Warning🚫🚫: this chapter contains forceful sexual scenes, that may not be suitable to all viewers. Feel free to skip this chapter and move on to the next one. Readers descretion is advised.
I slowly awoke, my eyelids feeling heavy as I struggled to open them.
As consciousness began to seep in, the thought that crossed my mind was, "Had I already reached heaven?"
I blinked several times, trying to make out my surroundings through the haze of drowsiness.
It took a moment for the sleep-induced fog to clear, and I realized I wasn't in heaven, but in Liam's room.
Panic surged through me, and I swiftly rose from the bed, my heart racing.
I had to get out of there.
I made a beeline for the door, my hand reaching for the knob, only to find it twisted shut.
I whirled around in frustration, and my eyes met Liam's.
His face wore a mischievous smile, and he was dressed in a baggy, loose-fitting white top and pants.
I took a step back, my eyes darting nervously between him and the door.
"Where do you think you are going?" he asked, his voice teasing, but with a hint of something more in his tone.
"My room, duh," I responded, attempting to sound confident as I reached for the door again, only to find it still locked.
I spun around to face Liam, feeling a flicker of apprehension.
"Let me out," I implored, my tone more forceful.
Liam chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.
He suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of me, his presence unsettlingly close.
My breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.
"I wouldn't, no matter how much you beg me to."
In that moment, a surge of fear swept through me, and I realized I might not be leaving Liam's room anytime soon.
"W-what do you m-mean?" I asked.
"You know what I mean," he said softly, his arms encircling me in a sudden and unexpected embrace.
I tensed up, trying to pull away, but his hold was tight and secure.
"Why did you do that?" he inquired.
"What are you talking about?" I glared at him, my eyes locked on his intense gaze, my brows furrowed in anger.
"What I did was right! Why did you force yourself on me without my consent, despite knowing how much I despise you?" I shouted, my hands on his chest.
"How hurtful it is to know how much you want to kill me."
His words seemed to hint at a depth of pain I couldn't quite grasp.
"W-well, w-why don't you j-just let me kill you to m-make things easier, h-huh?"
His embrace tightened in response, making my heart flutter.
Slowly, he released me from his grip, our eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.
His expression held a hint of sadness, and I derived a sense of pleasure from it.
My eyes widened in fear as he suddenly lifted me up in his arms and turned towards the bed.
"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered, struggling to break free, but his grip was too tight.
He laid me gently on the bed, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made my heart race a million times faster.
I sat up swiftly, my palms feeling cold as if I had just plunged them into ice.
"I won't spare you, Liam, don't even think of it," I threatened, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"Stay away!"
"Don't come any closer!'
I edged away as he climbed into bed and crawled towards me.
I retreated backwards as he drew near, my arms trembling.
"When I first saw you," he said, his voice low as he closed in.
"I instantly became obsessed with you."
I shook my head, my breath coming out in shaky gasps.
"And in that moment, you belonged to me."
His words hit me like a bullet, sending me tumbling back onto the bed.
As I tried to rise, he pinned me down, his arms braced on either side of my head.
My lips parted slightly, quivering as I pleaded, "P-please let me go."
He smirked, an action that made my heart ache.
I felt he had no intention of letting me go, and the thought of the horrible things he might do to me was terrifying.
My chest heaved as I gazed at him with pleading eyes.
His gaze showed no sign of pity, only a longing expression and a glint that filled me with hopelessness.
"Those pleading eyes of yours only add to my hunger for you."
My eyes widened at his words, and I shook my head, trying to push him away with my hands on his chest.
"N-no, no," I stuttered, my voice trembling.
He didn't flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on me.
"Let me go," I whispered softly.
Instead of releasing me, he leaned in closer, his breath a ticklish sensation above my lips, sending shivers down my spine.
"You know this isn't right, Liam. Intimacy like this only happens between couples."
He inched even closer, his nose brushing against mine.
"Then let's get married."
"Married? We can't get married," I protested, trying to push him away, but he didn't budge.
"Why not?"
