Semua Bab Take me, I am yours: Bab 91 - Bab 100

It feels strange, seeing Sean here again, I have got so used to Beatrice and John. I wonder if they were still here or if they left, they don't have the apartment anymore"Beatrice and John will be back later, I have said they can stay till they sort a place out. They wanted to be out when we got home" He explains carrying the twins into the living room. I sit on the sofa, exhausted."Go to bed for a bit, I am here now so can watch the babies" He smiles, but I don't want to. I am afraid I will wake up and he will be gone again."I want to spend this time just us, come sit down," I ask, reaching for him. He walks over and sits next to me."I am sorry Lisa, I messed everything up" I look at him, his face covered in fresh cuts and bruises."What happened? I don't get why you were locked up" I look at him waiting for answers."It was Kyle, he flipped when I mentioned I was going to be a dad to twins, we fought or rather he kept hitting me""Seeing I wasn't reacting, he threw something th

"How can we have a conversation if you keep walking away, refusing to talk?" I exclaim, my frustration evident. Undeterred, he continues moving, prompting me to press on."Just communicate, shout, scream—do anything! Don't act like you're indifferent," I implore. This time, he halts. He turns and faces me, slowly walking back towards me, causing my body to instinctively retreat."You want me to talk? Fine, I'll talk. I feel nauseous when I see you, envisioning you with him. Every time I look at you, all I can think about is how many times you were in my bed with him," he confesses, his steps drawing closer, my body involuntarily moving backward. This isn't the Sean I know."You want me to admit that you hurt me? Well, you did. You want me to confess that you disappointed me? You did that too. Not even a year passed before you ended up in bed with my own brother," he accuses, his face now inches from mine."And now, somehow, I'm the bad guy for pointing it out." With that, he turns and

In the following days, I adopted a strategy of hiding in the corner and maintaining silence, recognizing that drawing attention to myself only resulted in more severe beatings. My hope was that, by staying low-key, he would eventually lose interest and release me. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and I found myself attempting to estimate the passing days, settling on around seven, though the constant abuse left me unsure.There were moments when the violence was so intense that I would lose consciousness, making it challenging to distinguish whether I had been out for minutes or days. Kyle eventually sat down in front of me, expressing a warped sense of love amidst his accusations."You know I love you, don't you? But you went and got me locked up, locked up for something you caused," he asserted. Reflecting on his words, I contemplated a different approach. Perhaps pleading to go home was not the most effective strategy, and I needed to make him recognize his dependence on me."I

"I wake up to the sight of the girls happily crawling on the floor, engrossed in playing with their toys. It feels surreal witnessing their growth. Seated on the floor, I join them in their play, and I notice Sean watching from the kitchen with a warm smile. His presence brings a sense of comfort, and I find myself easing into a more relaxed state.He enters the room carrying food. "Not a lot; I know you still can't eat a full meal." Sean places the plate on the floor, assisting me as I rise. Seated, I consume the modest portion I can manage. It strikes me as peculiar that I struggle with adult-sized portions, but I take solace in the fact that I am gradually increasing my food intake.Over time, my bruises and cuts gradually fade, and my body begins to regain a semblance of normalcy. As I inspect my body, I notice additional scars, yet, at least now, my bones are no longer visible. I start feeling physically better, although a lingering sense of unease persists. Kyle has vanished, le

"What? It didn't hurt; it stung, that was about it," I chuckle."Your ass is bleeding; it cut your skin."I glance back, and indeed, it has—usually, that only happens after a lot of whips, but just that one caused it."I didn't feel it, not even like before; it stung, but that was all."He looks at me with concern, sitting next to me, his hands rubbing around my body every now and then, lifting up and starting in a new place."Can you feel that?" He asks; I nod and smile."Yes, but it would be nice if you didn't keep lifting your hands up and starting elsewhere." I pull him to me, kissing him.He pulls back, looking at me puzzled."Lisa, I didn't lift my hands; I stroked from your neck all the way to your feet. I think you need to go to the hospital if you can't feel in certain places."I am now worried; I assumed he was teasing, rubbing his fingers down me and lifting them before starting again elsewhere. I don't want him to worry or see me worried, so I try to joke."Just make sure