CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Weird Message

I didn't expect this to be more painful than yesterday's torment. He kept sliding it in and out at a slow pace and each slide, a testament to the dangerous game he was playing with me.

I let out a loud cry on top of my voice, and he moaned several times before increasing his pace on and on and on again. He was doing it and kissing me sometimes. Sometimes, he kissed my breast, making all my joints ache so bad.

I saw my late mother's spirit appear before me. She was neither sad nor happy. She just looked at her daughter, suffering so much. I wished I wasn't cuffed to this pole, I'd have grabbed a vase and hit him so hard, then ran off.

I couldn't think of anything anymore, but I just kept on enduring the pain. I'd shout for a while and give some stifled moaning again.

He kept on sliding in and out of me for what seemed like an eternity, I noticed he became really fast at a time, and suddenly, he stopped. His manhood was still inside of me, as he opened his mou and laid on me. All his weight was placed on my body. His warm body sparkled some heat that rose inside me.

I gasped and moaned at the same time as I felt some hot things move inside of me. It was so pleasing, and it made my body feel relieved.

He raised his head and kissed me on the lips, and on my forehead. I closed my eyes, expecting him to remain still because movements now make me feel pain again. I just couldn't speak because I was exhausted, so I'd have told him about it.

“You are too sweet.” he said, then, slowly pulled out and this time, I cried, my eyes very red now and the crimson light just shone there, the air in the room now smelled contaminated because it was something I just couldn't understand. It smelled like a wound and also like an egg.

Collins just laid on me that way. I needed to clean up, but I was tied and was also under him. I used my little strength to pull my hands so that the cuffs would shake and make some sound, but I didn't know he was fast asleep this time. I didn't know why, but all I knew was that I was alone in this. His words were true. No one would truly save me, and I might give up soon.

Tears flowed like a river, a silent stream of sorrow reflecting the trash I felt I had become. The world was a quiet room, and my low whimpers were the only sound, each one amplifying the unwanted feeling until sleep, a merciful blanket, pulled me under.

I woke to the soft, familiar touch of clouds—our white bed. The duvet was a warm hug that invited me back to slumber, but duty called. Another day. I had to face another day. But as I sat up, a gasp escaped my lips. The clock on the wall mocked me; it was after 5 p.m.

“Can't today just be over yet?” I whispered to the empty room, my voice hoarse. Just then, a familiar ringtone cut through the silence. My eyes, wide with surprise, landed on the black screen of my phone on the bedside table. My hand went cold as I reached for it. Bryan had found it?

It was Sarah, her voice, a whirlwind of worry. “Hey, bestie, what's wrong? I’ve been calling you for ages! You made us all worried.”

“Oh…” I stammered, rubbing my aching head, confusion clouding my thoughts. “I'm fine… but wait, wasn't the phone with you all this while?”

“With me? No, I gave it to your husband’s best man. I couldn’t find either of you at the dinner party last night.” Her voice was as plain as her words.

My mind raced. “Bryan went to her side, right?” I whispered to myself, the phone pressed against my chest, the cold plastic a stark contrast to the heat of my curiosity.

Then she added, “But some guy came by earlier today. He said he was from your husband and asked for the phone. I told him I’d already given it to the best man, and he just left.”

So Robert had my phone all this time… How? A small, bitter smile touched my lips as a reply to my friend.

“Hope you’re good?” she asked again, her voice still laced with concern.

“Of course, trust me, I am very good,” I lied, wrapping my pain in a mask of feigned happiness before ending the call. The silence returned, but this time, it felt different. It was no longer empty. It was filled with my companion. It was filled with questions and a cold, creeping sense of dread.

I tossed the duvet to one side and got down from the bed. My feet hit the cold floor, and I made a beeline for the grand mirror. I inspected my reflection, my fingers toying with the delicate pendant of the chain Collins gave me in the morning.

The memories of what had happened between us earlier came flooding back, each one a fresh sting to my heart. A deep ache settled in my chest, a burning desire to flee this place and never look back. But I couldn't. My father's company, his legacy, was tied to Collins, insured under his company.

I proceeded to the bathroom, and a warm, gentle steam enveloped me as I stepped into the sterile room. A bath, perfectly prepared, awaited me. A swirl of bubbles, scented with lavender and vanilla, danced on the surface. I looked around, but there was no sign of Collins. The silence in the room was heavy, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Shaking the feeling off, I sank into the warm water, letting it soothe my skin, hoping he was just in the sitting room.

Afterwards, wrapped in a plush grey towel, I sat on the edge of the bed and happily picked up my phone, my companion. The screen lit up, revealing a cascade of missed calls and congratulatory messages. I scrolled through them, a blur of names and well wishes, until one caught my eye. It was from an anonymous sender.

My heart hammered against my ribs with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. I tapped on it, and as the message opened, a gasp escaped my lips. The words on the screen were a punch to the gut, a cold, shocking revelation that made the room spin.