I won't be controlled by you," I declared, my voice steady and defiant. "I am not your property. And neither do I belong to you!"
"You will do as I say," Marcus repeated, taking another step toward me, forcing me to move backward against the wall. His lips forcefully found themselves on my neck, sucking and biting as though it were some kind of food.
"Get off of me!" I screamed, struggling to pull away.
A strange look crossed his face as he removed his mouth from my throat, and then he laughed, the sound low and menacing.
"You're feisty aren't you, my dear? Well, we shall see how feisty you are once I've gotten inside of you."
With those words, he slammed himself against me, his lips covering mine as he tried to ravish me. But despite the overwhelming need, I refused to submit, I couldn't allow him to take me like this; he'd only use me.
"No!" I protested as his hands reached under my sweater to touch my bare skin, my body trembling with the desire to comply.
"Let go of me, Marcus! Let me go!" I pleaded, attempting to escape his grip, pushing him off, and trying to break free from him. But it seemed that I was no match for his brute strength.
As I struggled, Marcus grabbed me roughly, wrapping both arms tightly around my waist, crushing my body against his.
The next thing I knew, pain exploded through my shoulder as Marcus thrust his fist straight into it, causing me to cry out in pain.
Before I could recover from my surprise and attack him in response, Marcus's hold loosened and he released me. I fell, hitting my head on a sharp corner of the bedpost, and everything went black.
* * *
My eyes saw a blurred vision of everything. I was in that kind of a state where you don't quite see what's right in front of your face and don't feel the ground beneath your feet. My mind was on cloud nine, floating above all else.
The sounds I didn't know where they came from continued to produce echoes in my ears. My head felt like it was on fire. The world was spinning as if it were underwater. Everything was just dark.
The voice from a further distance called my name not once but too many times in a row. It sounded like a faraway echo or maybe that was the sound of my heart beating loudly against my ribs and chest.
"Camila," I couldn't recognize the owner of the voice. There was nothing there to identify me. "Camila!"
I opened my eyes just enough so that I could see a hand reaching out towards me. A hand with long, huge tan fingers. As I looked at them more, they began to come into focus. They were attached to a man who caused me harm the last time I was awake.
A quick flashback of what happened right before I fainted circled my mind. I wanted to scream, to cry and shout, but the pain kept me silent. I was trapped in this house where nothing made sense.
Marcus never made sense. A man who appeared less than a week ago and played the hero and a villain at the same time. Only God knew how much I wished to see my mother. How I wished to hold her hand especially right now.
She would tell me that everything would be alright and that we were going to find our family. Marcus was a horrible person, a bully, and a liar. I hated him so much. For hurting us and hurting me. For ruining Pablo and me.
Suddenly, I heard the door open, followed by footsteps and soft breathing. My eyes widened when I realized that someone had entered the room. I didn't dare to move, afraid that if I did, they would notice me.
"Hello?" a male voice said softly. "Are you awake?"
I remained silent, hoping he would leave.
"I'm sorry," Marcus said. His facial expression was now different. He was soft unlike before. Something that made me question his personality. Why was he like this?
Was there any difference? Or was this just the way he looked in the shadows?
He slowly approached me. I bit back a yelp as he gently cupped my face in his large hands and turned it towards his. It was hard because of the swelling, but he managed to lift my chin.
"I know I was cruel. I'm sorry. I should not have done that," Marcus whispered, his brown eyes piercing through mine.
I felt myself nod and a sob escaped my nose as I buried my head into his chest. I was scared and confused. What did all of this mean? Was this some kind of elaborate joke? A way to keep me locked up here while he slept?
If that was the case, I wasn't going to let him win. I was scared as hell but I knew I wasn't going to stay quiet and pretend like he hadn't hit me. Sooner or later, or maybe early in the morning, he would tire of pretending he was sorry for me. He would hit me again and maybe this time, he wouldn't even bother to ask for forgiveness.
"I can't believe I've caused this swelling on your shoulder," Marcus said, his eyes traveling over it.
"But it's treated now," he added with a smile, tracing the bruise with his finger. I shuddered at the sensation. He traced over the scar and kissed it tenderly.
I wanted to run, anywhere. I even wished to jump out of the window even though the room was on the second floor.
"Can I touch you more?" Marcus asked, his hands moving upwards until they brushed against my breasts.
I shook my head desperately. Please leave me alone. Leave me alone. Just fucking leave me alone, please!
"Okay, okay." His voice sounded disappointed like he wanted to say something else but something changed this time. In that darkness, I could still sense his evil smirk. He released this cold air that caused goosebumps in my heart.
"There's only one way for me to let you sleep in peace today. Let me do what I want in your body or you will regret you ever existed,"
"What?"
And he was back. His evil smirk turned to a laugh, "Did you think that was me?"