Lion looked down. Not daring to look at Theo's gray eyes when the door that separated them opened. The limping steps slowly approached Lion who seemed hesitant to hand over the walking stick to his master.
"You must stop Lady Magdalena, sir," Lion said almost inaudibly. One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. Forced to accept the crutches presented before him "What did Magdalena do?" He asked as he closed the door to the room. "Madame beat Afilia, sir." Theo's face turned away quickly, not understanding what Lion was saying. What was Magdalena's problem with Afilia, to disrespect Beatrace's position as an old woman and mother with great responsibility? "She hasn't been here for a day and her sanity is already diminished. Why is she beating up that teenage girl?" "Forgive me if I'm presumptuous, sir. But you're the subject of what's going on. We'd better get over there. They're in the kitchen."<Just a moment .... Something Rose found impossible to believe. God knows how many times she took a breath, swallowing the disappointment of having to bathe in the spunk that had sprung up on her body. Down there, the vibrations of the vibrator were still blazing. Rose didn't give any reaction, just stared at the wall in front of her half blankly. Too long receiving stimulation-since Theo was still in the same place, causing Rose's sensitivity points to weaken. How hard could it be when before leaving, Theo complied with Rose's small request? She felt humiliated by the decision Theo had made unilaterally. Didn't the man think of the great risk that might ensue? Even Rose began to feel the difference between before and after accepting the foreign object into her body. "Asshole." With all her might Rose struggled, trying to free herself from the binding shackles. The jingling of the chains chimed with eac
"You've already done it once. That means you can. Just do it. Don't worry. I'll smile, once you whip me." It was a tough decision. Rose wanted to feel free. But not by hurting others. She was stuck in a big dilemma. Going forward and backward seemed to make no difference. It was too bad if she had to keep one or the other. Should she hurt the father of the unborn child? "It's not very difficult for you to make up your mind, Rose." Rose's brown eyes closed tightly. Leaving and staying would not have been a difficult choice, if only Theo had allowed her to walk away for free, without involving violent scenes that harmed both parties. "I'll count to three. Do it before I change my mind, Rose. Or do you want to be my slave for the rest of your life?" "One." "Rose." Theo's warning was cold. Rose had no choice but to raise her arms up, then whip the tip of the whip to leave a r
"How could you do this, Afi! Mom never taught you to lie. What were you thinking before accusing your master of such nonsense, huh!" The slashes of the belt rained down on Afilia's body in rapid succession. Beatrace vigorously vented the anger, disappointment and shame that tore at her pride. She had foolishly believed Afilia's accusations. However, when the truth was proven, Beatrace was like being struck by lightning. She should have maintained her faith from the start... Theo would never do such a despicable thing to her only daughter. That man was already willing to pay for Afilia's education all the way to college, what more could Beatrace say? "Throw your feelings away, you're not worthy to stand beside the lord. Remember you are no more than a servant's daughter." "I understand, Mother. Stop, please. I won't do it again." The first time she set foot in the execution chamber. Afilia realized all the equipment was a th
"Why did you let Miss Rose go, sir? Aren't you afraid of something happening to her?" In the midst of bandaging the wound. Travis noticed the changing ripple of the face, at times cold, at other times suddenly very shady. Theo's gray eyes sometimes moved out of focus, which then blinked... staring at Travis wordlessly. "This whip wound, Miss Rose did it?" A slow nod made the corners of Travis' lips curve faintly. "So why did you let Miss Rose go, sir?" he asked in almost a whisper. Travis looked down as a sharp flash loomed right in front of him. Theo sighed, then pulled both arms back as the bandaging was completed. "She begged me like a desperate woman. How could I keep her here." The first time Theo opened his voice since entering Travis' room. The adonis's face turned back, highlighting the empty bed that just moments ago displayed Rose's shadowy body. "Do you still
Five sleeping capsules lay on the surface of his palm. Theo shifted the capsules randomly with his thumb, hesitating to swallow the entire amount. He didn't know what was making his anxiety explode. The chest thumping was more intense than usual. Inevitably, the dose Travis had given him was simply not enough to make Theo fall asleep the way he wanted. He needed something more, increasing the number of capsules a little more probably wouldn't be a big deal. Theo's arm reached out for the glass of water on the nightstand. Preparing to consume the sleeping capsule, before someone pressed his lips. "I guess you really want to sleep in 'peace' forever," Rose quipped with emphasis. One free hand separated three capsules, leaving only two of them. "That's the dose Travis recommended to you, unless you can't count." Suddenly the gray eyes blinked. A deep frown appeared on Theo's forehead when Rose gave a faint smile.
