THE BEAST'S OBSESSION

I stand before the mirror after dressing up, the blue gown making a good mockery of my situation. I feel so dirty even in this elegant attire. It's been hours since that monster vented all his sexual anger on me. I feel so disgusting. I feel so dirty. If only the long hour I have spent in the shower was enough to scour his scent off me, if only I can stop feeling nauseous remembering his kisses, just, if only. But even after the long shower, I feel as disgusting as I was when he left me dripping with cums hours ago. His touches are still irritating skin.The make-up artist that he sent to me to hide the imprints of his animosity on my face did a commendable, but the emotional pain is so dominant. It can't be masked. Nothing can heal or conceal this emotional torture. The sound of the door opening startles me. I dry my tears not minding the mascara and other make-up. I turn around, and gladly this time, it's not my nightmare, but the only friend I have had so far for that one week tha

"Forgive my manners, Don." The stranger lets out, stretching his hand towards Ajay for a handshake."Deep Rey Donalds, owner of DRD airport. Nice meeting you." The heart-stirring fascinating preamble of the stranger got me splendidly dumbstruck, but not more than this devil beside me. He doesn't even care to shake Deep's hand, and the homicidal stare he is giving him speaks nothing but range.I smell some danger here. Do they know each other?I drag my gaze at this stranger again. His name is Deep, right? Just like his bottomless orbs and breathtaking allure. He is everything the name itself depicts, but that aside. The owner of an airport, and with all this glamour and pedigree he exudes, what on hell is he doing here of all the places on earth? Don't tell me he is one of Ajay's dogs or business partner? That would be such.a.dusgust and shame!"I get where you are coming from, Don. My apologies for what happened." Deep says, saving me from drowning into more anxieties as he withdraws

"Help! Help! Ella!"The wails of a woman echo in my ears with a bang, making me twirl in the direction of her voice. The images are so vague that I can't make out anything except the voice. "Ella! Please, help!"The voice echoes again, but this time, it goes silent at once, as if it has been cut. I start wandering in the vagueness to the aid of the poor sobbing lady. I don't know where we are. I don't know who she is. I don't know what I need to rescue her from, but I know she is in kind of danger due to her sobs, and she is calling for my help.I don't know if she can see me or not, and since I can't see her, I follow the direction of her voice, taking slow strides, but about three or four steps..."Run, Ella! Run!!!A different voice from somewhere behind me halts my steps, making me almost leap with tension. That, bulky tone belongs to a male. It's labored, like he is also in danger. I spin a half degree, ricocheting my eyes in the vagueness, but to more dismay, I don't see anythi

"I fucking abhor people wasting my precious time, Ella! Be quick and watch what you say if you know what is good for you." Ajay speaks after I take an eternity to respond.Of course, I know what is best for myself - to learn and embrace the means of survival in this cursed place. That's my goal from now on. To survive, and thwart landing myself in any form of trouble. I may be right or wrong, but I have a sense that the sentiment of me getting my memory back is baffling him. It's stroking his arse to the core, and not in a good way. Why that is, I will unearth sooner or later.All the same, I need to give an answer before he discharges his temper and pours all his unwarranted wrath on me. "I will ask you one more fucking time." He fumes before I can speak, scaring the hell out of me. "What the fuck was your dream all about? Did you hear or see...anything in that dream?"My! His arse is really itching to know about my dream, huh! I was right. He is apprehensive and curious about my m

Peeling my eyes open in a snap, I jerk myself up from the bed. My heart is sprinting. Its pulse is echoing with showers of thuds, and like yesterday, I'm all drenched in sweat, my brain burning.That dream again! Ooh, that...As I battle between going for a sip of water or tucking myself under the duvet again and try to meditate on the perilous nightmares, my trepidations are jolted up by the spectacle of the monster beside me - my real nightmare. I snap my eyes at him after I dry the drips of sweat from my face.He is here, cool like a calm dick, while he watches my victimizations from the nightmares he has brought into my life. Why did my path have to cross with this beast? No, hang on. Rephrase that. How did our paths cross? Why does it seem like he is trying to trigger something with all these heartless evil acts in the last two episodes? "Bad dream again?" He speaks, drowning the remnants of his whiskey and almost smashing the empty glass on the floor before hunching in front of