"Marriage is based on love, and we don't love each other. I hate you, and you hate me. This is just a reaction to what happened when we attacked the village."
He suddenly rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes.
"That's not it, Layla."
"That's exactly it!"
His voice was tinged with a hint of sadness as he reopened his eyes.
"The hate has gone deep, hasn't it?"
"It really has!"
A small smile played on Liam's lips as he gazed deeply into my eyes.
"Layla, I love you," he confessed, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"What?!"
"N-no, you can't m-mean that. You h-hate me."
"I don't hate you, Layla. I love you. I love you so much, and I'll never stop loving you."
"Isn't this too soon? You hate me, this must be some sort of trap. I'm not falling for it!"
"It's not a trap, Layla. I'm hurt when you say you hate me or try to kill me. It hurts me deeply."
"The truth is, you deserve..."
He silenced me with a gentle kiss.
My heart skipped a beat as I remained frozen, my mind reeling like it had sunk to the depths of the ocean.
Panic seized me, jolting me back to reality, and I found myself enveloped in his warm, tight embrace.
"Stay away from me," I pleaded, pushing against his chest, but he only held me closer, his grip unyielding.
My voice rose in desperation as I yelled, "Stay away, Liam!"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled against his hold.
He suddenly pulled away, his eyes gazing at me with a mixture of both Anger and desire.
I could feel his breath on my skin as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches away from mine.
"Don't push me away," he whispered.
And then, without warning, his lips met mine in a forceful kiss.
I pushed against Liam's chest, trying to break free from his embrace, but his hold was strong.
The turmoil of emotions inside me threatened to overwhelm as I fought against the kiss, my mind racing with fear and anger.
"hmmm," I tried voicing out, but his lips on mine couldn't let me.
He reached for my hands on his chest and pinned them above my head.
Then he forced his tongue into my mouth, and sucked mine.
"L..IAM."
"St...p."
He finally pulled away and brought his gaze to meet mine.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Why do you keep forcing yourself on me again?"
He didn't respond, his eyes darkening with desire.
He pulled my jacket off, despite my pleas and struggles, and kissed me all over my body.
His lips burned with an intense passion as he made his way behind my back and started unzipping my dress.
"Liam, wait a minute," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.
I squirmed and struggled, but he held me firm, his eyes fixed on mine with a piercing Intensity.
"Let's talk about this, please," I begged.
"You can't keep doing this to me."
"Of course, I can," he whispered into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine and making my skin crawl.
"But...but..."
He fully unzipped my dress, his fingers moving deftly despite my attempts to stop him.
I struggled to push him away, but he was too strong, and he forcefully pulled the dress off my shoulders.
My struggles were futile, and he exposed me in only my underwear.
"Liam, please don't do this."
My mind began racing with the unbearable thought of him forcing himself on me again, the pain of earlier still fresh in my mind.
"Please, Liam, this isn't nice. You'll hurt me."
"You said you love me, didn't you? So why would you want to cause me pain again?"
"If you truly have feelings for me like you say you do, then don't do this."
I was surprised he stopped to listen.
He kept his intense gaze on me for a moment, his facial expression already scaring me.
Please don't do it, please don't do it, please don't...
He stripped off my bra and began sucking my nipples, his mouth hungry and demanding.
I thought...I thought...confusion creept in.
My heart froze as his lips touched my skin, his tongue licking my nipples, causing a ticklish sensation.
"Liam..." I moaned, tears streaming down my face.
I covered my face with my hands, feeling ashamed.
It was pointless to fight anymore. This man had already taken my virginity and seen me naked, so what was the point of resisting?
I cried silently, feeling him pull away and coming back on me again.
He raised my knees, then dipped something into my poony, and began pushing and pulling out for some time, until a warm sensation escaped from me.
Something then unexpectedly forced into me, sending me screaming in pain.
"Ahh!"
"Liam stop!" I screamed, my voice hoarse from all the crying.
But my words fell on deaf ears.
Why was he doing this to me?
What had I done to deserve this?
Why?
I laid on the bed motionless, as he jolted me repeatedly.
