Surrendering To The Ravishing Sins

CHAPTER 1: The Cursed Inheritance

It was the beginning of my final year in college. My name is Elena, and I'm 21 years old.

There's a lot I wish I could forget about my life, but some memories are etched too deep.

I never knew my parents.

They died shortly after I was born—or, as my uncle and aunt put it, they died because of me.

I've lived with that throughout my whole life, the idea that my first breath stole theirs. I've asked myself countless times why it happened. Was it really an accident? Or did my arrival doom them?

The truth remains hidden, locked away in the silence of my family. No one speaks of it, and no one answers the questions that gnaw at me. Instead, they left me with whispers of guilt, telling me I was cursed from the moment I was born.

And maybe they were right. Sometimes, I feel it in the way people look at me a shadow in their gaze, like they see something dark following me. Or maybe it's just my imagination, twisting the world around me.

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FLASHBACK

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Until I was seven years old, I lived with my uncle and aunt. However, they grew so weary of me that they eventually told me outright they didn't want me anymore—not even as a burden.

They said they wished I would simply vanish, as if my soul had disappeared from the world entirely.

But there was something about our old ancestral home (which now belonged entirely to my uncle and aunt) that held me there, something I couldn't quite explain.

Strange things always happened in that house—unexplainable things—but no one ever seemed to notice them, or perhaps they chose to ignore them. Otherwise, why would anyone continue living there?

I was too young to understand anything except the fact that I had no one. My uncle and aunt wanted me dead, plain and simple. Despite not having any children of their own, they never treated me as one.

Before I could even grow old enough to consider taking my own life, something happened—my uncle had an accident, fracturing his hand.

My aunt's family took care of all the expenses, but when they saw me, they even suggested selling me off.

We were staying at my aunt's family home for my uncle's treatment. One day, my aunt's mother said something to her, and shortly after, my aunt told me, "You need to leave before someone comes and takes you away."

When I asked her what she meant, I didn't get an answer—just a slap. But I didn't leave.

Where could I go at seven years old? What could I even do? I couldn't make sense of anything. I just stayed there, frozen in fear and confusion.

For a while, nothing was done to me. No one even entered my locked room. Then one day, my aunt was leaving for home, and I went along with her.

As soon as we reached home, my aunt said to me, "Your uncle is going to stay… no longer."

"Huh? What are you saying, Aunt?" I asked, confused.

"Don't act stupid. You understood what I said," she snapped. "Your uncle is going to die. I'm sure of it."

"But... but..." I stammered, fear creeping into my voice. "It's just... just his hand that's fractured, right? How can someone die from that?"

"Just like your parents died," she spat, grabbing my hair tightly.

"You should die here too," she hissed. "I'm not taking responsibility for you anymore."

"So, Aunt, you're not here just to take something, are you?"

I asked, my voice shaking. "You… you have other intentions?"

Before I could even finish, she slapped me across the face. Laughing, she said, "You're smart, just like your mother. That's why I hate you even more."

"But yes, I didn't come here just to take things," she continued. "This house that your grandparents gave to their children—half of it belongs to your father and my husband. But since your father is dead, why should it go to you?" She laughed again.

"And now my husband might not be alive either... I've come to check on this house."

But then, she stopped, her gaze fixed on me, her eyes cold.

"There's something in this house, Elena…"

She said, her voice low, almost a whisper. "Have you ever felt it? You're just a child, naive, innocent, aren't you?"

"I don't know, Aunt," I said, looking down at the floor.

"This house… it's cursed."

"What? Cursed?" I asked, hearing those words for the first time.

"Curse... it's a curse, passed down through generations. A curse that will always cling to your house."

"What do you mean by this curse passed down through generations, Aunt?" I asked.

Your great-grandfather had two wives.

He forced the first wife into submission, and the second wife, who was beautiful, practiced black magic. Don't ask me what that means, she said, rolling her eyes.

Using black magic, the second wife completely controlled your grandfather to the point where he poisoned his mother. Back in those days, people weren't as educated, so the act wasn't properly investigated.

After the mother's death, your great-grandfather gave everything to the second wife. But he didn't completely abandon the first wife, perhaps because he still had some feelings for her since they had children together.

But the second wife didn't stop her black magic. She killed the first wife's son, your great-grandmother's son, in anger. When the first wife found out, she investigated and discovered the extent of the black magic being used in the house. In her rage, she showed your grandfather the truth.

Outraged, your grandfather tried to punish the second wife and even tried to kill her. But there was something strange about her—she wasn't fully human anymore, as if she had been possessed by some dark force. Even after his attempts to kill her, she still managed to strike back with a curse.

