A coma for four months? Stone did take things too far, but was that far enough for him? Is this the end of him taking things to the extreme with me? I think the next coma he sends me on will be a permanent one. I don't see things working out for me in the future."What is your name?" the sound of the doctor brought me back to reality and I find that I was staring at her this whole time; I turned my head and looked away from her. The last time I talked to someone, they got killed because of me; it would be better if I keep my mouth shut; that way, Stone won't hurt anyone because of me. That way, less guilt will rest on me, knowing that I wasn't the cause of someone's death. A few seconds of silence went by before a stern, commanding voice boomed, "Get out," Stone said, and I watched as the nurses and the doctor scurried away without another thought. Not having any other choice, I peered my eyes at him, taking him in as he sat at the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hands into his larger
I didn't want to. I don't want to look into his eyes, I'm afraid. My fear only increases as everything about him invades my senses; his strong cologne hits me hard, so hard that it makes me dizzy. His hands moved from my waist, and he wiped the stray tear that rolled down my cheeks; then his other hand moved up, and they both caressed my cheek. He applied a little pressure and caused my lips to pucker up. Leaning down, he placed his soft lips against my trembling ones and took me into a gentle kiss to which I didn't resist kissing him back. I kissed him almost as if my life depended on it, afraid that he would hurt me if I showed any signs of defiance. He kissed me passionately like I was his last breath, gripping and pulling my body tighter into him. I want it to stop; I want him to stop, he was taking my breaths away, and my body was getting weaker with each passing second. Finally, sensing that I was close to becoming unconscious, he pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehe
My fearful eyes stare back at me in the mirror, the dress I'm wearing is a silky smooth light baby blue color that shines in the dark. It outlines my curves perfectly, and I can almost say I understand why Stone picked this dress for me; it looks good. I look good. I looked around before my eyes landed on the white earrings he had picked out for me. When you look at it closely, his initials are written on it, SA (Stone Armsberg), the man responsible for all the nightmares my body had been forced to experience. I've been living on this paradise island for weeks now, with no one to interact with but Stone. I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind, he constantly invades my mind and space just too much, I need a break from him, at least just one day to myself to really process what I had gone through. There were no maids, no guards, no one in sight except for him. I think he's testing me to see what I would do with just us locked away, but I'm not gonna fall for it again, I'll never fall fo
"I belong to you" I quickly said without hesitating, sensing that he wasn't playing around. He stared down at me not saying a word before grabbing my hand and leading me towards a table where he sat across from me, still glaring at me.Fuck did I do something wrong again? I felt my eyes burning with unshed tears, and I forced myself not to cry as I blinked the tears back, needing to see his every move.The silence was killing me as I felt suffocating under his gaze. I need to know what he's thinking. "Did I do something wrong Stone?" I whispered tremblingly but I know he heard me as he cocked his head to the side still glaring at me."Stone please tell me if I did something" my breath hitched as he chuckled grabbing my hand as he played with my fingers. "Relax baby, the only thing that's on my mind is how fucking beautiful you are, and now you're all mine." He stated emphasizing on the mine causing my body to visibly shiver."You have such pretty hands, Mein Liebling" He held my hand
He grabbed the box covered in blood and opened it showing a big diamond ring. Every girl's dream, except me. "Sierra Carter, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" he said calmly with no expression on his face. It sounds like a question, tempting for my honesty but it was not. I have no choice in this."Stone this is not necessary, you already have me, I'm all yours" I tried to reason with him one last time, even though deep down I knew it wasn't going to work."Is that a no?" He tilts his head as he questions meI quickly shook my head"Can we just talk about this please, I'm caught off guard, I didn't know you want to marry me-""Sierra give me a fucking answer and shut your mouth before I make you""Y- yes" I whispered defeatedly"Yes what!""Yes, Stone I will marry you," I said a little louder and stare up at him.He chuckled grabbing my left hand he slid the ring on my finger, signing my life away to him, forever....I sat with my back against Stone's front, sti
"Be- because I'm scared..." he just looked down at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue sharing my feelings with him. It feels more like I am confessing. Confessing to him about the amount of trauma I'll have to live with for the rest of my pathetic life because of him.I felt the tears stinging my eyes, I ripped them away from him, and stared down at his chest as my lips trembled. I shut my eyes tightly and let the tears fall.I have been through so much, and all at the hands of a man who claimed to love me. A man who claims I'm his whole world. But you wouldn't hurt someone that you love. You would never want to put them in any harm's way, you would take their feelings into consideration and wish only the best for them; you would want to see them waking up with a big smile on their face rather than eyes welled up with tears and pain. You should want to protect them instead, not force them to bid by your rules and terms.I sniffed, looking down, watching my tears dripping down