A single word from those hot lips ends a negotiating act that is quite a relief. Rose's body arched upwards as almost every light touch was done in the same way as worship - so gentle, as if she was Theo's precious pottery. With both hands bound. Rose touched the black hair that lingered on the chest area. Theo sucked on both defiant nipples in turn. Once the man looks up, his lips seem to gloss under the flash of light. Before celebrating the peak. Theo frees the shackles on Rose's arms, so that the fingers touch the rough chest that has begun to grow overgrown with hairs. It felt like Rose wanted to annihilate them in the same way as the other day. "Theo." Rose swallowed harshly feeling the penetrators slowly breaking in - giving her a sense of tightness as she was filled to the brim. The creeping, rising, falling, releasing motion sent an undeniable rush of pleasure. "You're so tight," Theo said, push
"Dore, wake up, hey, you've overslept. Don't let me douse you with cold water." A soft voice whispered, provoking the gray eyes that were closed... to open slowly. Beautiful. One word that could turn the peaceful thumping in the chest into a nameless loud knock. Theo rose to take a cautious stance. The look of gray just like his was as foreign as pain. For the second time in as many years, the woman appeared wearing the most peaceful smile of the last seen. Why? "Dara?" "Yes, it's me." The light touch on the skin of Theo's cheek froze him in place. He studied Dara's beautiful face for a long time. He couldn't say anything, other than his eyes turning red. "Did you miss me, Brother?" Theo nodded repeatedly, confirming what Dara had said. Spontaneously his arms hugged Dara as tightly as possible. Theo buried his face there, between her shoulder and the open
"In an hour don't forget to bring breakfast and warm milk to the guest room. Rose may still be sleeping, but you can wake her up later." Theo spoke without looking at the other person, focused on adjusting the cuffs of the long shirt sleeves he was wearing. As for Beatrace, the middle-aged woman could only bow obediently, not daring to lift her face to look at her master directly. Ever since Afilia's mess, anything Beatrace did ended up under pressure. She really felt bad for the misunderstanding. Thankfully, Theo chose not to make a big deal out of it. "Are you sure you want to drive yourself, sir?" asked Lion, skeptical of the leg condition that looked a little different when the man beside him took a step. "I'm fine. You just do the tasks I give you." Not entirely true, perhaps the word fine was just a form of transition, for indeed the pain sometimes stung in some spots. In t
"I warned you not to participate. Now your presence is like a second barrier. We can't act freely." Rose turned away when Xelle chided rudely. "You mean I'm a burden here? I can take care of myself if that's what you think." No less sharply she lashed out at the man who was staring straight ahead. "I wonder how far you can take them. You'd better sit quietly in the car." Still with the focused, indifferent gaze Rose was getting from the man in front of her. She turned away solidifying the sentence buried in the back of her throat. "You underestimate women too much. I'll show you that I can handle anything that comes my way." "And if you continue to pick a fight with me here. I can assure you we'll never get started," Rose continued half-commemoratively. Xelle reminded her exactly of Theo who almost never relented when it came to arguing. Rose looked away not wanting to be influenced further. Momentarily noticing Travis pulling himself forward a step. "Wh
There wasn't enough feeling during the trip to Italy. Rose's gaze was always unfocused, still speared by a jumble of bad thoughts regarding Theo's condition and how she would get her husband back. Theo was taken away and hidden by Verasco. No idea where. But the next stage of the location they would go to was Verasco's headquarters. Lion assumed it was there, a little approved by Travis who confirmed. A while ago, they had tracked the last point of Verasco's car through GPS coordinates. Unfortunately, the middle-aged man knew such things would happen, so he deliberately blocked access by not turning on the GPS function in the car. They could have hacked into the city's CCTV footage. Analyze the license plate or where cars similar to Verasco's stretched across Milan. However, the decision would have affected their chances. At worst, from the time Rose and the others arrived at Theo's mansion, two hours back was all Verasco required of them, especially Rose—
"Now how is Theo?" she asked as she scrutinized Lion like he had just breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm not talking to an empty tomb," Rose quipped, thinking how foolish it would be to speak up in the face of something that couldn't possibly give her an answer. And so, Lion understood m—with some difficulty, he positioned himself to rise, though only half-slouching and showing a face twisted in pain. "Sir ...." "Sir is still in a coma, Miss." Lion's answer was a great success in exploding the contents of Rose's mind. So all this time, while Theo had never come to her, it wasn't that the man was unwilling. But there was a wall too high stretched between them. Unconsciousness. A state of sleep that was too deep. Making her husband never present in the nights Rose was always haunted by loss. She took a ragged breath... no longer knowing how to describe the truth that hit her sanity. "Theo is in a coma and why did you have to hide that from me?" "I'm so
