His Cruel Revenge

Chapter 3

Riya’s POV

“therefore I will just kill you now”

Fear crept inside my heart. I tried to push him away but couldn’t. He is very strong. I shut my eyes tightly due to fear, waiting for him to slice my throat but it never happened.

I opened my eyes, to find him smirking evilly. His smirk told me that he is enjoying my helplessness. He left my body and took two steps away from me.

My legs are shaking so badly because of fear, I couldn’t stand anymore and fell on the floor. My heart is still beating so loudly and a tear fell down from my eye.

I took few deep breaths to calm my rapidly beating heart. Once calmed I looked in those gray eyes which are staring at me with so much hatred that it gave me goosebumps.

“why… did you… do this?” I asked him. But he ignored my question and said, “Martha, show her to her room” and left.

Martha sat down beside me and patted my head gently, “are you okay child?”

I looked at her and saw her looking at me with pity and concern. I don’t like anyone looking at me with those pitiful eyes, “I am fine but who is he?” I asked her.

“He is Black sir's friend, Noah” she replied. So he is Black's friend but why does he hate me. Does Black knows his friend tried to kill me?

“Let's go, you should treat your wound and get some rest” she said. I can tell by her expression that she wanted to help me but couldn’t.

I nodded my head and got up from the floor. I followed her silently but the scene which took place a while ago is repeating in my head again and again.

‘who is he? Why was he looking at me with so much anger and hatred? Did I do something wrong?’ these questions are running in my mind.

“Goodnight Mam” I came out of my thoughts with Martha’s voice. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t realized we reached a room.

“You can call me Riya” I replied with a small smile. She seems like a nice woman. She smiled back.

“Uhh… I wanted to ask, is Black inside?” I asked her. I don’t want to meet him. Not after getting almost killed by his friend. Who knows what he will do to me?

Martha looked hesitant but said, “it is not Black sir’s room. It is just your room” she said looking down but a small smile made its way on my lips upon hearing her words.

“Thank you, goodnight” I said to her. She nodded and left.

I opened the door and entered inside. It is a medium sized room with a queen size bed in the middle, a dressing table and a closet. There is a couch and a coffee table at some distance from bed and a window on the left side.

Though it is a small room, I like it. At least I have my personal space. I am glad that I don’t have to share a room with Black.

I noticed my luggage is already here. I took out a t-shirt and a shorts and made my way to bathroom. I want to get rid of this wedding gown. I looked myself in the mirror and saw the wound on my neck. It’s not too deep. My face is covered with dried tears, eyes look dull and hairs messy.

I took a shower and treated my wound. I came out and lay down on the bed. I feel tired because of all the things that took place today.

“Why did he do this?” I muttered in confusion while tracing my wound on my neck.

Maybe because I am their enemies daughter. There is no other explanation I can thought of for almost killing me when we don’t even know each other.

‘Is it my fate? Do I have to face something like this everyday?’ I thought.

I came out of my thoughts with the sound of knock. I got down from bed to open the door.

I opened the door to find a maid in her late twenties standing.

“mam, Black sir is calling you in his room” she said politely but I felt like ground slipped from under my feet.

“Why?” I asked her trying to compose myself.

“I don’t know mam but we should hurry, sir don’t like to wait” she replied.

“Can you tell him that I am sleeping?” I requested. I don’t know why but I have a feeling like something bad is about to happen.

“No mam, I can’t lie, if I do I will get in trouble. Please mam, we should go now. Otherwise sir will get angry” she said and I saw hint of fear on her face. I don’t want to put her in trouble because of me.

Finding no escape I sighed and said, “lets go”.

She gave me a small smile and started walking, I followed behind her. With each step my heart beat is increasing. I don’t know why I am getting this scared. It’s not like I did something wrong, then why?

We reached near a grand door and the maid knocked on the door.

“Come in” I heard his reply. She opened the door and stepped aside for me to enter. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and walked inside.

“you can leave” he told the maid and she left after bowing in front of him. Now I am alone in this room with him.