"I'm so sorry," she said and tried to come forward to hug me. I have no one in this place, no one to have my back. Everyone is against me. "Don't touch me," I said with fat tears threatening to fall down my face and scooted away from her.She sighed before reaching into her purse and pulling out a box of tissues "Look Sierra I care about you, and I like you, but everyone knows not to mess with Stone. I'm sorry to say this, but I did warn you when we first met; I told you not to do anything that will land you on Stone's bad side. He is evil" Then I guess I've always been on his bad side since day one because ever since I stepped foot in that house, he's been nothing but cruel to me."And you're not?" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.She chuckled. "Oh no, I'm not a saint. I'm kind of fucked up in the head, too, but that's not the point. Look, the best advice I can give you right now is to learn from the past and leave it behind. Because it already happened, there's nothing you c
"I wasn't playing with you baby, you just don't listen" he smirked, a dark smirk as if he knew what was going on in my head. A smirk that had my body wanting to crawl far away and hid from him but stay still because of the dark promise behind it."You're so... cruel" I whimpered out staring at him wide eyes. This whole time he was playing these mind games with me. I was never pregnant, doctor Wendy was part of his plan, I never got any abortion. Maybe I should've just gave up from the start, I wasn't even able leave his room without his permission; what could possibly have made me think I could do anything without him knowing. "Was it worth it?" I dared to ask the devil. Of course it was worth it. He got what he wanted in the end, he always does while the only thing I get was pain and regret. "Yes, it was, because now that you're pregnant, you wouldn't dare to do anything to hurt my child. Would you my love" He was smiling down at me, as if he was excited, the glint in his eyes show
A few months later Sierra POV Change, what is change? I am very familiar with the verb. It has happened all my life. I have never stayed in one place for too long; here I was for the final time moving. Moving to a new life, a new beginning, and a new setting. The background change will do me good. I needed a new place away from that house; Stone didn't mind when I talked to him about wanting a new house. He had only smiled at me, stating, "Whatever my wife wants." It took a few weeks to renovate the new house how I wanted, but ultimately, it's done. I was excited to spend some time outside in the big garden house in the backyard. I try to spend as much time outside as I can. Maybe it's because of the time I spent confined in that white room with not even a speck of sunlight. I tore my gaze from the window and looked at the back seat where my twins were fast asleep. We'd been driving for over two hours now; they were sleepy. A small smile made its way onto my lips, and I looked over
"You're all dismissed," I finally decided to end this meeting that's keeping me away from my little family for so long. They know from my tone that I am satisfied and approve of our process. I pay these people well for a reason, so I only need to work when I want a full report. It isn't surprising to say that I am the happiest man on earth. I have two loving children, a beautiful obedient wife, control, and most importantly, an empire for my family to rule over for generations to come. My eyes stayed glued on Sierra as the sound of chairs being pushed back into place echoed in the room, and soon the door closed, erasing all signs of this meeting. "Stone, you broke the poor girl. The twins should use some of your techniques on their girlfriend. I heard she's been giving them a hard time" I looked over at Jonas, who sat across from me with his eyes on me as he talked about Sierra. Seems like everyone is finding their soulmates at the moment. Good luck to them with taming their little s
I stood silently over, reading the names written on the tombstone. At least Stone was kind enough to bury them and let my dad, Avery, and Danny rest in peace. I was scared to face the three people who were the cause of the guilt eating me inside; I still feel like running away and crying in a corner whenever I think about them. The events of when Stone broke the news that he killed them still runs through my head—that was the worst day for me to be alive because of what he had put me through.For the past month that I have been released from hell, I feel like I have entered a new one, Except this one was much prettier and more luxurious. My fear of Stone has genuinely taken a toll on my body, being so close to him all the time, having to see his face when I first wake up in the morning. Everything was triggering to me.I am surviving only because of my kids, but even then, I had a hard time adjusting to suddenly seeing them, they're my babies, but I feel so distant from them. I tried
