bare, up. And definitely deciding to dress out in the open room, where clearly she had to wait, right at the exact spot.

She herself knew the decency on how to dress, bringing her clothes into the bathroom and wearing them before coming out.

But she wasn't complaining. She could hit the man with her pumps or accidentally step on him if he tried anything crude or ominous. Of course, on the way out or during the walks of relaxing and unintimate subjective moments.

She thought for a moment, and she hoped that he didn't read her mind.

And that he didn't. As he was magically, fully dressed, and spun.

"Let's go. We have a long day ahead of us." He spoke.

To which she nodded, after a short attempt to think it through, and eagerly stood up. Landing her feet on the floor and heading to grab her bag, and everything needed before they left.

And maybe. She could make it out to be not such a long, distressful day after all, as of what he called it. But she could care less if he wanted it that way, or if he chose to stay in a straight road of hateful, strict or stifness that she had observed as he walked beside her.

And she hadn't got a clue of why that was.

As they reached the mid-road, back to the lobby, and out of the hotel they went, taxis lined up and Cain was quick to pick one. One that didn't seem to grand, stood out, or either plain boring.

It was just a normal taxi.

As they got in, Cain spoke in his Russian language that she didn't understand, and off they went.

The ride there wasn't that long, or how she thought it would be during the ride there. It happened to be no more than an hour, as the tires went to a halt, and she slighted jolted forward as the tires screeched. She was shocked to find out that the fare was €30 for such a short ride.

And Cain handed him the money as he did, and Averithe instinctively opened the door to her side, as if expecting a great, grand experience of a place she was about to visit.

But she was wrong.

As she looked in front of her, she was horrified to see, that the house was suprisingly large. Larger than any house she'd seen in her life. That it stretched to the far right of the field. And she was glad to see it end after the three-stacked blocks to the side. It was huge. But seemingly to be a 2-story building.

And she wondered what things that his family kept in there, or things that existed inside the house itself.

She didn't know what to expect.
She thought that he was just going to give her a short tour while he does a short visit of his house, his house a short visit, get some cleaning stuff done, and checking everywhere on sight.

But instead, he looked at her, "Averithe."

"Yes?" He called her. With a formality in his tone that it made her nerves jitter.

"I have to take care of something.. And it's underground, ..as it is." He spoke.

And she didn't know if she was supposed to reply. Or what, exactly.

Until he took her hand by the second, and he practically dragged her towards the house, passed it, and over the backyard. The tiny space of grass and roughly-trimmed, that she observed, and that she was standing over what looked to be wild grass, and seemingly unattended but it didn't look to be that wild of an appearance. And it slightly tickled her calves as she stood, as he held her hand of a tiny-statured body, compared to him, he was pretty huge. She thought.

Cain did know what he was doing. Doing such an action without an explanation to her. But it would all seem too complicated. It would be better if she would see it on her own, with her own two eyes, and it would all be better if it was swiftly done.

It was not like she was complaining at the moment. But he knew how demanding and how domain she could be.

He knew he couldn't drag it on for too long. Keep this up, and he was sure she would run away. And he wouldn't want that. The to-be wife of his. The plans that he planned along the way, from the airport and the way to this house, not including the way into the hotel.

It would seem all to waste if he was to ruin it now. Now of all things.

As he looked back at her, he didn't see a single fracture of worry, or a display of displeasantment. And he was glad. Relieved.

And she was about to question before

he slightly squeezed her hand and didn't seem to relent any time soon. "There is a cave underground that stores all the family's heirlooms. The jewelries, pendants, and mostly charmed pendants that were supposed to be passed down to the generations of the family house." He spoke calmly.

And Averithe did not expect to hear it from him, but again, as she was about to reply, he dragged her along, until he turned around abruptly. "This way." He muttered.

Really turned around.

As he went back into the house from the backdoor.

And she almost sniggered at him to which she held back.

She would not want to deal with him and his consequences. It would probably be the death of her, she knew herself. She would later on have an urge to step on his pretty little toes, or either an accident and get crimson cheeks on both sides of her face, and on the brim of exploding like a fruit. A tomato. And she wouldn't want that. She was sure she would have died if it was her.

As she looked away to hold in a chuckle or a burst of laughter, the grip on him seemed to not be relenting, or seeming to anytime soon, as she felt her hilarious bone dying down and she followed him from a few inches behind him, eventually walking to his side of the spectrum as they went further and further into the house.

Averithe innocently followed him as he kept dragging her hand alongside him.
He walked too fast.

She thought.

But she didn't mind, so long as she could keep up.

She was held hostage. Clearly. The house looked to be clean enough. Maybe someone cleaned it, or he hired it to be cleaned before they arrived.
Surprisingly, it didn't look dusted, or having any clumps on dirt on the floor, and she was amazed.

The living room, looks exemplary, as to be expected. The ceiling had its lighting which looked to be unused for quite a while. And the space would be expected to mere off dust if touched and held onto.

Until they moved into the inner room, which was much larger. Seeming like a mixture of a living room and a dining room. With its large table at the far front, and a sofa at the side.
She did not expect it to be so.. ordinary.
If not including the ten inch chandelier on top of the ceiling and the countless paintings it hung on the wall.

It was pretty much a normal house.

