Nightmare
The room reeked of sex and money and power. Leather straps with cuffs dangled from the ceiling in the centre. Heavy drapery blocked large windows, and thick black carpeting silenced any noise.
Without warning, a tongue, so masterful, thick, wet, and slightly rough, licked and lapped her lips. Other hands massaged her breasts, rolling her sensitive buds between fingers.
"Stop," She whimpered as she pushed those hands off her chest.
"Oh! She is a fiesty one. Not broken yet?" The man whose lips were on me laughed.
"Pull the rope." A thick voice commanded. She knew that voice. It was That Man.
Her eyes flew frantically around the room, begging for help.
Wrapping her tiny hands around a thick red cord, she pulled with one swoop. She screamed as her shoulders wrenched upright and her body weight transferred from feet to wrists. Her tiptoes pointed, still on the floor, but only barely. she'd become shackled.
"Blindfold." he ordered.
She was covered in darkness.
It was almost a relief when someone grabbed her hip, holding her steady. Fingers biting into her flesh. While she gasped, a finger entered her with lubricant seeming to prepare her. They tried to push something inside her, something foreign.
"What are you doing?" she shouted before she could stop myself.
"Relax," he said.
"No....no" she struggled.
"Shut up, whore." someone slapped her.
Different voices spoke up.
"You are just a whore."
"What a dirty whore."
The voices multiplied till she only heard the word whore again and again and again.
Gunshots
Everything became silent. Then she heard Darius's whisper, "I told you no one touches what's mine."
She opened her eyes. She saw Darius was bleeding from his chest. There was a gun pointed at him, by none other than his cousin Rowan. However, Rowan face shifted into that man.
"Oh ho, is she yours? But she is just a whore." That man laughed.
Darius looked like he suddenly came to a realization. "Yes, that she is." He replied softly.
"No, no…. No. Stop this. Stop everything." She clutched her head and screamed.
Aelin woke up gasping. Her heart raced. She was soaked in her own sweat, yet her body was shivering uncontrollably. Her eyes swept over her unfamiliar surroundings. She heard a knock on the door.
She took a deep breath to calm her body. She realized she was still in her bedroom in the mansion
"Come in."
Franka came inside her room.
"Are you alright, Madam? We heard some loud noises."
She looked at the familiar features of the maid, trying to ascertain that she was alive and far far away from that sadistic man. It was just a nightmare. She repeated in order to assure herself. It was all in the past. This was her new life.
"Madam?" Franka asked again.
"Oh! I just had a nightmare."
"You look pale. You didn't have a proper meal in the last three days. Do you need me to make something, Madam?"
It has been three days since Darius left and she has been facing nightmares every time she slept, losing all her appetite. It would be snippets of her past life mixed with present and her own imagination. She was losing hope. She also felt lightheaded. She sighed and climbed off the bed. Her body felt heavy and steps unsteady. Everything ached and she felt dizzy. Huge drops of sweat dripped down her face and she collapsed.
...…..
"Where am I?" Aelin ask, staring at the young nurse.
"Hospital." Jeff replies when the woman merely smiles at her. "Mia is the nursing assistant who will be looking after you."
"How are you feeling, Madam?"
"Okay, I think,"
"It has been an hour since you collapsed. I have informed Master. He will be here in less than two hours. He asked me to tell you to relax and heal well."
She simply nodded.
"The doctor said that your body is weak due to stress, lack of proper sleep and nutrients." Mia said. "Here, this will help you sleep. After resting, you can have something to eat." the nurse continued, fiddling with the clear bag that's feeding into her IV tube.
She nod, my eyelids growing heavy as she felt the medicine beginning to work.