The bed is warm and soft. The scent of Stone's manly cologne invaded my senses. It was more intense than before. I wouldn't doubt he was in the room; his presence wouldn't let me forget about him, not even for a second. For the past weeks, I would wake up wrapped in his arms, where he would later proceed to fuck my brains out and make me feel complicated feelings. I felt his hand caressing my face; moments later, a pair of lips softly pressed on mine. The atmosphere around the room felt different, warm. The air didn't feel suffocating. And the bed definitely was different. It was soft and fluffy compared to the one I'd been sleeping on for the past months. My eyes fluttered open, needing to see why the atmosphere had changed. I was met with a pair of dark eyes staring back at me. My body shivered, and shocks shot up my body due to our proximity, an effect he left on me from our constant sex. My eyes scan the room, and I realize I am back in our room. I was out? Stone had finally tak
My body felt numb and alive at the same time. The tiny little specks of shock shooting throughout my body wouldn't stop. Nothing ever stops, not the pain, the pleasure, and certainly not the fear. The fear that I have of Stone is almost second nature to me. It increases with each passing second, and I get frightened that at some point, it might become all I know; I might fall into a scary world where all I feel is fear of my husband.It brings tears of sadness and a bit of joy as I recognize that I've lost myself to Stone. It makes me happy because I will no longer fantasize about my life without him- it always leads me into trouble. The thought that there could be life out there for me without him always drives me to make foolish choices in hopes of getting away from him; In the end, I get hurt, really, really bad.A life where I am utterly submissive to Stone is much better than a life where I fight for the impossible. I can't escape him. I could never get away from him. He made tha
"Not bad, I like it. I'll be expecting a real kiss next time." He walked around me and sat on the bed. "Come here" my heart drops to my ass every time he says that phrase. I never know what he thinks when he says it, but it's usually to beat the fuck out of me.I limp towards him. Careful not to put too much pressure on my bandage foot. I sat on his lap sideways, just like I always do. His arm securely wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. He placed a kiss on the side of my head, the side of my face, and my neck. His lips lingered on my neck more than usual. But I felt the effects of his warm lips shooting up my core.After getting my foot hammered to the ground, things changed. I really have given up. Just the thought of running away scares me now.His lips were warm, and his soft breath blew against my skin. His proximity allowed me to feel every bit of his body warmth, and I couldn't help but notice my body leaning more into him. My fear of Stone has skyrocketed.
"Disobedience, it makes me happy Sierra, and you're going to find out why." He stated darkly, taking off his blazer. My heart thumped rapidly against my chest as I clutched the bedsheets tightly. When he started marching toward the bed where I was sitting, at first, my body froze in fear as a natural response to him. When I was finally able to scoot away, he was already right in front of me. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out handcuffs. The thought of having these cuffs around my wrist again drove me out of control, and I started kicking him as they were the only weapon I could use at the moment. I must've caught him off guard when my leg kicked him straight between his legs.He released my arms, and I rolled off under him. Dropping to the floor, I looked at the door and bolted for it.A scream tore from me as I was picked up and lifted off my feet. He roughly threw me on his shoulder, and I fought harder. "Let me go!" I screamed and trashed around, kicking my legs and thr
"Stop crying" I jumped from my seat as his deep voice commanded me darkly. I quickly wiped the tear I didn't know I had shed and looked up at him. He looks at the bowl and smiles. "I was hoping you touched it. That would have given me another reason to play with you. Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer."This is what he wants. To hurt and control my mind, for fear of him to cloud my vision and to cower at just the mere thought of him. Stone is not a regular man. I genuinely believe that he was born evil."Good to see you finally moving around. I thought I had killed you," he says nonchalantly, staring at me."Why are you doing this, Stone." I managed to ask, even though I knew his reasons. I just couldn't comprehend it. I know I'm pathetic, but why does he have to hurt me like this.He ignored my question. "I expect you to be on your knees by the foot of the bed when I walk into this room and a proper greeting from my wife." He said, casually looking at me. Why is he calling m
Time is slow. Everything around me moves in slow motion. I feel cold, like a falling leaf from its tree in autumn. My body shivered, not due to the room temperature. The room was rather warm. The weakness and loneliness I had succumbed into forced my body to shiver. As if I were walking in the middle of a snowstorm.It's striking to me how everything seems so warm at the moment, yet my body shivers. My eyes scan the room for anything that looks cozy and warm, thinking that if I keep my eyes on it, I can somehow compare its warmth to a person.I need to touch something. I wish for my legs and hands to be free. To be able to hug myself. I am afraid my hands will fall off my body if cuffed like this for even one more hour. I will no longer have an arm if the devil doesn't come to free me. I hate him and wish to be far away from him, yet I find my eyes traveling to the door every passing hour, hoping he will come and set me free.I know if he comes down here, it will be most likely to puni