“Sophie, I don't know when and how this happened and you became my salvation and I began to feel these things about you that I thought I left behind long ago. Sophie, during these unforeseen events, I've began to lo-" I was about to confess that I love her but her grip on my hand tightened a little as she tilt her head a little and slowly opened her eyes,"Christian..." She breathed out. My eyes widened in glee as tears streamed down."Sophie.." I began to cry again."Don't cry..." She whispered, tightening her grip on my hand."I am so glad to see you awake." I sobbed. I put my head on her hand and continued to sob."Please.. don't Christian.." She whispered in a croaked voice. I looked at her, I knew If I cried anymore, she'll cry too. I swallowed the lump in my throat and sniffed. I wiped my tears and smiled. I cupped her cheeks slightly, so as not to touch the bandit on her cheek and to avoid touching her lips because of the cut present on it.She smiled faintly and then her sm
Sophie POV:-Feeling utterly contaminated, I can't even look at myself- let alone Christian. I am amazed that he is still trying to save me even if I am absolutely defiled. Just how can the thought of touching a worthless thing like me can even cross his mind? A truly corrupt soul, I have witnessed the deepest depths of being defiled. Every inch of my body is burning, I don't have enough strength in me to go through the same thing over and over again and with it getting worse each time. I can’t take this revolt anymore, this pain embedded in me is more intense than before. Bearing it is beyond my capabilities.I am feeling so void, as if my body is hollow. I am empty and broken beyond repair. Like I was so close to grasp that light of hope but the shackles pulled me back to that depths of misery. My eyes even dry out, I can't even cry at my anguish.In the blink of an eye all my dreams and hopes shattered. I'm surprised that Christian is still there with me and to be honest. I eve
My eyes slowly opened again, I saw no one in the room this time, the room was dark, I felt my hand soaked, I looked and saw Christian crying. I pulled my hand away from him and turned my head away."Sophie..." He called me."Why didn't you come?" I asked in a hoarse voice. "I was in the Church, when I heard your call I came as fast as I could but the moment I came you passed out." He said panting heavily."You were late... again." I said bitterly as it pricked both of us like a needle. I swallow the lump in my throat so as not to cry. I opened my mouth to say something but the door opened,"Your food."She served the food and left."Not gonna look at me?" he said as I shook my head 'no'. "Really?" He asked again and I shook my head again."Don't you even want to see my face?" He asked. I shook my head."Fine then.. if you don't want me to be with you." He said as he stood up."Go away!" I said clutching the clovers tightly. Please don't go. Stay.He began to walk and I shut my eyes as
We went home, it's been days since I went home but it feels like it's been years. I didn’t know when this place of horrors turned into a home but I am not complaining because I reside where my beloved does. Where he lives, I want to stay there till my last breath. To feel secure in his arms and never let them go, I want to stay with him. I want him and nothing else. We reached home, I kept looking out of the window lost in thoughts. The view outside seems so free but still I felt restricted and suffocated. As if some shackles are around my feet, taking me back to the cage of misery every time I try to break it. 'Can Christian eradicate this feeling of being defiled from me again? What if he broke saving me? He is in so much agony. When both of us are broken, who's gonna save whom? Would he ever want to touch my impure body?' My thoughts were interrupted when Christian shook my shoulder, my breath hitched as I stiffed, "Sophie.. no need to panic. We're home." He said gently, I
I curled my hands in a fist and stood under the shower. I let the water wash away this feeling but every drop of water that falls on my face made me even more miserable because I know the feeling is not leaving my heart.Only Christian’s call sucked this out from me but I don't want him to do it, it's intolerable for him. He cannot endure the same thing again- so do I.I walked out and wore my clothes. Christian was still sleeping so I decided to walk out. The moment I took a step out, I saw Gwen,"Good Morning Ma'am.”I just passed her a faint smile. Apart from Christian, I don't feel like talking to anyone and that sometimes applies to him. Sometimes, I just want to run to a deserted place and cry out loud and let out all this feeling of anguish."Ma'am, Your mother and brother are here." She informed me. I nodded and walked down and saw Mother and Eugene there.I hugged them and Eugene said,"Good to see you being discharged." I hummed in response as mother said,"Where's Christia
"Hey!" I heard a voice from behind me. The voice didn't startle me because I know it's Christian. I just remained motionless as he came closer and bent to my level."Good morning." He smiled. A smile also crept upon my lips,"Finally learned it?" I whispered."Thanks to you." He whispered back. He took a seat beside me as I put my head on his shoulder."Good morning..." I spoke feebly. He hummed in response."By the way, is this my shirt?" He asked. I nodded, he smirked and leaned in but not too close,"It's looking so cute on you. Tell me, do you intend to go to the office too?" He teased me. I kept staring at the floor not replying to him."Sophie." He called me again, I shot my head towards him."Yes?" He sighed and said,"Nothing, Come let's have breakfast. I also called your mother and brother." He pinched my nose this time, I pouted slightly, he stood up and offered me his hand,"Mother and Eugene both have left." I said also standing up but not taking his hand."Oh, They did? D
It's been a week, Christian is trying his best to obliterate this feeling but it seems like this is embedded deep into my soul giving me intense agony that is killing me up. The pools of agonizing pain are immersing me in it and I cannot save myself from it. It’s hard to overcome it.Still, I am trying to recover from it but it's so difficult each and every thing triggers the feeling of dread in me. Every action gives me apprehension. I am scared by every little thing. But, thankfully Christian is right beside me. I only feel safe when he is near me even if he went somewhere, I felt terrified. In his absence, all the apparitions I was trying to subdue overwhelms me, leaving me with the inability to bear it and fall deep into the labyrinth.Right now, we're sitting in the theater; of the house watching Frozen and I am holding his arms. We were watching as he got a call, he paused the movie as he attend the call,"Yes?" I looked at him. His expressions turned from calm to agitated as
The drive was silent and we stopped at his office. Elvis Empire, this place never ceases to intimidate me but having him by my side, I am fine. It's been a while since I came here. He opened the door for me, he held my hand, my cheeks heated up as we walked inside. People looked at us, their stares were at our hands. Just like the last time, his whole being was protective over mine.The lift was filled with too many people- again."Let's take the stairs." I whispered tugging on his sleeves."You know what floor my cabin is? Can you walk that much?" He inquired."I just don't want to go to a cramped place." I whispered again.He looked at me, my gaze was fixed on the ground but I could feel the looks of people."Fine." He sighed.We are standing at the stairs,"It's on the 45th floor. Are you sure you can walk that much?" He asked again."Let's see. If I get tired, then we can take the lift." I recommend it. He nodded as we began to climb stairs.I looked at his back and somehow, I f