2. He loves the darkness!

Aurora's POV

I flicked the switches open to brighten my house. The silence stared back at me with the same horror which my heart holds.

The house is beautiful, built by my grandmother with the love she had for her husband and future. It's elegant with the maximum view of the outside garden which I can barely take care of. No matter how much beauty this house holds, it always haunts me. 

I removed my shoes and stepped on the soft carpet. My heart picked up the race with every step towards my room. It's not a two story house. It's medium sized with a kitchen, hall and two rooms with a rooftop. 

I use only one room leaving another one as untouched as it was when my parents died. Everyone dies in this house mysteriously. My grandparents died in the same room, people say they were hanged to the ceiling which shows that they committed suicide but no one knows the reason.

After their death my parents took their room and after some years they were also found dead in the same condition. I was sixteen at that time and it's still haunting me till date. That room is definitely cursed and I don't have the courage to open it.

I opened the refrigerator and morning's frozen breakfast gawked back at me. I thought I would eat it for dinner but Catherina ordered us dinner as it was late due to rain. 

I grabbed a water bottle for the night and kept the lights on.

I don't like darkness, I am scared of it. My heart thuds whenever I see the dark corner. It feels like he is staring at me. 

The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion. 

He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. 

I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements.

Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic. 

He was not in the kitchen and hall so I thought he must be in the bedroom but he is not here either. Maybe he is not in the house or maybe he is playing with me. He loves to do that. 

He makes me feel that I am alone but in reality he could be watching me from the corner with his signature evil smirk.

I tried to calm myself but the thought of him watching me is terrifying. I shouldn't keep hopes but his smell is absent from the room, that smell of leather and guns is unforgettable. The smell of his cigarette is also absent. Which means he is not here but I would be a fool to believe in that because he is unpredictable.

I closed my eyes as my head started hurting with overthinking. I placed my purse down with the sweaty and trembling hand while looking around to again make sure that I am alone in the room.  

Wet clothes are clenched to my body and this scarf feels nothing but like a rope around my neck. It suffocates me but there is no other way to hide his tortures. I stood in the washroom in front of the mirror and removed the scarf. 

There is only an Inch of skin which is not purple or pink. I took off my shirt the same way and dropped my trousers. My throat tightened when I looked at my body, his marks are everywhere.

My arms have his handprints like he is still holding me back. 

My throat feels like his hand is still wrapped around it. 

I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. Why is this happening to me?  Why me? 

I turned on the shower and sat on the ground letting the water care for me but it's of no use. He has wounded me brutally, he has scratched my dignity, he has stabbed my self respect with his golden knife multiple times. I am bleeding inside out and he is painting his ego red with my bleeding. 

I lifted up my face from my knee and sucked in the air, a loud cry escaped my throat when the pain squeezed my heart. It's unbearable, it's agonizing and terrifying to know that I can't be saved. No one can help me. I am caged. I am stuck. 

It feels too humiliating to know that I can't do anything to save myself. I am taking everything helplessly, I am no one in front of him. 

I cried my heart out until my heart felt little light and eyes felt heavy. At least I'll get a sleep now. 

I got up and dried my body before wearing a robe. My hands were too weak to grab the water bottle and drink but I managed to do it and looked at the bed which is the witness of the sins which has happened to me. 

I looked at the bed helplessly and released the knot of my robe. I am not allowed to wear clothes in the bed just like I am not allowed to smile at people because he thinks that my smile should be for him only, it's his property. He owns it. 

I stepped out of the robe which was pooled around my feet and got into the bed while covering myself with the bedsheets. 

He didn't come out which means he wasn't in the house when I came. 

I laid on my stomach and looked at the wall watch. It's 11.35 in the night. I hope at least tonight I'll get to sleep till morning. It's not like he is here every night but whenever he comes, he makes it more terrifying than the last night I have spent with him. 

My eyes closed with the heaviness as I clutched on the pillow to give myself the sense of security. The sleep wasn't strong, I was aware in the sleep too. I don't know why but tonight there is a different kind of fear in my heart. 

Suddenly I heard the thud of the main door and my stomach churned knowing that he is now here. My eyes snapped open with disappointment. The way he has slammed the door, it shows that he is mad and now he is going to take it out on me.

I stared at the watch blankly. It's two o'clock and he is late today which means he was somewhere and someone has pissed him off.

I flinched when he opened the bedroom door and switched off the lights, he loves darkness. My hands clutched on the bedsheet when the smell of the gun and cigarette filled the room rushing my adrenaline.

But it's of no use, if I struggle then I'll end up in the hospital and if I don't move then I'll wake up in my own bed. These are the only options that I have and I chose the safest one like a coward I am. I hate myself for this.

My breathing quickened when he snatched the bedsheet from my body leaving me vulnerable to the cold.

His ragged breathing told me that I am not safe tonight, I might wake up with more bruises than usual. 

I flinched again when his belt hit the floor. Tear slipped from my eyes as his body covered mine giving me the heat I never wanted from him. 

I whimpered when his rough hand grabbed my hair in fist and tongue ran on my neck. He inhaled my hair loudly. Like a lion who has caught the scent of blood.

I gasped when he lifted my waist up and entered inside me with the slam. I struggled to get hold of something when he filled me up and I jerked forward. 

My attempts to seek help went futile when he grabbed my wrists and locked my hands behind my back. I was completely under his mercy as he rammed inside me mercilessly.

He pulled me up and rested my head on his shoulder while grabbing my throat with his one hand and the other went to my clit. 

He is hard as a rock inside me, my bed jerked with each thrust and he assaulted the skin on my neck and shoulder. 

I gasped for the air when his hold tightened on my neck and started to affect my breathing. I grabbed on his hand with both of my hands, silently pleading him to loosen his grip because I can't breathe. 

At the same time my body trembled as he drew orgasm from me and used the same hand to grab my breast which grabbed my throat. 

I sucked in the air as my legs trembled but he was still in the same energy.

I don't know how many times he drew orgasms from me because it made me so exhausted that I was slumping in and out of the darkness.

He hauled my body up as his rock hard body slammed against my back with the roughness. 

I gave up when he emptied himself inside me with the curse and pulled out, letting me fall on the bed like a lifeless doll.

I thought it was over from tonight but he turned me around and hovered over me. My tired eyes fluttered open but it's hard to see him in the dark. 

He always comes in the darkness. My nightmare, Rafael Delgado!