6. Another Julian

I had already packed my things to be ready to head to The Emirates along with Julian, whose nighttime Julian would turn out to be cruel later when I got there or not. However, there was one thing that bothered me a little bit before he left me, as he usually did every day.

"Don't say anything to me during the day, even if I ask, okay?"

"Why would I do that?" I asked, not understanding. It was only natural for me to ask; too many confusing things had happened since I first set foot in this place.

"Just do what I say." He then kissed my lips before disappearing behind the closed door.

After Julian's departure, after the beautiful night we had last night, even the night before, I just brooded in my room and hoped that the morning that was starting to arrive would soon replace the night and I could leave to go back to tracing the secret of my parent's death.

I didn't say anything to Julian about my suspicions about Mom and Dad's deaths. I just said that I wanted to take some of the things they left for me as a memento, and I guess that's what I should always tell everyone, especially after I learned that the evil Julian had learned of my plans to return to The Emirates.

I don't know how he found out because all this time, evil Julian wouldn't know what I was doing with gentle Julian and the horrible creature he always brought with him.

The man now grabbed my hair firmly and made me fall back until my head hit the floor. "Tell me what you're going to do there!"

"Ah! What do you mean, Julian? Where is there? I'm not even planning to go anywhere without your knowledge," I replied while enduring the pain and stinging on my scalp because maybe a few strands of my hair had fallen out due to the tight pull of his firm hand.

"I don't believe you!"

He released his grip and knocked me to the floor. However, I slowly got up and tried to stand up. Unfortunately, the torment didn't stop there. He now grabbed my neck and pinned me against the wall. We were so close; I could even smell the scent of his body; that made me so drunk. I loved the scent of his body so much that I forgot I was dying in his hands.

Unexpectedly, he released the grip that had almost taken my life, and I slumped to the floor again. "Get out of my room!"

***

"Zane, this is too much. If he got you hurt like this, don't you want to complain to Mr. and Mrs. Levion?" asked Mariana while treating my wound. I, who was still opening my pajamas past my shoulders, was now daydreaming and imagining Julian Levion's handsome face without responded Mariana's words.

"I know this sounds crazy, but I liked what he did to me, Mariana. We did what we were supposed to, as husband and wife. So ... there's nothing to worry about," I replied, recalling what Julian had done to me night and day.

They were different, indeed. But somehow, I was getting used to Julian's gentleness at night and his brutality and cruelty during the day. I wanted to run away, wanted to avoid him, but every time he forbade me to enter his room, I did exactly what he demanded of me.

"You're out of your mind, Zane. May the spirits of your parents forgive me for not taking good care of you," Mariana said as she looked up at the ceiling and went back to applying ointment to my wounds. "So when are you leaving for The Emirates? Let me come with you, Zane. I need to make sure you're okay for traveling with that cruel man."

"Mariana. The man you're calling 'cruel' is my husband, and his name is Julian Levion. You should watch what you say," I said with a scowl. She just chuckled and shook her head.

"There, there. Now put on your best clothes because tonight there will be dinner together as usual, and don't let yourself look so rumpled because I'm sure your in-laws won't like seeing that kind of appearance."

Mariana walked out of my room and left me alone while I got myself ready for dinner, but not dinner with my mother and father-in-law, but with Julian at the airport heading to The Emirates. Julian had promised to meet me before dusk, and then we would depart. Unfortunately, that didn't happen because until the moon shone brightly, Julian didn't show up.

I was tired of waiting for him, and as dawn was about to break, Julian stood at the door with a flushed face and the smell of alcohol wafting from his breath and clothes.

"What took you so long to open the door for me?" he asked, sounding slightly different than usual. However, I didn't want to talk about The Emirates and our plans, as he didn't want to go today.

"How come you came so late in the morning? Is there a problem?"

"Have I allowed you to ask all this time? Take off my shoes and clothes! This is your duty as a wife."

Okay, this is getting weird. Is the one in front of me now the evil Julian? If so, what is he doing here? Didn't he say that he wouldn't touch me at all, especially during the day, because there was Lavenia who would be ready to satisfy him?

"Zanina, did you not hear me?" he snapped, and without question, I did as he said. I took off the shoes as well as the clothes he had worn all day. Julian must have just returned from partying with his friends. But where was the Lavenia that he would usually take with him everywhere? Was he getting bored with her?

"I'll get some clothes from your room," I said, which I couldn't do because he pulled me down on top of him.

"You're not going anywhere, Zanina. Stay here and do your duty as a wife. Please me!"

I was stunned for a moment. It was easy for me to comply with Julian's wishes, but which duty was he referring to? Was it watching him make love to Lavenia like he used to do? Or was it to serve, which meant to make love to him? However, it was already morning. Isn't he most reluctant to deal with me in the morning?

"P-please you?" I asked, nervous.

Come on, Zane ... just fucking him wouldn't be that hard, would it? You've done it so many times. It should be easy to give him what he wants this time. Do it like you used to, when you did it with Julian at night.

"Yes, please me. Don't say you don't know how to serve your husband well!"

"B-but it's almost morning, Julian. You never want to deal with me in the morning—"

SRAKK!!!

He couldn't wait for me to finish my sentence. Julian had already ripped off the sundress I was wearing. It's a good thing I'd changed the clothes I was going to wear to the airport earlier into a sundress because Julian hadn't shown up. And now he's ruined the dress I love the most.

I don't voice a protest because my heart is already beating wildly at this point. This isn't the first time I've done this with Julian, but why do I feel so nervous?

A glimmer of dawn is already visible through the crack in the window, but Julian doesn't let up on his intention to fuck me right now. And indeed, the two of them are like two currencies; if Julian morning appears, then Julian night will disappear. Even the way he touches and caresses me feels different.

This Julian—he is very rough. Even to get his hands on me, he had to tie my hands together like a prisoner. He didn't stop even when I felt his warm liquid spurting into me. He kept doing it until I was exhausted. I couldn't continue. Not today.

"Jul-Julian, stop, please ..." I even begged him to stop, or at least pause so that I could breathe for a while. "I'm tired ..."

He didn't listen, even the movements that were originally slow and still gave me a chance to enjoy even a little bit—because what I felt more was pain and fatigue—now turned into brutal fast movements.

The shriek of pleasure that originally came out of my mouth slowly turned into a scream of pain and torment. I was tormented, indeed. And yet, I loved it. I wanted him to stop, but I still enjoyed his movements.

Gradually I gave up resisting. If I couldn't enjoy Julian's game, I just let him enjoy himself. I only hoped for one thing; after this, he would want me more than I wanted him. He will continue to crave me more than what I feel.