5. The Delicate Pain

Horrified, Eizlina stared at that man in front of her, but her entire focus was fixed at that knife in his hand, which was still stained in his blood.

No, she couldn't stay here with him. He was insane. He would hurt her.

Hurriedly stepping down from the bed, she tried to run away from him. She finally found the door. Gripping her gown, she ran towards the door.

Eizlina tried to open the door, but it was locked.

Horror washed over her. 

Using every ounce of her strength, she tried to open the door, but it didn't open, which caused his grin to become more evil, who was silently sipping on his glass of liquor.

Eizlina continued trying to open the door, but nothing worked.

“It won't open till I want you out of this room, Mrs. Elzaek,” his words halted her hands.

“And I won't be allowing you to leave this room till we won't get done celebrating our very first wedding night,” he grinned, and took another sip from his glass.

Eizlina clenched her jaw. Turning around, she glared at him through her watery eyes.

“What do you want from me? What have I done to you?” She shouted at him, who remained completely unbothered by her outburst.

“We have never even met before, so why are you doing all of this with me? I….I have done nothing to you,” fresh wave of tears stung her eyes. She didn't know what she had done to him to receive such brutal punishment from him.

Why was he destroying her life so cruelly?

Theron stayed completely silent for a moment, which scared her more. She saw him finally getting up on his feet, shuddering her very being.

“What exactly have I done to you?” He questioned her, taking his steps in her direction. Terrified, Eizlina took her steps back, but this resulted in her back to get pressed against that closed door.

“Did I threaten you to marry me, or did I protect you from getting married to a man, whom you had seen fu#king another woman on his bed a day before your wedding?” His words enlarged her eyes in shock.

How did he know about all of this? Who he really was?

Her enlarged eyes made him smirk. Theron's feet halted right in front of her.

“See, even my destruction saved you from getting ruined,” he uttered, and pushed his face closer to hers. Eizlina swallowed, seeing his face so nearer to her, where his warm breathing fanned against her lips.

“So…..” he lifted that knife up, and pressed it against her throat. Her blood ran cold. Eizlina teared up more.

“Should we take the matters to our bed, or…” he thrusted his mouth closer to her ear.

“Should I remove your clothes right here against this door, my dove?” He whispered in her ear in his throaty voice. Her soul clenched in fear, just by imagining the harm he was capable of causing her virtue. 

Intentionally, he trailed the tip of the knife down towards her bosoms. She witnessed him slightly tearing her gown with the knife, and this was enough for her to break down into tears.

“No, don't….” she immediately attempted to push him away from her, which made him grab her wrists. Pulling her against his chest, he looked into her glossy brown eyes, and the second, his gaze collided with hers, the time around him seemed to get frozen. 

It was like, something about her had been drawing him so close to her that it was forcing him to forget why he had even dragged her in his life. She was ruining what he had always wanted to achieve.

Her closeness had started acting as a barrier between him and his desperate yearning to see Airkin Kloez completely demolished.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed her jaw, bringing more tears in her eyes.

“This is your new life now,” he growled at her.

“You will do whatever I want you to do now, so….” He pushed his head closer to her. His grip tightened around her jaw.

“Do not even think about doing anything, which would make me not just only end your life, but that every f#cking person whom you love, understood?” He warned her. No word came out of her mouth. She just looked at him, horrified, because with every passing second, she was feeling like her destruction was nearer to her.

Her tears diminished the anger in his presence and replaced it with his barbaric calmness.

“So now, let's not ruin this night in arguments,” suddenly he hoisted her up in his arms, freezing her heart. Theron walked towards the bed, and placed her down on it.

Hovering over, he peered into her enticing glossy eyes.

“We are only supposed to live and feel each other tonight,” he husked against her lips and attempted to kiss her again, but she pressed her palms against his chest to stop him.

“Pl…. please, don't do this….. ,” she begged him, realising her anger wouldn't be able to stop him from harming her. His madness was too vicious and wicked. It knew no boundaries of right and wrong.

“I….I don't want it. I can't,” her trembling voice and words, and that pure terror in her eyes amused him.

“So you are still wanting to stay loyal to that Anton Kloez, even after knowing what he has done?” His words caused tears to roll down from the corner of her eyes vigorously, and at that moment, he finally understood the real reason behind her terror and pain.

Withdrawing her hands, she lowered her head and closed her eyes tightly. How would she make a cruel animal like him understand her pain? He knew and comprehended nothing except for his own insanity.

“Did he ever touch you?” He husked in her ear. Eizlina tightly closed her fists. She made no efforts to answer him and didn't even take her head upward to reply, but her silence and that terror in her demeanour made her understand everything.

Thrusting his face closer to the crook of her neck, he inhaled her beautifully gentle essence which automatically started feeling his own restless soul with serenity. How could she do it? He was dying to unfold that mystery?

If her mere essence were calming him so much, he wondered what would happen the moment he would get done completely embedding himself in her very existence? And now he could not wait to find out about it.

“So my wife is untouched,” he smirked, rubbing his mouth against the tip of her ears. Eizlina kept her eyes shut, but her tears didn't stop, especially after hearing his words.

“Don't worry. I will make sure to be gentle and delicate with my wife. After all, it's her first time,” he rasped in her ear. And then gripped her chin.

Taking her head upward slowly, he peered at her closed eyes. She was beguiling. He had still not succeeded in finding anything special about her outer appearance, but there had been something hidden inside her, which had been aggressively pulling him closer to her, so close that he knew he would end up losing himself in her.

Slowly opening her wet lashes, Eizlina looked into his sharp grey eyes, which were completely drowned in her. His eyes scanned every detail of her face, and just like her presence, they seemed beautifully delicate and subtle.

She was the most ethereal definition of gentleness. A kind of gentleness, which held the power of wrecking any kind of brutality.

His gaze stopped at her slightly parted round lips, which looked luscious, plumpy and amiable just like their owner, but now he was throbbing to possess them as his and just his.

Slowly pushing his head down, he attempted to taste those tender petals of hers again, but she tilted her head to stop him. Eizlina tightly pressed her hands against his chest.

This time she didn't say anything to him, but her denial was evident in her tears. She didn't want him. She didn't want his presence, his closeness. She hated his touch, which made him clench his jaw.

Grasping her neck, he forced her look into his blazing gaze.

“If not on your own, I will make you give your will to this on my own, but tonight….” He shoved his head so nearer to her that their mouths grazed against each other.

“You will have to accept everything I will do to you, Eizlina Elzaek,” seething out those words, he smashed his mouth against hers again, numbing her soul.

Was she really going to get ruined by this fatal man tonight, whom she didn't even know for what he was punishing her so inhumanly?