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2024-10-29 19:42:56I sensed something soft and cool beneath me, maybe a mattress. Between trying to open my eyes and slowly getting conscious about my surroundings, I recalled what happened to me when I was sober for the last time. I came from an operation theatre. I was informed that someone's expecting me. I prayed that the person should not be him. When I entered the waiting room, there was no one. I sensed a faint masculine smell and everything after that was completely blank. I could sense the same smell right now. It was him. Definitely him. My numb body got up abruptly in fear at that mere thought. The room I am in is so plain and empty. It is large, dainty and sealed so that no speck of dust could enter. The only furniture it is decorated with is the bed on which I am lying naked. It was not until I found myself naked, I came to my senses.
I covered my chest folding my arms against it. There is no piece of cloth here, not even the bed has bed sheets. Where are my clothes? I looked around but could not find any. It was definitely his doing. Why? Didn't he married my step sister and living happily. Why does he have to come into my life again like this when he left me without a word? Why after all these months? Why? Isn't his ego satisfied enough even after breaking me into million pieces? There is nothing left in me to take now. Then why?
As I heard the creaking sound of the door, I scooted to a corner of the room covering my trembling body with my hands. Shudder passed through my spine in the anticipation of seeing him after all these months. I would kill him at the first sight or I'll kill myself. What if it's not him. Even after all the sufferings he put me in, I don't want anyone to see me like this. I am such a fool to think that I still belong to him. He made me like this. Tears rolled down my cheeks when I looked at the boots approaching me. It's him. I don't have to see his face, I knew it by the way he walks, by his smell. It's him. I moved more closer to the wall. If I only I could disappear into it and teleport to some other place, I could escape.
I flinched as I scooted more into the cold walls. I need warmth, I needed his arms to hold me. But he is the one who is creating this wild, cold storm in my life. I didn't dare to look at him. I've had enough. I have no strength left in me. All I could see is his hands started to unbuckle his belt. I quivered and bit my lower lip. Oh God, please. Don't let him do this.
"Please." I whimpered. "Please don't do this."
He didn't listen. He will never listen. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. It fell around his legs onto the floor.
"Look at me." He ordered in his usual harsh. I am hearing to that bossy voice for the first time in six months. Only I know how desperate I was to hear this. But I didn't dare. He disgusts me now.
"Look at me." He shouted again and I jerked in fear. And when I looked at him, his naked body, and his chiseled face, I startled. The sight before me took my breath away. It can't be. How can this happen?
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