He is sitting on the couch elegantly like a king with one leg crossed over the other with mobile phone in his left hand and a wine glass in right hand.

He is wearing a black T-shirt and black pants. He looks fresh like he has took a shower sometime ago.

He looks handsome but dangerous. The aura surrounding him is thick and it is causing my fear to rise. But I am trying not to show him any fear.

“You called me?” I asked him firmly when he didn’t say anything. He placed his phone on the coffee table in front of him and his eyes fell on me.

He is looking at me from head to toe with his dark eyes. I feel like he is striping me with his cold eyes. I crossed my hands over my chest and asked again, “why did you call me here?”

Again no answer.

Why isn’t he saying anything? What is going on in his mind?

This silence is killing me. But when he opened his mouth I wished he wouldn’t have. His one word caused my heart to beat as if it is running in a marathon. My eyes widened and asked in shock, “what?”

Maybe I heard him wrong but no I didn’t, because he repeated the same thing again.

“STRIP”

I instantly took a step back and said “ no, I won’t”

There is no way I will let him do anything to me Though we are married we are complete strangers. We don’t know anything about each other. We never talked with each other. And the first thing he says to me is to Strip.

“You won’t?” he asked with a raised brow while placing the glass on the table. His eyes have turned a shade darker because of anger. I shivered a bit because of his glare.

“I won’t” I said while taking few steps back. He stood up from his place and I instantly turned around to leave this room. I opened the door and took a step out.

A scream left from my mouth when he grabbed my hairs and pulled me inside and pinned me harshly on the wall beside door. My back hurt because of the impact.

Thump, thump thump….

My heart is pounding in my heart so loudly, I am sure even he can hear it. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away but he didn’t even budge. He held my both hands in his one hand and pinned them above my head.

“STOP” he yelled and I stilled. His voice hold such an authority that it forces you to obey him.

His free hand gripped my throat in a firm grip. My breath hitched when I felt his warm breath on my face. He is standing too close to my liking.

“if you want to keep breathing than you will do as I say” he said slowly yet dangerously looking directly in my tear filled eyes.

“And if you don’t….”he trailed off but I understood the hidden threat when his grip on my throat tighten cutting off my air ways. I wriggled to free my hands but my all efforts are going in vein. He is too strong for someone like me.

Tears started rolling down from my eyes and I am sure my face must have turned red as I am struggling to breath with his steel grip.

I felt my eyelids getting heavier. Before I could surrender to darkness, he left me. I would have fallen down on the floor if it was not for his hold on my hands.

I coughed hard and took as much air as I can. All the time he was looking at me with his dark emotionless eyes.

“Let me make this clear to you, just because I married you doesn’t mean you can go against me. You will do what I say” he said again poking my forehead with his forefinger with force that my head hit the wall. I hissed in pain but his words caused anger to build inside me.

“I am not your slave but your wife. You didn’t buy me from my dad but married me. I will do whatever I want. You can’t treat me like this” I said glaring at him while trying to free my hands from his tight grip which tightened even more upon hearing my words. I am sure it will leave bruise.

“You really think that I will consider a w***e like you as my wife?” He asked mockingly, “never” he added with venom dripping from his voice.

His words hurt me but I didn’t show it to him.

“Then why did you marry me?” I asked. Upon hearing my question his face hardened and jaw clenched. He held my jaw tightly and said, “so that I can make you suffer. So that I can break you completely before killing you”

His words held promise and his eyes told me that he will do what he said.

Pure fear filled inside my heart upon hearing his words. A cold shiver ran down from my spine thinking about what he is planning to do with me.

“Why, what have I done to you?” I asked trying to fight my tears. The amount of hate I am seeing in his eyes, there has to be a reason for this hate.

“you should try remembering what you did to me. But I promise you Riya, I will punish you for your sins. I will make your life a living hell, you will regret the day you were born” he said dangerously.

I was trying to process his words when he held my arm and pushed me on the bed. Before I could even realize what is happening, he hovered over me and tore my clothes.

I gasped in fear and tried to cover my body with my hands. Fresh tears started flowing down from my eyes.