As much as I didn't understand all of this, I still wanted to listen.

Before dying, your second grandmother had said, "All the men in your family will bear my curse. They will marry, but they will die right after having children. If the man survives after the first child, then he'll die after the next one."

"Do you know why your uncle never gave me a child?" she asked. "Why don't I have any children yet? It's because your uncle doesn't want to die."

"Your father, on the other hand, wanted a child. And for that, your mother fought for you, giving you life. But even your father fell under the curse. He couldn't stop it."

"How your mother died, I won't tell you," she said, smiling cruelly.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"There's something in this house… whether it's real or not, but there's one curse here," she said, her tone chilling.

"Aunt… please, tell me, did my dad die because of that curse? And how did my mother die?"

"You fool, because of you..." she snapped. "And do you think I'll tell you everything just because you ask?"

"Mind your own business, little girl," she said, grabbing my hair and slamming me onto the ground.

"You think your father died so quickly because of one reason? Or maybe I didn't tell you the full story… Or maybe the curse I told you about wasn't the whole truth," she said, laughing loudly.

"And if you even think about asking your uncle, he'll strangle you," she threatened.

"This has remained a secret to you until now, and it will always remain a secret for you—how your parents really died," Aunt said with a sinister smile.

I thought I had finally figured out the reason behind my father's death, and I had started believing her words. But then, Aunt's new statements confused and scared me, as if, just like always, I had once again fallen into her trap.

Aunt, humming to herself, went into her room. I stood alone, asking myself questions, trying to find answers. What had happened to my parents?

A little while later... Aunt came out, carrying some things. "I'm going back to my house. Your uncle's there, but what will you do, little Elena?" she smirked.

"Whatever you say," I replied.

"You'll go to the orphanage, if you want to stay alive," she said coldly.

"But Aunt, I... I have to tell you something..." I started.

"Shut up," she cut me off. "You won't go against my will. And do you think I care about you?"

"If you go, I'll leave you alone at the orphanage. But if you want to walk towards your death, let me know," she said, laughing cruelly.

On her way to the orphanage, Aunt was talking to Uncle.

"I'm taking your niece to the orphanage. No one there will ask any questions, don't worry..."

"I've told her she'll go in through the gate by herself and tell them she has no one. If she says anything to anyone about us being her aunt and uncle but not wanting to keep her, she won't survive."

"What... did Uncle agree?" i asked

"Do you think he won't agree? Look, girl, you're not our responsibility. You can stay alive here at the orphanage."

"Understood?"

I nodded.

"I understand, Aunt."

"I don't want to stay with you two either," I said.

"I won't tell anyone anything."

I got out of the car and went straight to the orphanage.

I had nothing with me, and I didn't even believe anyone would take me in.

I didn't go inside. I just stood near the entrance, began to cry, and then stopped.

A tall woman, dressed in fine clothes, came out.

"What's happening? Who are you? Did someone leave you here?"

"No..." I replied.

"Tell me if someone left you, I can go to the police and help you," she said, offering assistance.

"No... I'm all alone. My parents died long ago..." I trailed off, still hesitant to tell her about Aunt leaving me here.

I thought staying here was the right choice. I didn't want to go back, so I decided I wouldn't tell anyone what had really happened.

"Girl, if you want to stay here, you can, but you'll have to follow the rules of this place," the woman said.

"And if you're hiding something, you can tell me whenever you're ready."

Saying this, she led me inside.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"I don't have a name," I replied.

"What? Okay, fine...

What if I call you Sofi?"

"Alright..."

"You agree so quickly."

I didn't say anything.

I just stayed quiet looking around, observing everything in this new place...

What's ur name? I asked looking up at the lady..

Miriam... She said looking down at me.

Oh, okay..i looked away and thank you for letting me stay here, Ms, Miriam.

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End of flashback.

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Sitting in my shared room with my roommates, I was looking out of the window, reflecting on the journey that led me here...

My mind was filled with so many thoughts.

To escape from Aunt and Uncle, I had kept my mouth shut for 20 years, but I still need to know how my parents died and what happened to Aunt and Uncle. Did Uncle really die the way Aunt said? Or was it part of their conspiracy against me?

Thinking about the past now, as I've grown older, I realize I was very foolish back then. But now, with all that I've been through, I understand what life really is. Everything I've endured has made me stronger.

Should I go to my grandparents' house? Will Aunt and Uncle be there? Or will there be no one?

What really happened in that house?

Was the curse real?