Chapter 154
Julie’s Point of View
I had completely surrendered, waiting with a trembling heart and a burning body for what this monster would do to tonight... Robert leaned toward slowly, and I felt his warm tongue licking my cheek with a strange gentleness. Then, suddenly, he let out a loud barking sound!
My God, what is wrong with him? Has he gone mad? The barking grew louder and louder. I snapped my eyes open in alarm, only to be struck by the truth; I saw Axel on top of , enthusiastically licking my cheek and barking in my face. I sat up with a jolt, shock tying my tongue. "Was that... a dream?"
It had felt so real! I swear I felt his dominant presence, his rough touch, and the heat of his breath searing my skin. I shook my head violently as if chasing his ghost out of the room, muttering in disgust: "It was a nightmare... I can’t imagine that stupid monster touching !"
I got out of bed with unsteady steps and headed straight for the bathroom. I felt a flush of sha when I realized I was wet down there... I cursed myself in a low voice for this pathetic state I’d reached.
I’m getting wet every single day now! Damn it... I miss those quiet days at my father’s house, where my feelings never stirred in such a wild way. I was never obsessed with peeping on n while they showered, nor with stroking my cursed pussy that’s gone mad, and I never, ever had these diabolical dreams.
I missed my simple dreams; when I’d see myself running into an exam hall having forgotten all the answers, or dreaming of my brother, Steve, suddenly coming ho... Now, I’ve turned into nothing but a whore dreaming about Robert fucking her! And why Robert specifically? I hate him!
I stood under the cold water, hoping to regain my senses. After I stepped out, I stood before the mirror, my body trembling with resentnt. I said to myself bitterly: "Even in your damn dream he didn’t say he loves you, and you said ’I love you’ to him, you foolish idiot!"
I dressed in my gym clothes quickly, rage simring in my veins. I couldn’t stand the thought, and for so reason, I was furious because he didn’t say "I love you" even in my imagination! I put out food for Axel, then leaned down and said to him sorrowfully: "Why did you wake up? You should have let ask him one more ti!" How pathetic am I... am I really this desperate, waiting to hear that word from him in a dream?
I ate my breakfast in a hurry and headed straight to Max. I found him waiting for in the gym with his serious expression. "You’re late," he said the mont he saw .
I shot him a look that could kill. "And if I’m late, what’s going to happen? Will the sky fall?"
He raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at for a long mont. "And why all this anger?"
"I’m not angry!" I replied, clenching my fist, my voice taut with tension.
He shook his head mockingly. "Yeah... that’s very clear."
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Stuart’s Point of View
redith was sleeping beside on the bed, but her body was trembling even in her terrified slumber.
Yesterday, she spiraled into a very difficult state again; she started drinking non-stop, at tis sobbing bitterly and at others cursing and screaming incoherent words until she surrendered to sleep from sheer exhaustion.
I thought the years would be enough to make her forget, but every ti she relapses, that black hole returns to swallow us both.
I rembered that day that turned everything black before my eyes; when we went to choose a wedding dress. She was distracted, lost, her eyes staring into the void. "My beauty, what’s wrong with you today?" I asked tenderly, trying to break her silence.
"Nothing," she replied with a killing coldness.
I wasn’t convinced. I took her cold hand and said: "Ever since we got in the car, I felt you weren’t right. Even after we got to the shop, though you were so excited for this, you now look miserable."
"Stuart, don’t pressure ," she said sharply, pulling her hand away.
"I won’t, but I want to check on you," I replied calmly.
"I’m fine," she muttered.
She started trying on white dresses, but she looked like a walking corpse; no sparkle in her eye, no smile to reflect a bride’s joy.
For a mont, my heart tightened with fear; had she changed her mind about the marriage? Had she stopped loving ? We left the shop and got into the car, but I didn’t head ho. Instead, I drove toward a distant, secluded place.
redith noticed when I turned onto a strange road and said in a panic: "Stuart, this isn’t the way ho!"
"Because I’m not taking you ho yet," I said firmly.
"Stuart, are you crazy? Take ho now!" she scread, hitting the dashboard.
"No," I answered with one word.
I drove until we reached a hotel and rented a room. "Stuart, I’m not staying here," redith said, backing away.
"You won’t," I said, locking the door behind us. "I just want to know what happened."
We went inside, and I shut the door firmly. "Stuart, nothing happened. You’re just imagining things," she said defiantly.
I approached her, my heart racing from the tension. "Am I imagining that you’re sad? That you’re not speaking? That you’re breathing like a fish out of water, struggling to die?"
"Yes, it’s all a fantasy in your head," she replied with an irritating coldness.
I grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. "redith, tell what happened and don’t hide anything from ... why aren’t you speaking? Why are you keeping this from ? Am I not the man you love?"
Suddenly, she pushed away and started pacing the room like a madwoman, her eyes burning with a strange, terrifying light. "You want to know what happened?"
"Yes," I said, my heart nearly stopping.
"Are you ready for what you’re going to hear?" she said, standing right in front of . "Will you keep looking at the sa way, Stuart?"
Terror gripped at her tone. A chill ran down my spine. "What is it, redith? Speak!"
"Yesterday... my boss asked to stay late for work," she said in a monotonous voice, as if recounting a nightmare. She paused, then continued: "When everyone left, I went to his office to ask for my salary... do you know what he did, Stuart?"
The words froze in my throat. I couldn’t speak. "He locked his office door," she said, tears exploding from her eyes. "He picked up, put on the sofa, and started kissing like a beast."
I felt a ringing in my ears. "No!" I shouted instinctively.
But she continued in a trembling voice filled with loathing: "He tore my shirt... he started squeezing my breasts, then he shoved his dick inside ."
"Shut up, redith!" I scread, putting my hands over my ears.
But she continued her breakdown, emptying all the filth that had settled in her body: "Don’t you want to hear? Then listen! He raped violently in my pussy, and in my ass... he put his cursed, disgusting fingers in my pussy... he shoved his dick in my mouth!"
I couldn’t control myself. I turned toward the wardrobe and threw a punch with all my might until the wood shattered. "Stop, redith! Close your mouth, don’t speak!" I scread in shock and pain.
"He raped in a way that made hate myself and hate everything in my life!" she said, collapsing in tears. "Now do you know why I look sad?"
Her words gnawed at my insides.
Rage possessed until I could no longer see. I walked to her and embraced her with a primal force. She began to sob and gasp violently. We fell to the floor together as I squeezed her in my arms, holding her to my chest as if trying to pull her back inside where my heart could protect her, fearing anyone would snatch her or harm her again.
I cried with her... I cried because I couldn’t do anything at that mont. I couldn’t imagine how much she had suffered alone. I wiped her tears and said in a stony voice filled with vengeance: "I will get revenge for you, my love... I swear, I will get revenge."
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