“Don’t… do this Black...” I couldn’t complete my sentence when I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek. He just slapped me.

“Don’t take my name b***h and don’t you dare make a sound” he shouted and started kissing me on my neck. I tried to push his heavy figure but he pinned my hand beside my head on the bed. He is biting and sucking on my skin.

“Aah…” I cried out in pain when his teeth bit me on my shoulder. He tore my bra and pinched my n****s with his fingers. I tried to push him away from my one hand as he is still holding my other one.

“Let… go… ple..ase” I pleaded but my pleadings are going on deaf ears. Suddenly he left me and got down from the bed. I saw him taking off his clothes.

Terror filled inside my heart realizing what is about to happen. I gathered all the courage and got down from the bed and tried to leave this room. I could take only few steps when he held my arm tightly and once again pushed me on the bed.

“Please… don’t…… do this” I begged again. He hovered over me and said, “why sweetheart, haven’t you warmed many men's bed in past then why are you acting all innocent? It doesn’t suit a w***e like you” he said playing with my breasts.

He is right, I have warm many men’s bed before. ‘Does it make me a w***e?’ I thought

“Aah….” An ear piercing scream left from my mouth when he entered inside me in one go, tearing me apart.

No, I am not a w***e. I am not enjoying this neither I have enjoyed any men's touch, ever.

All the time I just felt disgusted. Just like today, I felt like I was getting raped all the time when those men touched me.

“How… will…you… feel… if if.. someone….. did something…. like this… to…your sister?” I asked him in between hiccups.

Upon hearing my words his entire demeanor changed. His eyes turned the darkest shade of Black and his jaw clenched.

His hand made contact with my face. He slapped me again. I tasted my blood. He fisted my hairs and brought my face closer to his.

“Don’t you dare ever talk about my sister, if you do..” he pulled my hairs tightly. My scalp started burning because of pain.

“I will beat you to death and I promise there won’t be any hesitation or mercy” he said those words with so much darkness that I shivered. He left my hairs and started thrusting inside me violently causing me to scream with each thrust.

“My sister is not a w***e like you” he said in my ear and bit me harshly.

All night he was using my body to please himself without caring about my pain. After some time I realized he won’t stop until he gets what he wants and I can’t stop him even if I want to.

I felt so exhausted that I stopped struggling and let him do whatever he wanted. My throat was aching so much because of crying and screaming all night. He came inside me for more than four times.

Finally he left me and got down from the bed.

“Get out” he said. I took few deep breaths before trying to sit up. My whole body is aching so much. My clothes are scattered on the floor. I can’t wear them as they are torn but still I picked them up and wore them with great difficulty.

All the while I felt a burning gaze on me but I never for once looked in his direction. He is a complete monster. Whatever I had heard about him is right. He is cruel, heartless man.

I limped towards door and opened it, but before leaving I turned around and as assumed he was looking at me with his dark eyes. There is not even as ounce of guilt or regret on his face.

“A woman is not considered a w***e if she is being raped Mr. Stone. Remember that, I am not a w***e but you are a rapist. Because yesterday night you raped me, your own wife” saying these words I left his room.

Thankfully I remembered the way to my room. I directly went inside bathroom and turned on the shower and sat down on the floor. I want to wash away his touch from my body.

All I am feeling is disgust. Warm tears are rolling down from my eyes but I didn’t make any attempt to wipe them and let them fall.

After sitting under water for almost an hour scrubbing my entire body, harshly so that I can remove this feeling of his disgusting touch but it is not helping.

After the shower I stood in front of mirror and fresh tear filled inside my eyes looking at all the marks on my body.

That monster marked my entire body. There are so my black and blue bit mark. His fingers are printed on my cheeks because of his harsh slaps.

I wiped my tears. I won’t cry. Crying won’t help me. He said he will make my life living hell and I have no intention of bearing his monstrous behavior.

On the first opportunity I will get I will run away.

I won’t let him torture me like my father did. I couldn’t escape dad but I will escape Black,

Definitely.