Chapter 5 Who is she

Ramsey never brings anyone to this part of the mansion. He tries to stay away, the reason why he hasn't put the mansion up for sale is because he wants it to remain in the family. Also, Mrs Benedict won't let him. When he had guests, which were mostly his sex companions, he took them to his quarters. Why he had brought Helen here buffs Mrs. Benedict, as she observed her with pity. If she was one of his playthings for sex. Why bring her here?

Helen too looked at Mrs Benedict, anxious for her to explain why she thinks the demon brought her to his mother's room. So he had a mother. Who births and raises a demon like him? She should be ashamed to call him son.

"If he wants to be here, in this very room. It means you are special" Mrs Benedict smiled as she explained to Helen.

What makes her special? What's so special about being kidnapped and imprisoned? What's special in not knowing why? Helen wanted to scream out all these questions to Mrs. Benedict. But she couldn't, she was too tired from the party and from the uproar of being adopted from your home on your birthday. Instead she just looked at the old woman who had a round lovable face, shrinking from old age yet beautiful, shook her head and let her tears flow.

"It's okay, you will be safe here" Mrs Benedict held and consoled her as she cried.

"I don't want to be her, please" Putting her hands together Helen begged her.

"Is alright, I won't let him hurt you. I can promise that" Mrs Benedict promised not sure why she did but she felt the need to. Poor child she must be terrified. Ramsey Phil, what have you done?

"Stop crying please, please, I promise I won't let him hurt you" Helen heard sincerity in Mrs Benedict's words and in the look in her eyes. She feels her promises are genuine, but those are not what she wants. All she wants right now is to be out of this place and back in a girly room.

"Do you want anything?" Mrs Benedict asked, after allowing her to cry it out for a while.

"No" Helen declined almost immediately, she wanted nothing but freedom from them.

"Okay, but if you do, just dial 1-6 on the House telephone, and someone will come to tend to you"

Helen just looked in the direction of the telephone she pointed and said nothing.

"I will be back" Mrs Benedict informed her, she had to go ask that little rascal what's the meaning of all this.

"Can I speak to my father?" Helen asked and Mrs. Benedict turned to leave.

"I will get back to you on that" she answered thinking fast, not wanting to make a promise she can't keep.

As expected, Raymond was outside by the door when Mrs Benedict came out.

"You are still here?"

"Yes making sure, she doesn't try to escape again" Raymond answered

"Escape?"

"Yes, ma'am she tried early"

"Is she one of his bed pleasures?" Mrs Benedict asked, she knows Ramsey never dates, or keeps a relationship with women. He has fleets of women he pays to satisfy that part of his life. He objectifies women for sex. He believes with the right amount he can get whatever woman wants, in shape, size and race. For a boy born into love, raised by parents who were so in love, and a father who treated his mother with so much respect, Mrs Benedict can't help but wonder how Ramsey turned out like this. The accident did most of it, but the boy has some share of how he decided to live his life. She tried to make him a better person. She tried, especially on the way he treated women. She wanted him to have a family, if not for anything, to keep the Phil line going. But the boy was stubborn and never for once agreed to consider her opinion.

"I can't say for now," Raymond answered. Knowing his boss, Helen might end up being just for sex, and the whole drama of making her his wife would end up as a joke. For a Mafia like Ramsey marriage and family is far from him. Raymond couldn't picture Ramsey as someone who could keep the rules of marriage, he is aware of some of his unruly sexual acts, and he doubts Ramsey was willing to let go.

She can't be one of his playthings. He wouldn't bring his whores to his mother's room, besides that girl is too young and little for the kind of girls that jump in and out of his bed.

Everything about her is different, she thought as she walked to the Master of Mischief's quarters to get an explanation.

Ramsey was on the phone in his office, when Mrs Benedict walked in with a tray of his favorite homemade apple juice. He has loved it since when he was a kid. It was part of the reason he fell in love with Mrs Benedict.

She dropped the tray on the desk in front of him. She thought it wise to bring him some when she was coming, it would be a good bribe to get him to say all she needed to hear.

"I wake him up, I don't care. I need those papers tonight" Mrs Benedict, heard Ramsey ordered on the phone. The boy never asks, being polite is not his thing. He commands and people obey.

"Then if you can't wake him up, get another judge. I need those papers tonight" he declared as Mrs Benedict stood waiting patiently for him to finish.

"Good. Don't keep me waiting" he said and hung up.

Reaching for the glass of Apple juice, he drunk to cool his hurting throat and wished people would just do as they are fucking told.

"Thanks, Lolly" he was grateful to the only person who understood him.

"Your apple juice tastes better every time" he smiled at her. He was handsome, he was the male form of his mother. She was beautiful. As he smiled she could see his mother in him. How can someone this handsome have so many bad sides? We all have our bad sides but Ramsey has got a lot.

"You always say that, after every drink" she replied.

He smiled.

"Why are you still up?" he asked because it was almost midnight.

"You had quite and entrance"

He rolled his eyes.

"She was just being dramatic," he said.

"Who is she and why is she here?"

"She is going to be my wife"