My Perfect Love Story

Chapter 10: Reality

August 18, 2021

12:00 am

The Unknown

I felt numb. The internal heat that was once there is gone. Not even the warmest, snuggly cover can fill the warmth that has diminished in my body. I was astonished by what was shown to me. What worried me the most was the trails Michael had on Amira and Myra. Although they didn't appreciate our friendship, I still love and care for them. I couldn't feel anything, the only thing I could feel was the sharp, tingly sensation through my body.

I didn't know what overtook me but I just felt a heavy pit in my stomach. I didn't know how to deal with it so I began to cry. My silent weeps deafened any noise from my ears. I didn't hear the bedroom door open and close, I just felt a dip in the bed. His cologne was very strong, there were moments when my nose couldn't deal with the lovely scent. There were also moments when I wanted to snuggle into his chest, taking in as much of his scent as my nose could muster.

His cold fingers rubbed against my forearm as I tried my best not to flinch. I thought my body was cold but his hands were like ice. He noticed how stiff my body was and laid butterfly kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes in fear of succumbing to his trap. He knew my weak spots, he knew how to get me on edge. Actions took over the room as it stayed silent the entirety of the physical moment. No one said a word, we barely made eye contact. it made me nervous.

"Why so tense, darling?" His soft, firm lips moved against my neck. His tongue lightly flicking the skin above my carotid artery. My breath hitched before I controlled myself and scooted away from him cautiously. He didn't like that, but he decided to stay silent. "Will I ever go back home?" He gripped my thigh tightly and pulled me roughly towards him. "This is your home, love." Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I struggled to accept my new reality.

"This will never be my home," I started., "My home is in my condo, away from you!" Michael chuckled deeply as I spoke aggressively. I can only imagine what's going through his head as his smile grew wider. He stood up from the bed and began pacing across the room. "What shall I do with you, love?" He calls me endearments that will fool any other woman in the world. "Let. Me. Go!" The anger I felt was replaced with disbelief as Michael slapped me hard. 

I knew it would leave an instant bruise as my face stung deeply. I refused to let him see me cry."You will respect me! It is just a matter of time when you realize that you can never leave me. I worked too hard to get you here! I'm trying to give your ungrateful ass a better life! Stop testing me!" He gripped my shirt roughly and yelled in my face. His spit splattered across my face as I cried helplessly.

He let go of me while breathing heavily. "I n-never asked to be hh-here," I stuttered scared to even look at the obsessive, crazy man. "Shut the hell up, I don't care what you asked for. Be lucky I'm giving you the leverage to even talk right now." What is that supposed to mean? My smart mouth will be the death of me. I feel like I am underestimating how dangerous this man is. "W-Who are you?" The chuckle that was released from his throat was the most menacing noise I have ever heard from him. 

"I am the only man who will ever love you." He said with a mocking smile on his face. He knows what he's doing to me. He's talking in riddles is causing me to have anxiety. I can feel my chest rising rapidly as I grow nervous about the things this man will do to me. "Now how about you freshen up, put on something nice, and meet me in the dining area. And I won't be repeating myself." He caressed my cheek as he spoke softly into my ear, the fantasy of gentle words being spoken is astronomical. When will I be able to face this reality?

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The bathroom was stunning. It had such a dark aesthetic to it, but it draws your attention. There was not a speck of dirt found nowhere in the room, the granite countertop and walls brought a calming mood in the room. The bath glistened in white and I perceived the shower to be untouched. After taking what I wanted to be a soothing bath, I made my way to the walk-in closet. I was shocked to find the closet filled with luxurious, classy, and casual clothes. None of them seemed to be mine, but they were all my size. Did he prepare this for me? How does he know my size? Why am I overthinking this, it's not like I'm hard to shop for."

I decided to wear a black 'Where's The Food' Round Neck T-Shirt and Red Track Shorts. I ignored the fact that most of the undergarments were lace or silk and got dressed. I sighed deeply at the feeling of comfortability. As much as I hate to admit it, these clothes remind me of home and peace. I left the room and groaned quietly. This house was built like a maze. There were so many deep turns and rooms, I didn't know where to go. I've watched too many horror movies to know what happens when you're curious, so I stayed away from closed doors and just walked straight.

Being street-smart benefits people a lot because I finally made it to the dining room. I stood at the entrance, frozen in shock, seeing a room filled with tall, masculine men. There were also women in the room, many of them were arm candy for the men. Also, there were women, maids I presume, in the kitchen preparing food. 

As I looked around the room, I noticed that everyone was dressed formally. I looked down at my attire and blushed in embarrassment. I looked up to see all eyes on me. At least it felt like all eyes were on me when those dark pair of grey eyes were staring deep in my soul. His glare spoke volumes, when I looked around the room, I noticed many women were giving me disgusted looks while the men had amused, lustful expressions on their faces.

Just Great! This is nothing compared to my reality. I need to find a way out of this upside-down fairytale.

                                                                        ~The Perfect Love Story~