10. Damon's Abuse

Elysia's Pov

There was a pregnant silence between us, and for a moment, I felt as though I had bitten the lion's tail. His gaze narrowed further, unleashing his deep-rooted hatred for me. 

His grip on my arms tightened, making me moan in pain, but he cared less.

Suddenly, there was a smirk on his face, a little mild, but it didn't fail to tell me he was enjoying every bit of my suffering. 

Every bone in my body despised him. The feeling of his breath on my skin made goosebumps appear all over my body as if a beast was holding me down. 

But that was what he was-a beast.

Surprisingly, his grip around my arms loosen. When I fixed my gaze on him, stunned by his action, I caught the mockery in his eyes. 

This man is planning something devilish. I'm certain, and whatever it was, it was to make me suffer.

"I guess you’d be happy if we did it in your favorite hotel.” 

He muttered words that threw me in confusion. My brows crinkled as I watched him dressed up, and suddenly, he gripped my arms, hauling me towards the door.

I tried screaming, but the staff locked themselves in and ceased from even taking a glimpse of what was happening. What did I expect? They were like dogs loyal to their master.

When we got outside, he nudged me inside the car, cuffing my hands to the car's door. My legs cuffed to the other door at the back seat. My head was on the car's seat-there was no way I could even look out through the car's window. 

I kept struggling, hitting the window with my legs, but it made no difference-I was tied to the car like some criminal.

He drove through a route I found hard to discern. I have no idea where he was taking me.

And where was my favorite hotel? 

I kept thinking about it, but couldn't come up with any ideas, and suddenly he stopped.

He dragged me out of the car, heading toward the receptionist. 

His grip around my wrists tightens every minute. When he was done lodging in, we went straight for the elevator. 

I looked around, and I hadn't been there before. I don't know why he referred to it as my favorite hotel. 

Immediately we walked inside the room, he headed straight to the terrace and spread the curtains wide open, and there it was-

My favorite hotel.

My body suddenly quivers. My eyes opened wide.

'Why did he bring me here?'

"There you have it." Damon smiled. His hands spread apart as he kept twirling and laughing so loud, making me feel every bone in my body crushing to pieces.

Suddenly he stopped.

His steps moved toward my direction. Every step he took toward me, I took the same backward. 

When I reached the door, I kept banging it hard, hoping someone would come to my rescue, but I was all alone.

Damon tugged my arm and swerved me around. Pinning me to the door as he rocked his hips against mine.

I felt disgusted.

He then threw me on the bed and laid on me. His breath on my skin ignited my deep hatred for him.

He kissed my toes and thighs, making me feel like a python was swallowing me. When he grabbed my breast, I felt a sense of defilement.

My husband was about to rape me again.

He placed his lips on mine, forcing them to part. He sucked in my lower lips, and I felt a tingling from the bite.

But then he stopped, which made me surprised.

He was wobbling his head so much that I thought he was insane.

But the only thing I cared about was his body weight on me, and I wanted him off me.

And miraculously, he did.

He stood far from the bed, raveling his head, and then strode to the terrace.

I scoffed as I struggled to get off the cuffs, but there was no way out. 

Patiently, I waited for him to release me, but then his phone rang.

His divided attention suddenly focused on me. His eyes darkened, making me wonder who had called him.

He hung up-his countenance gleaming with rage that was evident even in the tone of his voice.

I could hear him grunting as he picked my clothes from the floor.

"Get dressed." 

....

I was seated beside him as we drove out of the hotel. I couldn't tell where we were headed, and I was just glad he failed to touch me and thrust his member inside of me. 

I can get pregnant again. I would hate them even more than I hate the ones we have.

He didn't spare me a glance. Not even for a second.

The muscles of his face were tightened, and his lips curved to a corner. Questions about his attitude were hanging on my lips, but I care less. 

Maybe not.

I leaned my back on the seat as I whined down the glass. The fantastic evening air is feeling my nostrils with its freshness.

I can't remember. I went for a long drive, and one this quiet.

This was heaven.

I placed my elbow on the window as I looked out. I was watching the cars as they drove past the bridge. The sea looks even more beautiful this morning.

"Oh my, the bridge." I suddenly realized that it was the way to my father in law house.

'I'm totally screwed. I'm not prepared to face even my family, but I was on the way to my in-laws.' 

If I'm asked who wants me dead, I won't hesitate to name every member of Damon's family.

They despised me like I was some disease that kills everything it touches. I don't even get to speak in their presence.

"We are here." Damon glared at me as he drove through the mansion's gate.

My teeth gritted, and my body quivered in fear.

When we got out of the car, the first person I saw was my father-in-law, who suddenly strides faster to where I was, and immediately I lowered my head in respect.

"Don't you dare try to look like you are some saint whore."

I gulped my saliva and slowly raised my head, but then-

My father's in-law hands struck my face so hard that I became deaf for a minute.

The hell!