Rain fell in a melancholic symphony, each droplet a reflection of the shattered emotions within Aris’s heart. The dimly lit room seemed to echo his desolation, the flickering candlelight casting elongated shadows that danced on the walls. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of dampness.
Emma stood before him, her eyes once warm pools of affection now glacial and distant. Her once enticing smile had turned into a cruel curve of indifference. The words she spoke cut through the air like a sharp blade, leaving wounds that ran deeper than any physical injury.
"You were nothing more than a pawn, Aris," her voice dripped with venom, each syllable laced with the disdain she now held for him. "I played with your emotions, danced upon the strings of your heart, all at my father's behest because we want revenge."
Aris heart raced, each word striking him like a sledgehammer. He had loved her with a depth he hadn't known was possible. She was his confidante, and the love of his life. Or so he had believed.
"You can't be serious," he whispered, his voice trembling as he tried to make sense of the nightmare that was unfolding before him. "This can't be true, Emma."
She let out a humorless laugh, the sound grating against his ears. "Oh, but it is, Aris. You were a means to an end, a game to entertain my father's twisted desires for power and control."
Tears welled up in Aris’s eyes, a mixture of heartache and disbelief. The room seemed to spin around him, his once solid ground now crumbling beneath his feet. "No, Emma, you can't have been faking all this time. The moments we shared, the love we made…"
"Nothing but a facade," she interrupted coldly. "I'm done with it now. I've completed my task."
Aris fell to his knees, his chest constricting as if an invisible hand was squeezing the life out of him. "Please, Emma, don't do this. I love you. I need you. Don't leave me like this."
She looked down at him, her gaze devoid of any compassion. "Love is a weakness, Aris. It's a chain that binds you. I'm breaking free."
As she turned to leave, Aris desperation overcame him. He lunged forward, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. "I won't let you go. I won't let our love be reduced to ashes."
In a swift motion, Emma pulled her wrist free, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and impatience. "You still don't understand, do you? There was no 'our love.' It was a game, a mere illusion that you fell for."
The truth hit him like a tidal wave, drowning him in a sea of anguish. She looked at his face and left without caring.
He sat there, trapped in a nightmarish dream, a cold sweat clinging to his brow. His mind was ensnared by something horrible and haunting. Every detail of the nightmare felt too real, as if he were living through a nightmare he couldn't escape.
But then, with a sudden start, his eyes snapped open. In that moment, a profound sense of relief washed over him like a cleansing tide. The horrors of the dream instantly dissipated, retreating into the recesses of his subconscious. He took a deep breath, his racing heart slowly steadying, grateful that the waking world had rescued him from the clutches of his own terrifying imagination.
Emma’s P.O.V.
He left me there, naked and clamped my body exposed and vulnerable. The cold, dimly lit room terrified me; when I struggled against restraints, the metal biting into my wrists. The minutes stretched into hours, each passing moment filled with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Where I was now? Where was my savior, my father? I did all this for him, I deceived Aris, let him suffer but now I was suffering. My brea*ts were sore like hell.
After what felt like an eternity, the heavy door creaked open once again, revealing his imposing figure. He entered the room, his eyes fixed on me, a mix of dominance and control emanating from his every move. His presence alone sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of my helpless state. Today I was afraid of his next move. For the first time, I experienced this.
He approached me slowly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His intention was clear - to punish me and assert his authority. With each step, he exuded power, his confidence unwavering. I looked straight into his eyes.
He strode forward and grabbed me by the face, his grip like iron.
“Don’t you know when master enters what should a slave to do?” He demanded an answer. I could see the rage in his eyes and I felt my own anger rising. As he tightened his grip, I spat in his face. This was sudden and unintentionally. His color changed in rage.
I knew I did a mistake, a horrible mistake.
