EricaIt was a slow process, me waking up. At first I felt like there was a heavy weight on my chest pressing me down, my heartbeat was fast and my body was covered in cold sweat, usually I wake up like this when I startle awake from a nightmare but this time I didn’t remember having a nightmare instead it felt like I was in a cold slumber and just woke up.I didn’t know how long I had been asleep but even as I started to come back into consciousness my limbs were heavy, my mouth felt dry and my lips were cracked, and most of the disturbing was that my surroundings were dark which made panic rush into my veins. But then my eyes caught in the beam of light that was coming from the door frame.
EricaI asked, “Why are you doing this?”I didn’t think he would answer me. But he surprised me as he replied, “Because I didn’t like how you talked to me. No one talks to me like that without facing consequences. I gave you a choice, you decided to pick the one that put you against me.”His words were like sharp little jabs at my heart. If my father was here he would say, ‘How many times have I told you to keep your mouth shut? Now you have to suffer for it. That’s what you deserve.’ I swallowed through my darkness and gritted out, “You gave me a choice to be your whore!"“And now you are. Against your wishes, I might add. Bought and paid for. One would think you should have chosen corre
Erica“Should I check?”I swallowed and looked back at him without any expression on my face and without letting him see what I was feeling inside. I knew what he was seeing. A girl with emotionless eyes and thin lips and a proud set of my features. And like everyone he would think that I was too full of myself. I didn’t mind it, I didn’t care as long as all the boxes were closed and the organ beating in my chest wouldn’t get affected and my eyes wouldn’t show it.His brows arched up on his forehead and he sat back on his seat. After a moment, he gestured at the box on the table and said, “Open it.”Taking a deep breath I turned to the table, bent down and flippe
EricaIt was a dark hallway that ended after ten feet and finally I was able to take in a shaky breath because unlike that dark entrance and creepy hallway, here it was open and bright. So not a dark cave literally, like I had feared.The insides were no hardwood floor or not even an Italian marble which I might’ve expected, it was a grey floor and bare stoned walls. And even though there were lit scones on the wall, there were also candelabras like I was in some sort of historical or gothic novel. Mario, the old man that was probably the caretaker of this old castle, walked ahead of me as I took in my surroundings.For a moment, I forgot everything as I took in my surroundings as I needed to know everything I could of this place if I was going to turn his game around on him. We ascended the stairs and Mario turned to the
EricaMario returned a few hours later carrying a bowl of cut fruits in a tray. He sat the bowl on the scarred wooden corner near my bed and proceeded to leave. I stopped him and asked, “Am I allowed to leave the room?”“Of course. There are no such orders against that.” He answered.He was infuriating in his calmness, just like his fûcking master. But I managed to pull my voice down to a normal level, enough to ask, “How long have you worked for him?”“Long enough.”I heard his silent words that said he wouldn’t be betraying his master for me. But still, I asked, &l
EricaAfter a few minutes of tense silence a door opened somewhere, I curled my fingers into fists as I sat there and closed my eyes when footsteps neared. They paused. Silverware clinked and several thumps sounded as things were put down on the table. “Leave.” I heard the arsehole say. Footsteps faded away and then his voice dropped, no longer frosty as he said, “Open your eyes, Erica.”I did. The room was empty except him and me. Ephraim was no longer sitting in front of me and there was no plate setting for him either. But I refused to look at my kidnapper as I stared ahead at Ephraim’s empty seat.I heard Antonio as he ordered, “Look at me.”
AntonioAlexithymia, a disorder that indicated the lack of ability to feel and express emotions and empathize with others. Many doctors in my childhood came up with that term when my father realized that his tyranny wasn’t affecting me and he sought out professional help that why his son wasn’t afraid of him like everyone around him.He was told that I was an unfeeling child. A mental disorder that allowed me to be cut out from the emotions everyone else around me felt. But there was one person I could never not feel emotions for. My twin sister. Whereas I was an unfeeling, cold bastard, my beautiful twin sister was overly emotional even when it came to our parents— our selfish mother and our abusive father. She was everything I wasn’t. Beautiful. Warm. With a heart of gold a
EricaI ran out of the dining hall, uncaring of the fact that I was nakèd and anyone could see me. All I wanted was to get away from him and the dark shadowed demons of my childhood.I burst into the room I had spent my day in and made my way straight to the bathroom. I wasn’t in any condition to think that how this old, dark castle had a shower installed in it as I turned it on and sat down on the cold unforgiving floor.My nails dug into my wrist as I counted in my mind, desperate to detach myself from the painful horrible memories. I didn’t know for how long I sat there under the cold water but it was enough that I started to feel numb. My mind was trying to pull out the memories that would make me feel a sliver of warmth in the cold dark desolate place I had