My face was dull with tears, and my eyes stared at the ceiling.
Why had this happened?
Had we made a mistake by coming here in the first place?
Should we have just listened to our parents and continued our lives by the wall?
Hot tears streamed out as I felt Liam pull a blanket over me.
He lay next to me, massaging my cheeks with his hand.
"You shouldn't cry, okay?" he whispered.
But instead, I cried out loudly, covering my face with my hands.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..." The words kept repeating themselves.
The pain in my chest was so deep that I felt like even crying out my eyes wouldn't be able to heal it.
"Layla," Liam called softly, "look at me."
I didn't obey, I wept continuously, my body shaking uncontrollably.
He gently turned my face to meet his gaze, and my hands dropped slowly as he did.
"You're a heartless monster. I hate you, Liam. I hate you so much."
I pushed his arm away from my cheek and turned to lie sideways, sobbing for many reasons, including my own existence.
His arms then wrapped around me while I lay there, his gentle breath on my neck.
"Haaa," he sighed, "don't cry."
"Leave me alone!"
"No," he responded, holding me even tighter.
"What do you want from me? Why do you do this?"
"First of all, Layla, there's simply nothing you can offer me except yourself, and for the second question, it's because I love you."
"No!" I yelled.
"no you don't. Just leave me alone. You're a demon, a beast, a demonic monster"
I felt his grip loosen.
"Let's get you into the tub," he said, slowly rising.
"I'm not going anywhere with you. Leave me alone!"
I raised the blanket over my head.
But he pulled the blanket away from me, and then he gently and effortlessly carried me in his arms.
"Didn't I tell you that I am not coming? Are you deaf?"
He didn't respond, his gaze unwavering as he carried me towards a door.
With a gentle push, the door swung open, and he stepped into the room.
My breath caught at the sight before me - the space was vast and exquisitely beautiful.
Liam moved towards a large, white circular thing filled with water and delicate roses floating on the surface.
Was this what he had called a tub?
Without hesitation, he lowered me into the warm, fragrant water, stepping in after me.
The sensation was like being enveloped in a small river; the soothing heat and floral scent wrapped around us.
I rested my chest against the edge of the circular tub, my hands folded on the smooth surface as I tried to focus on the sensation of the water around me, striving to ignore Liam's presence.
Lost in thought as the warm water enveloped me, I felt Liam's gentle touch as he began to scrub my back with a soft sponge.
"Let me be."
"I don't need your help."
He didn't listen but continued scrubbing around my body, his touch light.
He slowly turned me around, and continued working his way over the rest of my body with care.
Despite my attempts to ignore his gaze, I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me as he worked.
After a few moments of silence and the sound of water gently sloshing around us, Liam sank himself into the water.
I wondered if he was dead, knowing it was unlikely since the water wasn't that deep.
He suddenly appeared so close to me, his hands wrapping around my waist.
I looked away, and he chuckled.
"What's funny?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said, pulling me closer to rest on his chest.
My gaze shifted to the floating roses behind him as he began massaging my waist with his warm hands.
His hands slowly slid upward, rubbing my back, then back down to my waist, repeating the motion.
Any thoughts of resistance or surrender were now moot, as he had already taken possession of my body.
Then, he turned me around, his head resting on my shoulder, and my back pressed against his chest.
His hands remained on my waist, and he continued massaging my belly, moving upward to my chest, his fingers tracing gentle circles on my skin.
He caressed every part of my body, his touch soft and seductive.
After he finished, he used another sponge to scrub every inch of his own body, his eyes never leaving mine as I watched.
I couldn't deny that he looked captivating, but my resolve remained unwavering - I was determined to kill him, no matter what I had to endure.
He sank into the water again, but this time with his head floating on top, likely to rinse off the soap, his gaze still fixed intently on me.
I shifted my gaze, blinking continuously as I looked for anything else to focus on besides Liam.
My gaze drifted back to him as I heard the sloshing of water, and my eyes widened in surprise as I saw him stepping out, naked!
I instantly looked away, my gaze shifting uncontrollably as my heart raced.
