The Lost Bet 2

One Year LaterThe man lifted the whip and used it on the body ahead with all his might. The woman couldn’t even whimper. She wasn’t allowed to.The agency was worried. The man was powerful and needed an unscarred woman every night only to scar her badly. The agency’s most money came from him, so they were silent.He took her finally and groaned. The woman bit her hand but lied there because that's what she was supposed to do. Bear silently.“Even you are not her.” He pulled out and screamed with his hands in his hair. The woman cowered into a corner as she saw the monster in front of her. He had a tattoo on his left chest. His hair was long, had a beard on his face, and red eyes which were brimming with anger. Anger towards her or someone else, she had no idea. But she knew he was not the man she wanted to see even in her nightmare. So, she hugged her knees and closed her eyes, weeping silently after bearing all the brutality.On the other hand,The woman had the shades on. She took

Aslan’s POVShe was running and he was running after her but he couldn’t reach her. He tried to grab her but she was untouchable. Just within his reach and yet so far. He was about to cry. “Elena” he was screaming her name, but she was running away, smiling.Then he was in the basement, where he had once buried someone. The grave was freshly dug and there lied Elena. He screamed and the machines beeped.He felt extreme pain on his left and groaned. Someone came running in and Aslan felt a needle. His world was black again.He woke again. This time, he was not running. He stood there and looked at her. They were standing in an abyss. Clouds were floating. She was dressed in a white chiffon dress, her hair loose and framing her face. She was looking like a goddess. She smiled at him the way she always did and his heart broke, burning with the question, “why”.His hands itched to touch her but he felt them tied to nothing behind his back. He couldn’t move even when his legs were free. Sh

Author’s POVIan and Matthew drove madly to his house when they learned about his voluntary, impromptu, and definitely-not-allowed and doctor-unapproved discharge. The door to the home was open, so they went straight to his bedroom.“Fuck.”Both of them said in unison when they found the room in a mess and Aslan passed out beside it, the bottles around him. They didn’t know that the reason which had him passed out wasn’t from the bottles of alcohol but the loss of his love.They took him to another room and laid him down. Matthew called an agency to send cleaners. He must have been thoughtful enough to get his home cleaned, he scolded himself. God knows what Aslan must have gone through after seeing his “could be” marital bed. Matthew was feeling bad for Aslan, but his heart was not ready to accept that Elena had betrayed him without any reason.Ian was removing his friend’s shoes and cursing Elena. “I curse you, El. You will pay for it.” It was not the first time his friend had been

The PastAslan’s POVIt had been three weeks and she was nowhere to be found.Elle was angry. Ian and Matthew were trying to help him, but his stubbornness was slowly pushing them away from him. And he couldn’t complain. He had brought it upon himself. He was a jerk after all.Was he going crazy? No, crazy couldn’t cover what he was feeling. He wanted to snatch out his eyes so he wouldn’t see her face when he closes them. He wanted to snatch out his heart so it wouldn’t beat. It belonged to her. Without her, it should stop, but maybe it was his punishment. Punishment of falling in love. He stumbled on the couch, and sat down.His life was perfect with her. He would have given her anything, but if only she had trusted him. A tear dropped and he wiped it. What was the point of crying? She didn’t cry when she left him, then why should he?He was going to his room, when he was pulled back by a sudden thought or the sight of a door, he could say. He looked at the door, which was closed for

Author’s POV Warning- Sensitive Content Ahead The place was dim and dark. The only light emanating was the bathroom. He stood in front of the large mirror. His eyes were darkest shade of blue and he looked at himself and the tattoo. The drawer opened and he pulled the knife. He sighed and started the torture which was his only way to feel he was alive and was waiting for someone. The point of the knife dug into his skin, and scratched past the wounded skin from last night’s torture. The blood oozed out and he hissed. He traced the knife brutally and blood travelled from his chest to his abdomen. He looked at himself. He was unrecognizable but he had changed. It had been a long time and he still didn’t know where she was hiding. But one thing was sure. He will find her, no matter what. He didn’t wipe the blood, and arrived to his closet. He dressed up and his shirt soaked the blood, but he didn’t care. His housekeeper was complaining daily of the stained shirts. He didn’t care. He w