LOGINAlexander had lost all his trust in her following her deception from the previous day. Her wrists and legs were shackled so tightly she couldn't move them even a fraction. She lay on the comfortable bed with a blanket pulled over her, her sore eyes sealed to the ceiling. It looked as though she did not have anything else to focus on. She had attempted to free herself from the heavy shackles that bound her arms and legs, but it only resulted in more agony. Her hands were completely immobile because of the excruciating pain.Alexander was seated in a leather chair next to the bed in his dark lair. He was dressed in his typical cold attire and held a cigarette loosely between his index and middle fingers. His gaze was firmly fixed on Emma, who gave absolutely no response to his intense stare. He placed the poison-filled paper between his lips and took one last, long puff as the cigarette reached its end. As he exhaled, the toxic smoke filled the room with a thick, acrid stench.He stood u
EmmaNinety-six hours and fifty minutes had passed. Emma was locked up in that same bedroom belonging to her captor. Her eyes were fixed on a certain spot on the white ceiling. They were dull, as if they belonged to a dead person. Dull and lifeless. They shed no more tears; they had dried up, and the traces of them were now parched on her cheeks.She was no longer wearing the same clothes. Instead, she was in a simple white knee-high dress and matching undergarments. Her arms were sore. She pulled against the ropes fastened to her wrists and almost screamed in pain. She had been in that position for two days straight. Her wrists felt like they were on fire, and her arms had gone numb from the pain. She tried to scream, but it was interrupted by the thick cloth tied over her mouth. The material muffled her agonized screams and painful whimpers.The bedroom was not soundproof, so the maids and the guards could hear her cries, but Alexander had warned them not to untie her or let her out
Emma read his handwriting, her entire body shivering so violently she couldn't stop shaking her head.This can't be happening! He can't be in love with me.She kept frantically chanting the denial inside her head. It was completely unbelievable, but unfortunately, it was true. Her legs went completely limp, and she fell heavily onto the leather sofa with a loud thud. She honestly didn't think she could be any more unfortunate, but she was wrong. He was deeply obsessed with her—another massive reason why it would be almost impossible for her to escape. It was already difficult enough with his heavily guarded house and his vicious, watchful eyes that never left her alone for a single moment. She squeezed her eyes shut for the hundredth time that hour, letting hot tears of pure sorrow and deep angst drop from her lashes.Across the massive room, Alexander's eyes opened slightly. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he wondered where the sudden thudding sound had come from. He squinted his eyes
Before she could even comprehend what was happening, she was thrown inside the bedroom and heard the heavy door being locked behind her. Emma gulped, swallowing the thick fear rising in her throat. She was absolutely terrified to look behind her because she knew he was there. He was standing right behind her.She knew the exact moment she turned around, his cold eyes would confront hers. The fear would be so intense that she wouldn't be able to move a single muscle. She would desperately want to run for the door, but it was locked. She would only be thrown inside again by the Devil, who was ready to assault her anytime he desired.So, she didn't turn around. She didn't look behind her; instead, she stared blankly out the large window right beside the bed. The bedroom was astonishing. It was massive—more than five hundred square feet—and by far the biggest bedroom she had ever laid eyes on. The sheets were a pristine navy blue and white, a heavy blanket lying peacefully on top, and two
Her bruised bottom lip quivered in both sheer physical pain and the freezing cold atmosphere. She wasn't wearing any warm clothes, nor had she been allowed to bring any warm clothes with her. It was not cold outside, but the specific place she was trapped in was freezing. She was still wearing the same damp red top from earlier.She was sitting on the cold, hard concrete floor of the darkened room. Her bare bottom half pressed against the freezing floor, which only made her shiver even more violently. She scrunched her eyes tightly and tried desperately to figure out where she was. But there was little to no light in the entire room. Her heart was beating so incredibly fast that she felt as if the thudding could be heard by anyone if they were standing nearby. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single soul in there with her.She was never a people person. Her shy, introverted, and timorous nature had always been a massive hindrance in any communication she had ever tried to initiate. But at
29th October 2000It was one of the darkest nights. He was in his room, curled up tightly in a ball while lying on his massive bed. Heavy beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, soaking into his expensive bedsheets. His small body quivered violently, and he found it incredibly difficult to even open his eyes. He gasped desperately for air.Another nightmare had violently broken his anarchical repose. The steady ticking of the wall clock stopped, replaced in his mind by the deafening sound of an echoing tintinnabulation. Alexander's eyes finally snapped wide open when he heard the real, physical ding of the clock bell striking the hour. His room was completely encompassed by thick darkness.But that was exactly how he liked it. He liked being in the dark, because the tenebrosity was the only thing that could truly perceive him, the only thing that was parallel to him. He was no more than seven years old, but he already deeply understood the clandestine nature of the darkness.Ton
Alexander He drank the entire glass of vodka in a few gulps, savoring the burning sensation as it passed down his throat, bringing serenity to his body and mind. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them to see the brunette beside him, her fingers roving around his chest and her tongu
EmmaEmma had arrived in her room. She exhaled hard and closed the door behind her. She was bowled over. She could not believe it had happened again, and she was at a loss for what to do.Should I leave the job? But if I do how would aunt Caroline bear my expenses? Those thoughts had been racing throu
EmmaNext Morning... She woke up with stinging sensations on her hands and an agonizing headache. She started massaging her head in the hopes that the pain would go away soon, and it did. Emma sprang out of bed, changed her clothing, and washed her herself. It was a new day, and she prayed she wouldn
He'd finally done what he'd been trying to avoid: he'd touched her beautiful soft flesh, which instantly melted beneath his touch. He couldn't fight the sensation any longer. He wished to touch her, to feel her. He tried to ignore it, to forget about it, but he couldn't. The notion of not feeling he