I had never actually seen him without clothes, even when he forced himself on me, as my tears always blurred my vision, and I wasn't interested in looking at him either.
But still, something drew my gaze back to him.
My eyes widened once more as he walked around the tub, his slender, seductive masculine body glistening with water, accentuating his curved physique.
The way the water highlighted his body made him appear ethereal, truly beautiful.
I instantly averted my gaze as he stood next to me - I couldn't bear to look further.
"Let's go," he said, sending my heart racing.
I gulped hard, my eyes fixed on the water, "uhm..."
"Are you shy?" he asked, his tone hinting at amusement.
I raised my head to meet his gaze, but quickly looked away, my eyes inadvertently landing on his private area.
I was at a loss for words, so I remained silent.
But I had to get out too.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly stood up, my head still downcast.
The cold air enveloped me, and I crossed my arms over my chest, not just because I was naked but also due to the chill.
I turned to face Liam, my eyes downcast, and stepped out of the tub.
For some reason, I felt shy as he gazed at my body.
He turned around and walked away, only to return swiftly with two towels.
I quickly shifted my gaze back down, swallowing hard.
"Here you go," he said, offering me a large, white towel.
He had one tied around his slender waist as well.
I accepted the towel and wrapped it around my chest, and Liam chuckled.
"What?" I asked.
He gently shook his head, a smile lingering on his lips.
"Let's go," he said, his voice almost like a whisper.
"Okay," I said, nodding.
He reluctantly tore his gaze away from me as he turned around and began walking.
I followed closely behind him until we exited the bathroom.
He pushed open the door next to the bathroom and stepped inside.
Before stepping in, I noticed a fluffy rug on the floor and quickly dried off my wet legs before stepping further into the room.
"I'm not sure I have any feminine clothes," Liam mused, his long wet hair sticking onto his face as he made a thoughtful expression.
"You can wear mine instead, I don't mind," he finally said.
"I want to go back to my room and change into something," I suggested, crossing my arms.
Liam shook his head, his smile playful as he gently tapped my nose with his index finger.
"No, you won't," he said, his tone teasing.
"You'll wear my clothes instead - you'll look great in them."
I scoffed and looked away, skeptical, but then returned my gaze to him and watched as Liam's eyes wandered around the room, and then settled on a rack of clothes.
He walked over to it and plucked out an outfit, then returned to me, holding out a big black long-sleeve shirt and short.
"You can wear these," he offered.
I shook my head, "No."
"I'll make you wear them."
I huffed in annoyance, and then reluctantly took the clothes from him.
"Let's head back to the bedroom," he suggested.
I turned around and began walking to the exit door, with Liam following closely behind.
In the bedroom, Liam walked over to his mirror and picked up a brown glass bottle from the table.
He pressed something, causing a white substance to emerge.
"Come here," he called to me.
"Why?"
"To rub this on you," he explained, approaching me with the unfamiliar substance in his hands.
"I can do it myself."
"No, I'll do it," he insisted, already standing in front of me.
"I have hands."
"But you didn't stop me the other time in the bathtub," he said, pouting.
"And you didn't stop me when I begged you. That proves you're a monster."
"I'm not a monster," his brows furrowed, "don't call me that."
"If you're not a monster, why do you do that?"
"It's because...I have to."
"What do you mean you have to?"
"Mating."
"Mating?"
"I had to find a partner for sexual intimacy, and you were the perfect one."
"That's rape!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, it's not dear. You're mine, remember? That counts."
"No, it doesn't. And I'm not yours," I asserted, crossing my arms and looking away.
"Yes, you are, and you know it."
"So you should stay away from other guys and not make me jealous, okay?"
"You'll see, I'll make you hate me so much that you'll have no other choice but to throw me out. And when you do, I'll have found out so many things about you and use them to bring you ruin."
"Don't say that," Liam said, his voice soft and gentle as he applied the substance to my skin.
The texture felt soothing, and the fragrance was enchanting.
But I refused to let any of it mesmerize me.
He pulled me towards the mirror, standing behind me as I took in my reflection.
Our eyes met in the mirror, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.