BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

32. TEAR MYSELF APART PART II

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My legs lifted from the bed to touch the ground.

I may have just been called for training, so, I pulled up my socks then wore my boots.

My body straightened up with the man still standing there.

My feet moved, walking past him as he turned and walked after me.

I walked up the steps and out to the cold morning, sure it was still far from four o'clock but always do as told.

My strides were fast, the man walking past me and leading the way.

My head was held high, as if I owned the place. Men walked about but with purpose, all seeming more serious than I had ever seen them, all heads bowed in respect.

My eyes wandered off to a Jeep which I guess we were going to. I frowned, the man opening the door and stepping aside.

What was happening? I did not even know we had a car in the Morgue, but again, the morgue could be a luxurious hotel if it wanted to.

I stepped inside, nodding my head to the man who shut the door after me, then turned away.

The jeep came to life, it soon moving with me not even daring to look back.

Was I finally leaving?

I did not know, but why did such dread fall on me?

I knew what was expected of me at the morgue. I knew what to wake up and do each morning. As wild as it was, it was safer than where I was going. My insides were erupting into chaos. My stomach turning with my heart threatening to kill me, but you could never guess.

I did not even know if I was blinking or not, just bumping around as the driver drove as if fighting with someone.

I hoped he fought better than he drove.

The way was rugged, nothing but trees all around us. Mud splattered all over the windows, branches slamming at the car. The road seemed none existent really, just driving where you thought you could fit the car. Cold crept into my skin, leaving it in chills with my lips blue for sure, yet I never shifted even once, sitting where I was with my eyes outside yet I was not even seeing, just staring.

I did not want to leave. I had found sanctuary in hell.

What would happen to me? I would not be trained this much just to sit in a house.

My hand moved on my thigh to the seat, feeling the cool leather just as the trees cleared out. The car drove in and turned only to stop.

My head turned around and there before me stood a large black jet.

I could not take my eyes off it because in my head I was asking if I was imagining things? The last time I stepped into that jet, I woke up in the most brutal place, a place I never would have even thought existed in the world.

The driver pulled the key out and got out of the car only to come to my door.

A part of me, a part of me I realized just then that I could never extinguish, was screaming for me to stay in the car, but I stepped out as soon as the door was opened.

The breeze was harsh, leaving my skin bruised more than it was, so cold it was shrinking.

My head tipped up, my body turning with me walking around the man and the car.

The matte beast was not far away, the sound deafening and I wished it could blow me away.

Each stride was one of confidence and dominance, as if I got this when I was far from it.

Was he there? That was the question that just kept coming to me over and over again.

I did not understand whether I was looking forward to seeing him or not, but I tried to rid of all my emotions and did what I had to.

There were men huddled just before the flight steps, them talking.

Two jeeps stood not far from them, all engines running.

The lights from the plane just made it all extravagant, having it look bigger than it probably was.

I marched to the three men there, already seeing who they were and my heart had stopped beating.

I did not know if I wanted to cry or scream. I did not know if I was happy or not.

A man stood before the other two. It was a man I knew from my old life. It was a man I had put as my beacon of hope, a man I told myself I was left with in my life, only him.

My shoulders were pushed back, reaching them and standing right behind the two men who had spent all their waking hour bending me to their desire.

All the pride, all the fun and games were gone with them standing, their heads bowed as they said out names. Some of the names I could recognize and some I could not.

Forget me, I was not there to all of them and I waited as if invincible to them.

Max finished what he was saying then came the voice I had not heard in a long time.

It was still as terrifying. It was still as if bleeding you alive with fear. I clenched my teeth and rooted myself because I was taught not to be scared. I was not scared of anything. He would either kill me or not and until then, I would not be scared at all.

“ Get them ready.” Azrail said, turning around with him walking up the steps to the jet that waited for him.

No words towards his bride, no spared looks.

The two men turned around and Max stopped to stare at me before bowing his head and walking away.

In our world there were no goodbyes. In our world you had to be ready to leave anytime; my things left behind—my necklace.

In my world, nothing was treasured. No relationship worth crying over as I took the first step up.

In my world you had to read between the lines, nothing spoken.

Azrail disappeared with me taking more steps up until I reached the last one. I wanted to look back, wanted to see Max one last time because, as much as I would fool myself, I would miss him.

I took a deep breath.

In my world you had to adapt to every situation and, once again, I would have to bend to be the wife of a murderer, the wife of the most dangerous person in the world who could wake up and deem me useless any day, thus taking my life just like that.

Once again, I had to rip away a part of me to play another role for a man I was bound to by force.