"Tell me to throw you down from here. So that our lives will be freed from our daily suffering.""Please!! Seeing him leaning on her, she begged in a very low voice. Flames were coming out of her eyes due to the movement she had made some time ago."No, you don't like to die. To blackmail with a knife on the wrist. So today I will end this story. There will be no bamboo, no flute will play. He will lower his existence further. Leaning to the side and speaking in the way he said, he narrowed his eyes and stared at him with angry eyes. Seeing the depth below, he felt fear. While the expression of the other's eyes was hard."Please!! Don't do it. I'm afraid.""Why are you afraid now? You never felt it before. Dying is one of your favorite things. Die if someone scolds you. Die if someone says something wrong. Death is the only solution to every problem. "Isn't it?" He was looking more serious than necessary."I didn't kill him. Please believe me." Finally, she lost control and burst into
Warning !!!Mature content (18+)The story contains scenes of abuse, B***M, s*x and extreme bullying. -“I said to you but you didn’t listen to me. She was not a good girl. Look what she did to you.” Eric, his friend, said to him, who was sitting with a stony expression.He had just been released from the imprisonment of the Mafia after four months, in which the biggest hand was that of his friend. These four months were like a nightmare in which he suffered a lot of torture, humiliation and pain and the cause was the only one that was the most important in his life. He left everything for her but she betrayed him.Why? What he did badly to her? Why did she do it? These were the words that he had thought four thousand times in four months, but the answer was nowhere to be found.“I'm ready to work for the mafia.” He said, his voice was very harsh. Eric looked at him in shock. His eyes were dangerous.“But didn’t you hate the Mafia and all that??” Eric asked, looking at his bruised fa
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Emma felt something niggling in her stomach when she woke up from her drug-induced sleep. She automatically tried to move to relieve the pressure, but for some reason that is still a mystery, her limbs did not comply with the commands from her confused brain. She fought feebly for a while, but after her mind had cleared, she finally realized the full horror of her situation.Her limbs were unable to respond, so they did not. She was made aware that she was a captive when a rough rope bit into the tender flesh of her wrists.The cell she'd been thrown into was as cold as the interrogation room and nowhere near as comfortable. She was left with nothing but a bare floor, cold walls, a wooden chair, and her crazed mind. There would have been no sound if it hadn't been for the water dripping somewhere nearby, a silence so deep as to drive one insane.She didn’t know Lord Aris. She never met him. She heard that he was a cruel Mafia Lord. He was phenomenally rich, extremely powerful and repu
The night was getting dark. Today I took my first step towards revenge. She became my slave. I should have calmed down, but no, I was still restless. I wanted her to beg me, cry and scream, but she did none of that. That’s what was burning me up. I was very angry at her so I got up from there. If I stayed there for a moment, I would have killed her and I did not want that. I want to torment her every now and then. I have been eagerly waiting for this moment. I wanted to enjoy her longing, I don’t want to give her such an easy death.I rested my head on the back of the couch, taking a deep puff. There was a dim light in my luxurious and spacious play-room. In the third hour of the cold night, as much noise was in the quiet atmosphere of the city, many times more noise was spread throughout my being. The panic started to increase so much that I picked up the blue label from the table and poured it into the glass, then put the glass into my mouth and poured it into my throat. Even the ha
The door of the elevator opened and a man dressed in black came out taking a strong step. A cigar was burning on the finger of his left hand, from which dim smoke was rising.There was a big room in front of the elevator where he was heading. No one could see inside the glass wall. But he knew she was inside.He unlocked the door with the help of his fingerprint, slid the glass door open, and stepped inside.In the cold room, Emma sat on the floor. The interior was dark. In front of the glass wall, she was sitting, leaning against it. The moment black shiny boots stooped near her, her jaw dropped in shock.After standing up so quickly, she became dizzy from getting up all at once.Despite her falling, he did not assist her. After barely stopping herself from falling, she glanced at his face. Aris stared at her with deep eyes.Yes. Looking at that face, he realized how painful it would be to give it a death. He was deciding when to kill her. He was thinking about how to get rid of her.
Emma’s P.O.V.I was still, looking at the door from where he has left.“Train this girl. She will serve me from now on. Train her in every aspect." His sentence was echoing around me. His disgusting words were humiliating me.Was he Aris? Was he really Aris?I put hands on my face and fell on the ground. I was crying, 'going through the excruciating stage of breaking down'. I remained as hard as a rock even on the biggest issue and never let a tear fall from eyes in front of anyone. I never felt weak in front of anyone. Everyone knew that this arrogant torch with a high nose can never cry, but today it is known that I have been dying drop by drop by his words.How much contrast is there in the outward appearance of the person 'with whom I was living'. I loved Robin but he betrayed me. Who do I complain to? From this monster, who had expressed his dirty thoughts many times? I was helpless. There was no one to trust. Love was unspoken but never ignorant.There was no winding up. There w