chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

Tasha’s POV 

 

My stomach dropped as I heard footsteps approaching. There was something about them that made me so scared and I hid the books under my pillow.

The door swung open and I could see that there was something wrong. Ever since the days I had seen his face, I never turned off the light.

I could see that there was anger in his eyes from the way he looked at me and frowned. I watched as his hands moved to the front of his trousers to undo his belt and I knew what followed.

my body no longer has the reaction it used to when he was around me. I no longer trembled, no longer avoided his eyes, no longer longed for breath.

After all, what was the worst he could do to me aside from death? I slowly removed my gown and lay on the bed. The ceiling had become my favorite attraction every time he was on top of me.

He got on the bed and pulled my legs open. He hated how I was looking away from him. It was like I found him hideous.

“Look at me." He ordered.

I didn't respond because the last thing I wanted to do was look at the face of a man who enjoyed raping my like it was nothing so I kept looking forward.

 He found me stubborn and unwilling to do as I was told so he raised his hand and slammed it against my cheek. I was surprised at the slap not just because it hurt but also because it was unexpected.

“Why did you…?” I spluttered, unable to continue my statement.

“When I instruct you to do something, you do it without complaining!” he grunted in dissatisfaction.

I slowly turned my face to look at him as I could feel a lump growing in my throat.

He lined his shaft up with my entrance but couldn't get in because of how dry and unaroused I was.

“It's because you find me repulsive. You find me irritated that your body will not respond to me. Before this curse, I would have gotten you into bed over and over again and you would have been begging for it." he growled, lowering his gaze.

It just proved him right. Honestly, it proved what he thought was right. He believed women were worthless, classless creatures who truly had no feelings for anyone except themselves.

This had been because of the several women that bedded back in the day. It has been so easy for him that he thought that maybe he may have a super power. For some of the women, it didn't take up to ten minutes to get them in his bed.

They showered him with love, care and affection during those times and he felt like a king.

Now, all that had gone down the drain just because of his looks. He hated women and he didn't trust any one of them. He didn't believe that they should be cared for. He didn't believe in true love.

So he didn't see why he should treat me with gentility. I was just like any other woman. I would not have married him or even looked twice at him if my father had not proposed marriage in a bid to help him bear kids to carry on his name.

He pushed his finger into my pussy and began fingering me, trying to get me wet. I was very unresponsive as I didn't find this situation arousing.

Well or not, Arturo slammed into me after some minutes and began sliding in and out. I just lay there with tears filling my eyes and a million thoughts in my mind.

Arturo pumped in and out of my pussy with his hard dick expressing no care for me at all. I wondered how he could enjoy this knowing fully well that the second party wasn't interested in it.

His large hand squeezed my breast harshly and his nails dug into my skin. I hissed in pain but couldn't push his hands away due to fear of what he may do.

He was angry by the way I just laid, not looking at him and not reacting, it pissed him off the most. He needed something, anything.

“Tell me how much you're enjoying this." he whispered with a hoarse voice.

If I could scoff, I would have but he would just take that as a sign of disrespect.

“I enjoy it." That was the best I could come up with. And it came out too cold.

Arturo frowned and grabbed my face. He squeezed my cheeks and pulled my face to look at him.

“Look at me and tell me how much you enjoy this! I know you're pretending. I can see it in your eyes, the way you like how I touch you, the way you want to moan and scream but you're just being stubborn." He spat at my face in annoyance.

If that was the case. It would mean that at least I felt something.

“I enjoy it." I repeated. That was all I could do. I didn't know how to pretend or act like I was enjoying this.

The fact that he had the audacity to be over me and tell me to “enjoy this" was really insulting. I never thought I'd be forced to enjoy sex.

Arturo had been my first so I didn't exactly know what it was supposed to feel like. It was very obvious that he was going to be my last.

So far I hated sex and every emotion that came with it because if it was this dirty and disgusting, I didn't want it. It wasn't what my friends had told me.

I could still remember the way my best friend Hannah had come home feeling ecstatic that day. Hannah was glowing and full of smiles.

“I did it with Justin last night and it was amazing. It felt so good."

 

“Tell me more." I had been eager to hear about it so I would know what to expect when it was my turn.

“It was a little painful at first but when we got past that, we couldn't stop. He was so good and I felt like I was over the moon.”

I had felt the pain, alright. But anything aside from that, I hadn't felt. Was having emotions part of it?

 “As of today, no one is allowed to see her. Make sure you starve her enough until her senses return.” That was Arturo’s last word as I heard a departing footstep.

Seriously? Because I didn’t do as he wanted, he had to take things his own way. I didn't care much about his subjection because I was slowly getting used to it.

I sighed and stood up from the bed as I went further to the window. That has always been my solace, especially the cool breeze that constantly flushed on my face.

“Hey! Come over here.” I heard a feminine voice and rustle at the corner of my window. I wanted to turn but at the sight of red and white; I knew it was the servants. They gathered in their numbers at the corner of my window.

“What is it again, do better have something serious to tell us?” they charged the first servant that called them.

“I never say nonsense, you know that.” I listened.

The conversation seemed to be important and would be a useful method to drive my boredom away.

“It’s Lord Arturo.” all my hormones rose at the hearing of his name.

Finally I was beginning to have chances of redeeming myself, even his vulnerability would help me at this moment.

“I heard from the elders that he is thinking of taking in another wife.”

“What?!” the other servants almost gasped and for some reason it felt like thousands of bullets pierced right into my heart, and it hurt deeply.

“Why was I feeling this way?” I muttered as I clenched my chest with my hand.

“How is that even possible? Isn’t.. Lady Tanya, his wife?” the other maids were not convinced.

“I don't know the full details just yet but I think she isn't satisfying him properly in bed. He even asked the kitchen to starve her for two weeks!”

The servants exclaimed in shock.

“What would become of her? You should try to verify this gist before passing it to us, remember how Sarah lost her head because of your false rumor.” one of the servants complained.

“Wait, hope you all won’t report me, otherwise I will stop passing updates.”

The servants ran away as soon as they heard a masculine voice shouting at them. Just when I was about to shut the window, a bird dropped a parcel in my room and flew away.

“What…?” I picked up the parcel and fell shut when I saw my father’s name on it.

“I’m not expecting this from him.” I wondered as I took a last look around the backyard before shutting the window.

My hands were trembling even when I hadn't seen the content. I was afraid of every pressure that came from his words. His amount of impatience was already keeping me in a tight spot.

Finally, I was able to gather my lost courage and opened the parcel.

“If you can’t kill him, die with him.” I froze at a spot as the parcel fell from my hand.

Was the letter really from my father? My eyes did all the talking while I stammered uncontrollably.