Ash's pov ;
I was about to grab his neck but he dodged and grabbed me by the shoulders, pinning me against the wall.
"Hey, easy there. You don't wanna ruin this beautiful face of mine, do you?" He grinned widely, his eyes filled with excitement clearly finding solace by tormenting me.
Sadistic fucker!
His smirk was infuriating, mocking, and entirely too smug. How dare he come here after everything he had done?
"Fuck off!" I spat, struggling against his hold.
"Tsk, tsk. Language, darling. You're in a prison, remember? It's not a place to play around," He brought his face closer to my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe.
"Shut up! Get out of here. Why are you even here, you bastard?!"
"To see you, of course. To see how my precious actor is doing," His smirk widened making me irritated even more, his grip on my shoulder growing tighter to keep me in place. "And I see, you have become feisty while staying here. I'll make sure to fix that. I don't like you talking back to me."
Musturing up my entire strength I pushed him away from me and glared daggers at him. "Don't you dare touch me. I'll tear your throat apart."
He laughed menacingly. "I would love to see that. But that'll have to wait. For now, we need to talk. Don't you want to get out of here?
My heart skipped a beat at his words.
"W-What did you just say?"
He took a step forward again causing me nervous than I already was, his smirk still in place. "I said, I'm here to get you out of here."
I instinctively took a step back and instantly he took another step forward. I don't know why he keeps getting close to me. The more I push him away, the closer he gets.
I breathed heavily and shook my head. "No, I don't believe you. This is probably one of your tricks, isn't it? You just want to torture me even more."
He rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips. He looked around with a satisfied air, as if he owned the place. "Oh, come now. Is that any way to behave toward your ex-husband?"
"Ex-husband?" I laughed bitterly. "You put me in here, Elijah. You ruined my life. You call that a marriage?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes twinkling with a dark pleasure. "Let's not be dramatic now. I merely facilitated the inevitable. You're in here because of your own actions."
"My actions?" My voice rose, echoing off the cold, concrete walls. "You and your little minion, Samantha, framed me!"
He raised a questioning brow. "Framed you? Do you even know the meaning of framing, my dear? It means to create false evidence," He tilted his head to get a close look at my face. My heart thundered in my ribcage.
"But is it really framing when you actually did it? Or are you denying that you never tried to kill your own sister and that you never pushed her? You did it, right? Admit it. I'm here to listen. If you do, I'll have a word with the lawyer and he'll release you. Come on, say it. Say that you did it. I want to hear it."
My head throbbed, my heart hammering against my chest. Sweat beaded down my forehead and I could feel myself trembling.
He stared at me expectantly, a sinister gleam in his eyes.
I bit the inside of my cheek and looked down. He already knows the truth and he has already made his judgement. Even if I tell him the real reason of why I did that, he won't believe me.
So, I stayed silent.
And spoke after a long while. I looked up at him through trembling eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. "Why, Elijah? Why go to all this trouble to destroy me?"
His expression hardened and he stared into my eyes for a long time as if he was searching for something in them. I felt uncomfortable but also couldn't dare to look away, it was as if I was hypnotized.
"Because you insulted me, Ash. You divorced me."
"That's not the real reason! You didn't love me!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. Why the fuck am I crying now? No, I can't show him my weakness, he would take advantage of it further. "You used me. You manipulated me. You destroyed me. I never wanted to divorce you. But you cheated on me! It's all your fault from the beginning!"
I huffed crazily when I stopped taking out my anger on him, and he just stared at me blankly, his face completely emotionless.
"So now..." I glared at him through my tears, my chest heaving with anger. "Tell me the real reason and stop bullshitting me," I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. "The.real.fucking.reason. Tell me the truth, Elijah. Why are you doing this?"
His eyes flickered with something—resentment, perhaps?—as he stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my face. "Yes, there is a reason. I'm surprised how quick you are to catch on to that."
I blinked in confusion. So, there's really a reason behind his torture. I was right. He's offended by something I had done. But what?
What could I have done to offend him so deeply? I racked my brain, searching my memories for any clue, any incident that might explain his hatred.
Was it something I said? Something I did? Why would he go to such lengths to devastate me? Our divorce had been messy, sure, but it wasn't that odd. People moved on, found new happiness. Why couldn't he let go? What was it about me that he couldn't forgive?
In the silence of the cell, my mind drifted back to our time together. The early days when we were married, before all the lies and deceit started. Was there something I missed? A moment where I have unknowingly pushed him too far?
However, no matter how hard I think. I couldn't recall anything that would make me deserve such treatment from him.
"What...is it?" I whispered as I could barely make out my voice, my throat felt dry and sore.
Suddenly, his eyes....they gleamed with malice.
"Ah!" I gasped as he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, pressing our bodies together. "W-What the hell?!" I stuttered, struggling against his grasp.
He gripped my chin so tightly that his fingers dug into my flesh, and I winced in pain. He purred, his lips curling into a predatory grin.
"Revenge," he let out as his devilish bold eyes looked deeply into mine, and for some reason, he appeared thousands of times more dangerous than ever.
I swallowed heavily as I tried to comprehend what he meant by revenge. I wanted to ask him, but all I could was open and close my mouth. I tried to hide my terrifying emotion, but my nerves made it impossible. I don't know what he's saying but just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine, let alone experiencing his revenge.
"W-What do you mean by revenge?" I nervously began to fidget around the hem of my jacket.
A sly smirk plastered on his face.
"You'll find out slowly what I mean, my little actor. But not today."
My heart pounded violently as he caressed my cheeks throwing my little bit of left sanity on the edge.
I pushed at his chest. "Don't touch me, it disgusts me!"
But his rough hands pulled me back to him and slammed his lips on mine. I pushed his chest harder, but he didn't budge. His tongue entered my mouth and roamed every inch of it. I squirmed and fought back, biting his tongue hard. He moaned, the bastard actually moaned at the moan, and it only turned him on more.
The taste of blood filled my mouth and I choked. I bit him again and he groaned in pleasure. I was losing consciousness and the edges of my vision blurred. But then he finally broke the kiss, letting go of me.
"You fucking-" I couldn't even finish my sentence when he grabbed my neck.
"Hated my touch? I don't think so. But if you really do so then I'm more tempted to have you. If you think it's torture, then I'll make it worse. Because this is only the beginning of your hell."
And those words echoed in my mind as I watched him in pure dread. He looked like he was possessed by a demon. I didn't even dare to make a sound or fight back.
"Now, I'm leaving you with two conditions if you want to get out. First, leave your boy toy forever and never meet him again, and second marry me again."
I couldn't believe what I heard. Is he fucking serious?
"Marry you again?! I won't ever marry you. And I will never leave Noah."
"Then rot here," He shrugged and turned his back on me.
"You have 6 hours to decide. I'll come back to get your answer. Until then, have fun staying here."
And with those words he left.