The Accidental Slave (Aya's story Part 1) (19 page)

“No, just the money you paid him. I’m thinking
the rest must be in his room,” Aya answered quietly.

Kato followed her eyes to Jonul’s bedroom door
and frowned. “Then why didn’t you search his room?”

“Because the room terrifies me,” she said
honestly.

“Don’t worry, I can do it myself,” Kato assured
her.

Aya got up. “No, we’ll do it together.” For the
last few hours she had thought about it. She wanted to confront her
fears. She needed to, if she was ever going to heal completely. It
was like that doctor from the camp had said. Freedom is a state of
mind. And that room still had part of her imprisoned with memories
of what took place on her first day here. She needed to go back and
claim her freedom.

Kato nodded and entered first. She followed him
slowly. He went for the closet and started going through Jonul’s
clothes.

Aya stood stiff as a board and looked around the
room. The bed was gone. All there was left was the closet and the
nightstand. The walls had been washed – she could see the marks –
but the floor was left with the large stain where the former slave
had bled to death and the ropes Jonul had used to tie Aya with. The
smell in the room was disgusting. It reeked of Jonul and his acidic
sweat and urine… Aya felt nauseated but tried to focus on her
breathing and calm herself down.
It’s just a room. It has no
power over me… Jonul has no power over me.

”Are you okay?” Kato put his hand on her
shoulder. She nodded, but she could see that she didn’t fool him.
“Let’s get this over with quickly,” he said and in a swift movement
he lifted the night table to look underneath. There was no money
hidden there either, and Kato made a frustrated sigh.

“How about up there?” Aya pointed to the top of
the closet. Her mind had finally got past her fear and she could
breathe normally again. Kato’s presence was soothing because
clearly nothing scared him in here. When they first walked into the
room the images of Jonul had come back but with Kato in front of
her, Aya’s mind had skipped to the part where Kato freed her and
respectfully turned his back to her, offering her privacy. That was
the only mental image she wanted to take with her from this
room.

Kato nodded. “Let’s check.” The closet was too
high for either of them to be able to see the top. “Do you want to
climb on my shoulders or should I just lift you up?” Kato
asked.

“Whatever works for you… let’s just find the
money and get out of this place,” she said determinedly.

Kato pulled her close and turned her around so
she was facing the closet. She could feel his body brush against
hers, and then he squatted down and lifted her onto his right
shoulder. With her new height she quickly spotted a box on top of
the closet. Aya picked up the box and handed it down to him. Kato
grabbed it and let it fall to the floor so he could focus on
helping her down. She steadied herself with a hand on his other
shoulder, and instead of squatting down, Kato reached up his arms
and with a firm grip on her hips he guided her around so she slowly
slid down the length of his body, facing him. It was an intense
feeling of closeness that gave her a rush of butterflies bashing
their wings and creating a whirlwind in her belly. She closed her
arms around Kato’s neck and hugged him tight. “I’ve got you,” he
whispered and kissed her nose as he sat her gently on the
floor.

In a swift movement Kato picked up the box and
lead Aya back into the living room where he opened the box and
pulled out four stacks of banknotes.

Aya moved nervously. “Is it enough?”

He counted and shook his head. “I’m not sure,
but it will have to do.”

“When are we leaving?” Aya asked
impatiently.

Kato looked up at her with fire burning in his
beautiful amber eyes.

”We leave now!”

To be continued in the Accidental Slave
– Part 2

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