And the amount of furniture that was in looked just quite of the ordinary. The famous, attributes of a large, and a rich house was the golden shades, and the paintings hung on the wall. That looked to be expensive and a professional-made portrait hung, on the right, which looked to be a man, and a woman. Along with a child, a baby boy-

Who she didn't seem to have time as he dragged her away, her legs almost stopping her, but she continued to follow alongside his pace.

As he was still dragging her by the hand, and she was starting to get tired of it until he took a swift turn.

The little huff didn't miss her ears one bit.

Did he forget? The tiny voice in her head spoke and she almost burst into laughter. To which she masked it with a rather large cough, and Cain turned abruptly at her and she saw the displeasing look on his face, to which she glanced away.

And she didn't dare to make a remark on it, or else she would be damned with the presence of this man, with just the two of them at the moment.

And he walked again before taking a direction she didn't know.

And they seemingly were like going down into the basement.

Until the reached the bottom of the stairs, and she was presented with halls that turned abruptly dark, and damp. And she could smell the earth wafting her nose.

She didn't ask a question. She wanted to --  until he dragged her, again. And she was getting tired of it. And she walked swiftly to match his pace and they entered a small field. It was not much than a 3 acre. Just the grass planted, and the walls still covered with the tunnel of what looked like a cave.

Maybe she was in.

And Cain took a last glance at her before he walked forward, stepping, crossing over the grass didn't take long until they reached an oval-like entrance.

A cave.

Is this even real?

And she didn't have time to take it in before he didn't say a word, but seemingly on an edge to enter, and so she pulled her with him, and they entered the grand cave he so spoke about, storing the pendants, and jewelries of his house. The remnants of jewels. She'd hoped she could see some kind of ruby, an expectation that she would see for an experience beyond her imagination.

She didn't say much as they walked along the tunneled cave. What looked like a long entrance, as they walked, until Cain let go of her hand, so suddenly and abruptly, that it shocked her and made her quite sad. It was unbecoming.

As she supressed her emotions, the annoying sensation she felt at almost her funny bone, she continued to walk, now a few inches behind him, as she walked over to the side and pressed her hands against the cold, damp walls of the cave.

It was cool.

It felt right, and soothing to her hand.

She continued to walk.

The soft crunches of the ground and the little particles settled as a sound, accompanying her in her little adventure.

And no more, she was far away ahead of him. None to he realization, he was out of sight. And she was all alone. Just the crunches of her feet kept her company as she walked, treaded rather slowly.

A sense, or more of what the air was, seemed to be attracting her. It was calling her. Yes, a foreign, yet familiar feeling sets within her. As she went deeper, she felt intrigued, and she didn't forget the feeling of the damp, yet dry walls of the cave as she brushed it along her hand.

It was serene. Too serene.

And as she walked, maybe a little too far ahead, and maybe a little too fast for Cain, as he didn't protest a single bit, nor did she hear him say anything as she went to disappear on her own. Perhaps not that far, and in due time she found out that it was not that dark.

The tunnels were, as she walked even further, as she had noticed some sort of glimmer of a lighting, to keep it away from the deadly night. From the inside of the cave itself, and she didn't know what it was. And the surrounding area seemed to give it a natural glow.

Until she walked, and what she saw, seemingly on the ground, she saw something sparkle. She went ahead and approached it, to see that it was a fragment. A single piece of jewel. Or an ornament. Or anything that her head took in, whatever it was, she didn't know. But it looked to be broken. A piece of a single, scattered item that just laid there on the ground.

A spark.

As it gave into her eyes.

Shimmering underneath the dark, gloomy cave, and she crouched down to look at it even further. And it was beautiful. It seemed to give a wink at her. It seemed to shine-  and call on her. Weird.

She felt a pull, as she saw it to be a somewhat an octagon, or a nine-sided item. The pearl, and cream color that it radiated was a charm. It felt alluring. To which she picked it up and held it in her hand. It glowed, gave her so much as a wink, it seemed. And she almost smiled, until she measured, observed the size to be no bigger than the center of her palm.

So small, and tiny.

And it urged her that it seemed to be protesting, against her thought of a statement and it tugged a tiny smile out of her lips.

Until she heard a set of footsteps crunching.

And she stood up abruptly, picking it up, and placing it abruptly in the right hand pocket of her winter clothes abruptly. As she turned around, sideways to see Cain's shadow walking towards her, from the end of the tunnel that he came from, the under-shadows of the tunneling cave, as his crunches of his boots resounded loudly against the cave walls, and through her ears, that she felt her heart pick up.

But she managed to calm down and breathed as she kept her face not contorted, or give away any sort of reaction, and ratherly staring at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, out of question.

"Yes."

She answered, returning a smile.

"Come on, don't get too far." He almost frowned, urged, as he walked beside her, and they walked to the deepest parts of the cave, side by side, almost touching each other at times, but the space managed to give them a bit of a gap apart, and they walked rather uncomfortably as the sounds of the cave was filled by the crunches of the pebbles continuing to give away under their feet.

And of course, Cain's was a little bit louder, she kept in mind.

And as she followed him, truthfully, she really didn't know what to do with it. The lingering gem at her right pocket,
and that it might be her most treasured, discovery yet.


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