Lahat ng Kabanata ng Serpentine Desires : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

There was no arguing with him so I swallowed the lump and stared down at the phone he’d placed in my hand. It didn’t lowered the pulse hammering in my ears. The world was crumbling around me, and every word he spoke felt like another stone added to the weight on my chest, pressing me deeper into the abyss.But that hardly matter at that moment.He released my wrist, and I pulled my hand back, clutching the phone as if it might somehow protect me from the onslaught. But I knew better. Nothing could shield me from him, from his twisted games and the suffocating control he wielded over my life.As much as I wanted to call my mother, I didn’t have guts to open his phone. Maybe he was testing me. Playing another game of his? To see if I’d take the bait.Putting the phone down on the table beside the plate, I grabbed the fork with unnecessary force and forced the price of mushroom into my mouth. Under another curumstances, I would’ve enjoyed it, but I couldn’t. The nauseous feeling was maki

“Why are you not home?” she pressed again, softer this time.I swallowed hard, forcing words past the lump in my throat. “I was just… busy with… college.”“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she replied, her tone lightening, unaware of the storm in my head. “Your professor called me and said something about you getting a grand prize. I am so proud of you, my child, but I was hoping for a meet-up.”My heart stilled.“Prize?” The word felt foreign, like something that didn’t belong to me, something that didn’t make sense.“Yes,” she said, a smile in her voice. “We also got 100k in our account. You just saved me from going through…”Her words blurred as my mind spun. Money? A prize? The world tilted, and I fought to stay upright, but the ground beneath me was slipping, shifting, pulling me down. Judas. The name burned in my chest.He’d sent the money, tied it up in a lie so neat and pretty that even my mother believed it. My lips parted, but no sound came. A thousand thoughts collided in my mind, each

Judas returned but wearing a scowl and not his usual amusement. I held my breath and walked on eggshells around him. Kyle also followed him in as he looked at me and I unconciously pulled at the front of my sweater to not let him have a look at my perked nipples.The bastrad would’ve brought a bra at least.The earlier rage was still there but first I needed to convince him to let me out of this apartment. I couldn’t stay here trapped.To my surprise Kyle went into the kitchen and that’s when I noticed he had a bag with him. And watched as he unloaded the bag on to the counter. Food. My eyes flickered to Judas who was now sitting on the dining table still wearing the. Bloodied pants but his shirt was clean. Hair tousled unlike earlier. I hesitated not knowing whether to stay here or walk back into the room.Kyle put the food in three plates and I realised I should just stay. Taking and barely making it to the table with sprained foot, I sat on fattest end of the table. “What happened

Just like I agreed, I stayed in the apartment for the next two days. And to my relief, Judas kept his distance. If it looked like it. Or should I say, he was too busy in whatever business he was running, to spend more than an hour in the apartment.He’d come late at night, and I would pretend to sleep, every muscle in my body taut with the fear of his touch. But he wouldn’t take me. Not again. Instead, he would sit in that same chair, in the corner, cradling a glass of wine as if it were a sacred ritual. His eyes, even through the darkness, I could feel on me, cold and calculating. The hours dragged as I lay there, my body healing but my soul flayed open, raw and exposed. He was a man of habits, and this habit of watching, of claiming without action, had become part of our twisted routine.When he did touch me, it was like a branding iron—quick, sharp, meant to leave a mark.His kisses were devoid of warmth, his hands unforgiving as they roamed my body with a possessive force that mad

My skin was on fire, prickling under the intensity of his touch, and it was too much.I didn’t even remember ripping off the woolen scarf and tossing it into the backseat of the car. The cold air bit into my exposed neck, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat of this monster’s arm around my waist.His cane tapped rhythmically as we walked, his sunglasses shielding his unreadable eyes from the world, the prettiest and perfect illusion of blindness.Ask me, I’d write his tales with better pen.I didn’t know why he bothered to bring me along.Kyle trailed behind us, stiff and silent like always, with guards I didn’t recognize shadowing our every step. My ankle throbbed faintly, a dull reminder of the price I’d paid for being careless. But the pain was manageable—nothing compared to the six feet four inches bastard that tower over me like a storm cloud.We were escorted to the private dining area, what caught my sight first was the large table at the center, surrounded by men. L