Chapter five

Tristan pov

I stood by my office window, a storm brewing inside me. My fingers tapping on the desk , as I replayed thoughts of her. My mind raced with thoughts of punishment for that girl. She haunted my thoughts in the most annoying way. How dare she make me feel these strange things whenever she was near?

She was so small and fragile. I could snap her like a twig with just one finger. Yet, she stirred feelings I couldn't shake. Frustrated by her presence. I raked my hand through my hair , irritation bubbling up within me. As I pondered her punishment, a wicked smile crept across my face when An idea flickered .

What if I used her feelings against her? I would use her to satisfy my own desires. Once I am done with her, I'd toss her aside. Wasn't that the way of things? Use and dispose. I planned to manipulate her into marrying me. I needed to please my mother. Maybe then I could find some peace. After that, I would discard her, just like all the rest.

Lost in this thought, I relished my plan. Suddenly, the door swung open, Elijah burst into my office as if he had a death wish.

"Elijah! Do you want to break my door?" I snapped, irritation flooding my voice.

He looked flustered. "The girl you wanted in the crypt room has fainted. She's been out for two days and shows no signs of waking up."

"Why are you telling me this now?" I shot back, my temper flaring. I stormed out of my office without waiting for a reply, heading straight to the emergency room.

In the basement, several areas with various activities . One section served as the emergency room, where the injured received urgent care. I had hired not only the best but also the most skilled personnel and experience.

As I stepped inside, frustration boiled over. I shouted at the doctors, "How could you not wake her up?!" I could see their fear in their eyes; they stumbled over their words, trying to explain.

But I cut them off. "I don't fucking want to hear  any excuses. Just fucking wake her up!" The tension in the room was palpable.

We suddenly heard the machine beeping loudly . The beeping cut through the air, sharp and alarming. It was the device connected to the girl's body. Panic set in. We rushed to see what was wrong.

She was drenched in sweat, shaking uncontrollably on the bed. It looked like she was tangled in a nightmare and trying to escape . A doctor pressed a hand  firmly on her chest, trying to calm her racing breath. Another focused on the machine, adjusting knobs and watching closely.

After an intense hour, the girl finally opened her eyes. She was soaked in sweat, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry," she kept repeating. But who was she apologizing to?

A doctor injected her with something, and slowly, stability returned. She seemed to regain her senses. I couldn't shake the thought. Maybe putting her in that cryptic room wasn't the best idea.

One of the doctors turned to me and explained  . "She's suffering from a trauma. That's why she reacted like that." they gathered their things , With that, they all left, leaving just me and the girl in the room. I watched her breathing steady, a mix of relief and concern in my chest.

I inched closer to her. The tension was thick. She dropped to her knees on the bed, drip in her hand . Tears streamed down her face. "Please, I'll do anything. Don't make me go back to that room."

Her desperation hit me. I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. "If you want to avoid that place," I said, "you'll have to choose: marry me or stay here."

She stayed silent for a moment, processing my words. I pressed on, "If you don't choose, it means going back there."

Instantly, fear flashed in her eyes. A fresh wave of Tears welled up again and spilled down her cheeks. . "I'll marry you! Please Just don't send me back!"

I looked deep into her tear-filled eyes . I saw the fear. It thrilled me.

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After that frightening man with an icy stare and unyielding face had walked out, silence swallowed the room. A wave of despair crashed over me . I let the tears flow. Why is my life like this? Am I just born to endure suffering in this cruel world? I wanted just a taste of happiness, a flicker of joy. Was that too much to ask?

Every single day was a battle against pain. I can't fathom Why I was trapped here ?enduring this torment and suffering . His words echoed in my mind: marry him or return to that dreadful, dark room.

At just 20 years old, I thought marriage meant to be about love, not chains. But why was mine so twisted . Why was I going to be shackled to someone who would only add to my agony? Another layer of pain, another cycle of misery.

"Why?" I cried harder, each sob a plea for even a hint of joy. Was wishing for a little happiness really too much to ask? I couldn't stop. The weight of my despair pressed down heavily as I longed for a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow.

 

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I plopped down into my office chair, lost in a whirlwind of emotions , and confusion swirling inside me. Contentment? That's what I should feel. Yet, here I was, battling strange emotions. I barely recognized , especially for that girl. Pity? It felt foreign to me. I've only ever felt that for my family. Watching other people's misfortunes usually brings me a twisted kind of joy.

Frustration bubbled up inside me. I slammed my fist onto the table, the noise echoing my irritation. Why was she stirring these feelings in me? Why? A wave of regret washed over me, I shouldn't have made that decision, i shouldn't have given her those choices .

Should I just end it? wipe her off the face of the earth to rid myself of these nonsense and ridiculous feelings ?

Thoughts raced through my mind. Maybe I could just drag her back to that dreaded room. Or maybe I could have Elijah toss her in with the others facing punishment for their father's sins .

In a fit, I struck the desk again, harder this time . Pain shot through my hand. A small trail of blood appeared, matching the chaos in my mind. Why was this happening to me?