Forbidden Mate

Chapter 4

Oscar

Reluctantly, I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I began to fill the tub with warm, inviting water and dialed up my favorite bath service. Within minutes, a team of experienced spa attendants arrived to provide me with the most luxurious bath I've ever had.

As I emerged from the tub, I headed to my massage room, eager for the next step of relaxation. I lay face down on my massage table and let out a gentle groan as the masseuse's expert hands rolled over my back, providing the best massage I've ever had

"Servant!" I called out, beckoning one of my faithful staff members who had been waiting in the room. "Get my robe ready; I'm heading to the woods after this message," I commanded, as he quickly scurried to my wardrobe. I never knew their names, and I didn't care to ask. Why bother when I could just call them servants?

"Hurry up, I've got something important to take care of!" I shouted dramatically, although I had no real plans other than to find some escape and see if I could hear the voice of the moon goddess. With that, I wrapped my robe around me and stepped out into the night.

I shouted as I leaped onto my horse, "I'd be going alone!" in a tone that was both authoritative and intimidating. The guards, taken aback by my sudden outburst and the ferocity of my words, reluctantly backed away and returned to the mansion.

I had made it clear that I would not be followed, and they knew they had no choice but to obey. I galloped my horse away, eager to escape the confines of the mansion and venture into the woods.

I chose to ride my horse rather than drive a car, as I wanted to avoid the risk of a flat tire that could potentially delay my journey. With the wind in my hair and a newfound sense of freedom, I rode into the night, never looking back.

**

Beverly

Fear gripped me as my heart raced faster and my eyes shut tightly to make the nightmare stop. I begged the moon goddess to save me, knowing that only she could get me out of the mess I was in.

Patricia and her friends wouldn't hesitate to tear me to shreds with the same knife I had used to stab Annette in my imagination

Annette's voice was like acid, cutting through my skin as she shouted, "Are you deaf?" Have we now become part of the same category where you don't answer when you are spoken to?

"Answer me, you fool!" She slapped my face and pulled my hair as she spoke. I wanted to run away and end my miserable life, but I wanted Annette to die shamefully before I did.

I had no idea what I could say to save myself; I had no idea why fate had cursed me with such a cruel destiny or why I had to pay for the sins of my ancestors.

Desperately, I pleaded for mercy again, but this time I was more composed. I had to find the right words; I had to answer their questions and prove my innocence.

I could feel the pain of their abuse, the humiliation, and the fear of not knowing what would happen next.

My eyes were already swollen, my lips were already bleeding, and my hair was already being pulled out. I had to find a way out; I had to explain myself before they hurt me any further.

"Please have mercy on me; my stomach is already aching, and I can't take it any longer." I haven't done anything wrong; I have been faithful to you, and I haven't betrayed you in any way.

"I will tell you what you want to know; just spare me, I beg you," I said, my voice trembling with fear. I could feel the tears of desperation running down my cheeks.

Emma watched helplessly as I was beaten by Annette. She was the only one who dared to stand up to Annette and show her even the slightest atom of pity.

Her eyes were full of sorrow and fear as she watched Annette raise her head and begin to choke me. Despite her fear, she was determined to fight for me and bring an end to this madness. Emily, on the other hand, seemed to find pleasure in my misery.

She stood in the corner, smirking as Annette continued to torment me. I was too weak to even speak, only whimpering in pain like a wounded mouse.

I could feel the wetness of my pants as I peed for the second time, and the pungent smell of urine filled the room.

My heart was pounding, and I knew that this was it. No one was going to save me, and my life would end without me taking revenge on Annette.

I was angry and sad, all at the same time, that I wouldn't get the chance to take justice into my own hands.

I was already losing strength. I had used the last of my energy trying to sustain myself without air, as Annette's grip on my neck was so tight that even the tiniest piece of air wouldn't pass through.

I pleaded for mercy, but no sound escaped my lips. I closed my eyes and said my last prayer. Romero's face appeared in my head, smiling. I felt a warmth in my chest, and I smiled back weakly.

Suddenly, the fear of death that had been looming over me dissipated. I was grateful for Romero and the love he had shown me.

Though it had ultimately brought me to this moment, I was happy that I had experienced his kindness and been able to feel loved at least once in my life.

I had a newfound appreciation for life, and I knew that I would die happily, knowing that there was someone aside from Sarah who truly cared about me.

Just as I was about to give up, a loud bang echoed through the room, and the door burst open, revealing my knight in shining armor.

Annette immediately released her grip on me, and I fell to the cold, tiled floor, coughing and gasping for air. Although I was curious to know who it was that made Annette tremble so much, I was too weak to even look up.

"Didn't I ask you to stay away from her?" I heard Romero's voice, and my heart leaped for joy. He had come to save me once again. His voice was filled with rage as he fired questions at Annette and her gang.

Romero lowered himself toward me and pulled me up by the arm. His fingers were digging into my skin, but I didn't care.

All I felt was gratitude for his rescue.

"Why do you always let them do this to you?" he asked, and I shook my head, not knowing what to say.

I was embarrassed that I still reeked of urine, but I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was safe, and Romero had come to the rescue once again.

I looked around at Emily, Emma, Patricia, and Annette, who all stood with their legs trembling, their hands folded behind their backs, and their heads bowing in submission.

I could feel the tension in the air and the fear emanating from their forms. Then I glanced towards the door and saw Sarah standing there with a determined expression on her face.

I knew that she had called Romero in to settle the matter, and I admired her courage.

Romero's voice suddenly rang out in the room, breaking the silence that had descended. "You are going to apologize to her for everything you have done, or I am going to make you pay!" Those are the only two options you have right now.

Patricia quickly shot back with a sneer, "I will never apologize to that duckling!" and she looked at me with so much hatred that I felt my stomach clench in fear.

Romero, who had been holding my hand all along, let go and strode up to her, his eyes blazing with anger.

I didn't want to witness what would happen next, so I quickly ran out of the room, my only thought being to find solace in the woods.