I was frozen in fear, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. It was like a nightmare, a cruel and twisted game that I couldn't wake up from.
Marcus's sudden change in demeanor was terrifying, and I couldn't understand how he could switch from acting apologetic to this cruel, sadistic version of himself.
His words echoed in my mind, and I knew I had to make a choice - a choice between submitting to his demands to avoid further pain or standing up for myself and refusing to be controlled by him.
But deep down, I knew that giving in to him would only make things worse. It would only empower him to continue his torment, to take away whatever little sense of self-respect I had left.
This was what Marcus wanted, a victim. And a victim he will have. The decision was easy.
The door unexpectedly knocked. "Oh... Must be the doctor who treated your poor condition," He smirked.
"Coming!"
He exited the room. For a moment, I thanked God for sparing me once more. Everything in me felt so exhausted to the point I didn't know how I fell asleep again. And the moment I opened my eyes, Marcus was already staring at me.
"Do you hate me now?" he snapped, his smirk expressing the dark aura he always possessed.
My lips trembled slightly. I knew I had been asleep for a few hours. Marcus must have waited for me to wake up, knowing that I wouldn't fight for freedom. The night still seemed so far from reaching the sunrise.
"Look at how pathetic you are," Marcus muttered, shaking his head sadly.
"You thought you were so powerful? You weren't. Do you realize what you've put yourself into right now? You can't fight for yourself. If you do, you'll pay the price," he reminded me harshly, his fingers gripping my jaw painfully.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted suddenly, jerking away from him as he began to drag me closer to his crotch.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I yelled desperately, tears running down my cheeks. I wanted to die. I wanted to die now. Not having to endure any more torture.
"What are you doing? Don't stop me!" Marcus yelled at me hysterically. "Just give in, my love. Just let me finish. Please,"
I ignored him. I didn't want to die but still, I refused to live as some kind of an object of pleasure. I refused to allow him to use me this way. I fought him already for this night, I could fight him again even if it meant breaking one of my organs.
"Let go of me!" I screamed, thrashing wildly, trying to run.
Marcus pulled harder, forcing me closer until I was practically straddling him. I looked down frantically, hoping to find some way out of this mess. But there was none.
"I'm not leaving you," Marcus growled. "No woman has ever rejected me before, not after what I've done for them." His words dripped venom.
"Not even that worthless Perla, or that pathetic Felicity. You're mine forever," He groaned.
"What else do you need to accept your misery? Until when exactly do you plan to keep your dignity because you feel the need to stay true to the so-called Pablo?"
As he continued talking, his grip got tighter and tighter around me until he eventually pushed me over and sat on top of me, pinning me beneath him.
"You're just a pathetic whore. Your pussy doesn't hold any essence. It is fucked by a dick just like any other pussy!"
My breath was labored as he kissed me roughly, his hot breath making it difficult to breathe. Marcus's hands slipped under the neckline of my blouse, moving towards my breast.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and someone stepped inside the room, a woman in her nightdress had a face full of fear, shocked at seeing the position the two of us were in.
"Sir,"
"What do you want? Can't you see we are in the middle of something, " He raised his eyebrow. His voice reached the beings on Mars.
"The cottage house is on fire," The girl panicked.
" Fucking take care of it!" He screamed at her to the point she almost jumped with her eyes closed.
" Everyone thinks your brother is inside" She cried. So Marcus had a brother?
Marcus groaned in frustration, pushing me off of him. He rose unsteadily to his feet and ran his fingers through his messy hair. " Someone call for help. And someone else, call for an ambulance,"
I stayed where I was, curled into myself and trembling uncontrollably as I watched Marcus storm away.
It took me about ten minutes to gather myself enough to stand. I stumbled my way toward the door but froze instantly when I heard voices outside.
I didn't know Marcus had a brother. I don't think I knew everything about this man. He was mysterious and the only side to liked to present best to me was his cruel side.
This was probably the only part of his character he preferred to show. His ability to be heartless to anyone who defied him. How evil his plans could be. The fact that he was my husband only made things worse.
Heck to the coming nights when he would say the same things to me every single time. I wondered if it would always be the same lines.
I went to the window, the smoke was getting
heavier and thicker now, filling the whole cottage. I saw Marcus walking quickly to the fire, calling for help while waving his hands in front of the flames.
I never thought he would have someone that important to make him that confused. Finally, the firefighters got out with a person in their arms, carrying him onto a stretcher and then racing off.
Marcus followed him, his brother, I assumed. His whole body was covered with burnt clothes and ash, and his skin was red and raw-looking. He was unconscious.
"If he dies, whoever started the fire will fucking pay for it!!" Marcus roared in anger.
I turned away from the window and walked over to my bed, climbing under the covers. I had enough of my own tonight and in the name of that, I allowed myself to be selfish.
Thanks to that brother I was still able to keep my dignity. It was as if the fire was made in heaven.
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The cottage was burning down. I stood right in front of it. No one was beside me. I called over and over again.
"Help! Somebody, please help me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, terrified, crying, and praying to God.
But nobody came. Nobody bothered no matter what I did to call for help. I felt helpless and scared. I needed help, but no one came. Nobody listened to my cries or tried to save me, nobody cared.
Suddenly two firefighters came from the burning cottage, carrying the body of a man. His skin was a bit raw. I looked clearly at his face. His dark, tousled hair was a mess at the moment and my heart stopped.
"Pablo?"
Then I opened my eyes. I woke up. I screamed on my bed. My chest heaved violently. It felt like It wasn't just a nightmare. it felt so real.