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The Forbidden Connection.
Sophia's Pov
After some time, I started seeing certain changes in Marcus; although I knew him for being ruthless after my previous transformation, there was a connection between us that may look forbidden.
Wondering how a stranger who I was trapped with would fall in love with me. There was a fleeting moment when his touch was almost gentle, and his eyes softened; it was confusing and disarming, but I kept one observing.
One night after my tireless transformation he held me as I trembled in his hands surprisingly.
“Are you alright?”. His voice was softer than usual, almost caring.
I blinked, shocked, “What are you doing? Just leave me alone”. I struggled, trying to free myself from his grip.
“You will get through this". He whispered his voice carrying an unfamiliar warmth.
I shook my head, feeling the weight of confusion between us. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve always been cruel but now….”. I trailed off unsure of how to finish. It was as if he was two different people.
He didn't answer. Instead, he stood by the doorway, watching me with those eyes that had so many secrets.
“You're changing,”. He said after a long silence, his voice barely above a whisper.
I scoffed. “And whose fault is that? You did this to me”.
A flash of guilt crossed his face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever wronged or hurt you.”
My eyes blinked in shock. Everything seems like a dream. It was in those moments that I saw a glimpse of a man behind the monster.
Although I hated him, I couldn't deny the bond between us; it was a dangerous, forbidden connection that neither of us could fully control.
Marcus was a man torn between his desire for love; his attitude towards me was deniable. I couldn't resist the fact that he was trying to bend me to his will.
The conflict that raged within him could be seen in his eyes, yet there was something deeper that held him back. He would always come to my room, standing in the doorway watching me with a mixture of longing and restraint.
“Why do you care?". I asked him but his silence was filled with unspoken words.
"You don't need to stand there looking at me in that manner; I have been here for days; I see no reason for being here.”
“Time will tell". He interrupted.
“What time? Who cares about time? All you care about is the full moon in which you wait to see my transformation. Who do you think you are? What do you even want from me?”.
He kept mute, his eyes betraying a struggle he couldn't articulate.
“I'm talking to you, keeping silent is not the best answer for a fool!”. I yelled at him, which got him upset, and he responded by slapping me.
“Never raise your voice at me or else you will see the beast in me".
He approached and grabbed me forcefully, tore my clothes, and left me naked. I covered myself with my hands trembling in fear.
“Please don't I'm sorry if I pissed you off". I pleaded, my voice stammering and my body shivering.
“You don't need to be apologetic; I already have my wa.”.
“Your way! How do you mean". I curiously asked, but to my surprise, he pinned me down and forced himself on me.
Panic shrugged through as I realized what was happening. “No!” I screamed, struggling against him. “Please, don't do this".
He didn't stop. My plea fell on deaf ears as he forced himself on me, taking what I have never given to anyone, my virginity! Of course, I lost it in his hands.
Pain shot through me, and I felt something inside me break. The hatred I had for him grew tenfold in that moment with a fire burning in my chest.
Marcus had just sealed his fate. I would kill him. I swore it. My heart bleeds in distress creating a memory of revenge.
I’ve never been sexually abused but now I'm deflowered by a Mafia boss.
Through the haze of pain, I began developing a hatred for him; he became my worst nightmare, and killing him was my next option.
Marcus, who never felt sorry for what he had done, stood still with a smile; he swiftly sat with me beside the fire.
His usually guarded expression was open revealing a hint of exposure.
I was led to the mirror by him, I became frightened when I saw my reflection staring back at me.
My eyes glowed with an unnatural light, it was a sign of transformation that was taking over my body.
“What…. What's happening to me?”. I whispered, barely able to recognize the person staring back at me”.
Marcus' voice was calm, almost eerily so. “You're changing, Sophia. You're becoming something more”.
I shook my head, my hand trembling. “No…no, this can't be real; see what you've done; I’ll kill you if I have my way”. I said in a range of anger as tears rolled down my eyes.
“That's nice; at least we can begin now, or maybe I should kill you first.” He stood still flickering his dagger around me.
“Wait!" I pleaded. “I mean no harm, but what can I do to stop this?". I curiously asked.
"You can fight it, but it's already begun,”. He said, stepping closer, his breath hot against my ear. “And soon, you will be just like me”.
I looked into the mirror again, fear gripping my heart, I could feel the changes inside me—my body, my mind, everything was shifting.
The worst of it all was I couldn't figure out what was happening to me.
I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper. “What did you do to me?”.
He didn't answer, his eyes dark with secrets he wasn't ready to share. Instead, he left me there, staring at my reflection, wondering what kind of monster I am becoming”.
The door closed behind him with a loud click and I was left alone with my thoughts. The question lingered in the air, taunting me as the glow in my eyes intensified.
What had Marcus done to me?
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