The reality was like a volcanic avalanche of vomit in Rose's head. The heat melted everything. Either happy or actually Rose couldn't let go of the so-called euphoria. She lost the ability to distinguish between reality and delusion. Her mind cavity was full, claustrophobic, especially Rose felt lied to in such a way. "How could you do this to me, Lion? Travis, Beatrace, all of you. How could I fall for the role you played?" asked Rose almost in a whisper. Her gaze was half-empty, thinking back to how Beatrace had behaved and the series of sentences the middle-aged woman had spoken. They were all lies. Rose couldn't understand why, they interpreted it as inappropriate to know the extent of Theo's condition. What was the worst part was that they thought Rose was involved in harming her own husband.... She did all that between a sense of urgency and an involuntary impulse. Even if Rose knew Theo would protect her. She wouldn't have let Theo pull the stunt. Rose's ey
From Aiden, the man's phrases today were the worst draining for Rose. She sighed unfocused, as soon as possible—like yesterday she wanted to close her small restaurant a little earlier than the operating hours. Indeed, some of the equipment had already been cleaned by Rose. Next, the corner of Rose's lips curled into a big smile after the last customer waltzed away and left some coin tips. Rose quickly approached the doorway to reposition the 'open' sign in the opposite direction. Quite relieved, she turned towards the table with the remaining dirty dishes. First stashing the tips received into her pants pocket, then carefully arranging the plates on the tray. What a pity what Rose didn't understand... she never expected the door of her restaurant to be suddenly kicked in, until from outside a man threw another man's slumped body right under Rose's feet. Her breath caught as Lion winced in pain, while the still towering perpetrator looked like a lake of thirst.
"You're back again, sir?" Lion was overcome with astonishment at the sudden arrival. The man facing him simply handed over the bag that had once been forcibly taken. "Yes. I don't need this laptop anymore. My work is done. " "What work are you referring to that is related to Mr. T's laptop, sir?" Lion was completely clueless. Everything that had happened lately was enough to keep him silent. Apart from Lion having to take care of George during his detention and outside of Verasco's knowledge. Lion wanted to know what activities provoked curiosity, but it seemed that the owner of heterochromia eyes was reluctant to reveal what was being done secretly. Actually, the decision to investigate something that wasn't 'mandatory,' Xelle should not have made. He interpreted everything Rose told him as an imbalance. About the murder Theo had committed against Rose's parents. According to Theo's records that Xelle had traced, the bullet should have hit the victim'
Two months after the heart—pounding incident all of Rose's lives were exactly the same. She lived day by day as if in an open cage. Rose was both free and trapped. There were electromagnetic waves in the house she had just moved into during that time. Waves that did not record visually. However, sensory movements would send signals to the last man with Rose that day to know every detail of the strange activities Rose was doing. Like if Rose wanted to do something reckless—self-harm or something else. Two months earlier. When they were no longer in the middle of the forest. Rose's silence and fear eventually acted as anger that evaporated completely. There had indeed been a major argument. All Rose's intentions took place almost slicing a kitchen knife into her own wrist. The woman received a series of scathing sentences to really get slapped. Realization. And Xelle then chose to be hands-off in the sense that the man assured full surveillance via the electromagnetic waves in
"Axe, stop your car." The car that had been provided since they arrived in Canada. What Rose had never imagined was that the car she was riding in would drive off into the forest. While the man in the driver's seat really had his heart set on getting there. A cold, sharp, unaccepting gaze met the heterochromia's bead. "Stop your car, Axe!" Rose turned to confirm exactly where they were going to dock. It was too far, and she was again jolted by the sudden stop of the car. "Why here?" asked Rose softly. Her attention was fully focused on a single denizen of the jungle. Firm, large, clawed features mirrored the creature that walked beneath the elder tree. Rose's mind shuddered at the thought of the beast becoming aware of their presence. "Get out!" Instantly Rose glared at Xelle in disbelief. "What do you mean?" "That wild tiger will make you die quickly. Now you can catch up with your dear husband." "Get out!" Rose wanted to inter
One counts first. The next two. Rose held her breath after obtaining the firearm. She froze in place as the instincts of a dominant man turned sharply to digest what had happened in the blink of an eye. Rose realized that piercing expression was not good for her. "Don't come any closer!" threatened Rose, bringing the muzzle of the gun to her temple. "Fuck! What are you doing!" Rose took a step back whenever Xelle tried to get closer. Rose's common sense really wasn't there. Not with her. "Stop your ridiculous behavior, Rose." Rose shook her head violently. She would rather end her life than wander aimlessly, shrouded in emptiness, shadowed by the guilt of having contributed to the loss of her husband's life. Rose couldn't hold on to anything. All was lost in the shuffle. "I'm warning you once again, Rose. Stop your ridiculous behavior!" No! Rose argued with a wet face. Trembling her arm steadily began to squeeze the trigger. A