Soren POV
It hurts like hell to see the way Ayla behaves towards Strïth, she trusts him unconditionally, even if it means hurting her. I approach the bed taking a deep breath, still feeling Strïth trying to break free.
'Go to sleep! Or you won't be able to come back later to be with her!' I ordered angrily.
Strïth finally stopped struggling, but he wasn't satisfied with being thrown to the back of my mind.
I sat on the bed and took Ayla's hand. I could see her immediately trying to pull away, but I held her.
"Ayla, Strïth is dangerous, yes you can trust him unconditionally... But trust me, he would kill you." I started to explain, but I don't think Ayla cares if she dies and that makes me ang
Ayla POVSoren doesn't understand, no matter what Strïth wants from me, I'll give myself up without resisting, and even if it hurts me... After all, I can't be any more broken than I am now.I'm not going to improve and study because Soren or Victor asked me to, but because Strïth asked me to, which I trust only in him. I know that Strïth is driven by feelings, by instincts, and that's what makes me trust him, that Strïth will never intentionally hurt me.Victor begins to gently clean my stitches, trying not to hurt anymore, but any touch there makes my skin crawl, and a few tears want to form in my eyes, but I try to fight them back."Ayla... Soren is only thinking about what's best for you." Victor begins to speak, as he starts to appl
Victor POVThe rest of the day passed slowly, stretching out, and I simply wanted it to end soon. I know I'm on guard for Ayla so that she doesn't get hurt.I even put on instrumental music in the room, because the silence was overwhelming, every order I gave Ayla obeyed without thinking.Even when Soren came in and mixed a drop of blood into the water, nothing changed in her countenance... Well, it seems that she's even deeper, she's hidden herself so deep in the darkness that it will be very difficult to bring her back.So that she wouldn't lie there all the time, I took the tablet and gave it to her to read, and I only see her eyes moving and occasionally her hand when she needs to change pages.Soren finally
Soren POVIt's been two days since the incident and Ayla's face has improved a lot, always after she takes a direct drop we can immediately see an improvement. Dr. Grey always comes to check Ayla's signs, and she hasn't said anything about me giving my blood.But I know there's some gossip going around, that Victor is doing his best to check, but he and I are appearing together more often. After all, during the day, we leave Ayla with the tablet, so she can read her books while we do our work.So I believe most people think I'm helping Ayla, just because she's together with Victor. Of course, some people are talking about a threesome between me, Ayla and Victor and I don't mind, so it's easier for me to walk around smelling like both of them.What matters i
Ayla POVI thought it would be easier to write since I can read, but it's actually more difficult because even though I see the image and know what it means, my hand doesn't seem to want to obey me and make the strokes look right.The professor is being very patient with me, perhaps Soren ordered him to treat me like this because he feels guilty about the attack I suffered. Victor and Soren tell me it wasn't supposed to happen, but it's hard to believe.Although this teacher had already shown himself to be more attentive in the first lesson, I've noticed some things about him that are very familiar, and I don't know if he's doing it on purpose to show me. The first thing I see is that he has some scars, which could be battle scars, but on his wrist, there is something that looks like a code tattoo, but
Soren POVI knew that the moment she realized that she had no control over her body, things would change, and I doubted she'd accept drinking my blood. In parts, I'm happy to see her reacting, trying to pull away... This was a move on her part, doing something she wanted.I start kissing her face, wiping away her tears and trying to comfort her and her body stiffens, she doesn't want my affection, but I won't let her pull away. This is one of the few times I can do that and she'll understand.When her tears are over, I look straight into her green eyes and I can see some emotion there, and it's fear. She's afraid of losing herself, I sigh, because Ayla won't lose herself, she'll find herself and realize how magnificent she is."Ayla, I know all these change
Victor POVWhen I entered the room, I saw something different. Soren is sitting at the table and Ayla is in front of him. In between them is a board and they are playing checkers. It's not an extremely complicated game, but it certainly requires excellent logical thinking. He's a little more relaxed and although it's almost imperceptible, I notice that Ayla is leaning back in her chair a little more, which indicates that she's genuinely interested.I also noticed that Ayla's stitches had been changed, Soren hadn't explained anything to me, just that he needed me to deal with things in the afternoon, as he was going to be spending time with Ayla.Soren looks up and smiles at me, while Ayla is thinking about her next move. I approached them carrying the food trolley.
Ayla POVIt's been a week since the attack, I've learned a lot in that time, about reading, about history, I've learned math, and geometry, as well as logic problems and text interpretation. My handwriting isn't perfect, but I can write long sentences.My teachers are very good, and they are patient, even though I don't actively answer many of their questions. My days are always full, I have to study most of the time, but then there's lunch, Dr. Grey's visit, my appointment with Dr. Charlotte and I still spend a lot of time with Soren and Victor.With Dr. Charlotte, I just answer some questionnaires and play some games, which I don't understand because they seem a bit pointless to me, but it must make some sense because she's always writing down my results.
Ayla POVStrïth is gently stroking my hair and I feel my body relax, I know he's not forcing it that he really cares, although I've never had much doubt about that...I've never been able to reciprocate properly, I've always been too afraid of opening up and simply being broken again. I raise my head and meet his gaze on me and there is all the love he feels for me and I knew at that moment that I needed to reciprocate.I stand on my tiptoes and then brush my lips against his, letting his taste invade my mouth. He's surprised, but it's a good thing, so I open my lips slightly, indicating that I want more than just a chaste kiss.I feel him squeeze my waist, conflicted about how to react, but I insist and even get the tip of my tongue to his lips and St