Episode3
859 Words
AMELIA’S POV
Just three more days, I told myself. Three more days and I’ll walk away from him forever.
I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “If that’s what you want.”
Damian smirked. “Good girl. Now get on your knees.”
The laughter in the room grew louder as I slowly sank down, every ounce of dignity I had slipping away.
Inside, I was breaking, but outside, I smiled.
Because in three days, I’d make sure Damian Blackwell regretted ever calling me his wife.
He glared at me, his voice sharp and venomous. “Don’t waste my time, Amelia. Or do you want to get me angry? Don't keep me waiting.”
I stared at him, disbelief burning through the pain already swelling in my cheek. “You’re serious?” I asked, my voice trembling. “You called me all the way here… just to lick your shoes? I left an important sign for this?”
Before I could move, his hand shot out. He grabbed me by the arm and shoved me hard.
I stumbled backward, hitting the edge of the glass table. It shattered beneath me, the sound of breaking glass slicing through the laughter that filled the room. Pain exploded across my back and arms as shards bit into my skin.
“Who do you think you are?” Damian’s voice roared over the music. “Do you think my company, Blackwell Enterprises, needs you? You’re nothing, Amelia. Just a product of Blackwell money. A mistake I can’t wait to erase.”
Damian’s hand shot out, gripping my face so hard it hurt. His voice dropped low, dangerous. “I own you, Amelia. You’re just a piece of trash. You have no right to walk away from me.”
His eyes burned into mine, wild and cruel. “And let me remind you,” he sneered, “you waste time obeying my orders again, you won’t like what happens. I’m losing my patience. Do it now.”
Before I could speak, he shoved me again, setting his feet in front of me like a king waiting to be served.
I stayed calm, silent, swallowing the scream trapped in my chest. Every word, every touch from him made my soul ache. Everything tied to you just makes me sick, I whispered in my heart.
On the floor, I could feel the sting of broken glass under my knees. My pride burned hotter than the pain.
“Crawl over here,” Damian ordered coldly, “and lick my shoes.”
My throat tightened. My eyes burned. But I didn’t move to argue, I couldn’t. If I spoke, I’d only make things worse.
So I crawled.
Each move felt like dying in slow motion. My hands shook as I bent forward, tasting metal, humiliation, and salt, the salt of my tears.
Just three more days, I told myself. Three more days, and all of this will end.
Laughter erupted around me. Damian’s friends clapped and cheered. He smiled, proud of his cruelty. Even Elizabeth, his so-called girlfriend and fellow tech genius, looked amused, crossing her arms like she’d been waiting for this show.
“Here’s your reward, Amelia,” Damian said mockingly. “You’re truly Damian’s obedient little puppy. You deserve something sweet.”
He picked up a slice of peanut cake and tossed it in front of me.
My stomach turned cold. “I… I can’t eat that. I’m allergic.”
Damian gave me one slow glance, the kind that said he didn’t care whether I lived or died.
“Eat it,” he ordered.
My hand trembled as I reached for it.
Damian’s smirk deepened, and before I could hesitate, he shoved it toward my mouth.
“Eat it,” he ordered again, his tone sharper than glass.
I swallowed, my chest tightening with fear. The moment the peanut touched my tongue, my throat began to burn. My breathing quickened, short, sharp gasps clawing at my lungs.
“P–please… hospital…” I rasped, clutching my neck. “Damian, take me to the hospital, please…”
But he only stepped back, his eyes cold and amused.
Laughter erupted from the room. His friends chuckled, clinking their glasses, and Elizabeth’s voice rang loudest.
“Your wife’s so dramatic, Damian. Look at her.”
Damian tilted his head, watching me fall to my knees again. “You’re disgusting, Amelia,” he said flatly. “Why don’t you just die already?”
Their laughter echoed as they walked away, leaving me gasping on the floor. My body shook violently, my vision blurring. The sound of glasses clinking and heels clicking faded into silence.
I was alone.
Helpless.
The world spun as I reached weakly for air, for anything, then darkness started to close in.
Just before everything went black, I heard a deep voice, calm and unfamiliar.
“Hey, stay with me.”
A shadow leaned over me. I tried to see his face, but my vision was fading too fast.
The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me whole was the faint outline of a man bending down… his hand brushing my cheek.
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