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The Tale Not Old As Time 57 “2AM”
Fifty-SevenAround two o'clock in the morning, Florence could not sleep. She was wide awake and staring at the ceiling wearing a baggy shirt and some pajama bottoms. She tried to reminisce about what happened in the lake as she was also recalling how Chaos’ amazing body looked so hot.As Florence lay in bed, her mind raced with the events of the night. The memory of Chaos’ confession, his longing gaze, haunted her. She could not deny the intensity of her feelings for him, the deep connection they shared. But she was also terrified of the consequences, the potential heartbreak that lay ahead.The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Why did he confess his feelings of wanting to kiss her? Was it fueled because it was a spur of the moment or because he was being his playful womanizer side? She could not help but ask herself, did he truly mean those words, or was it just a fleeting moment of passion? Florence tossed and turned, unable to find peace due to her mind bein
Last Updated : 2024-11-20The Tale Not Old As Time 58 “Barely A Whisper”
Fifty-EightFlorence’s voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence. “I’m a trophy wife,” she confessed, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark revelation that shattered the fragile peace.Chaos, taken aback by her honesty, gently rubbed her back. He did not want to ask anything for now, all he wanted to do was to let her know that he was there and he was listening. He understood the weight of her words, the pain and humiliation she must have endured. The secrets she kept to safeguard Heath’s reputation in the world of money and power. “I’m so sorry, Florence,” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”The silence that followed was heavier, a poignant pause as they both processed the gravity of her confession. Florence, her heart was absolutely heavy with sorrow, letting the tears flow freely. The pent-up emotions she went through since her family died, the years of silent suffer
Last Updated : 2024-11-20The Tale Not Old As Time 59 “Familiar Silence”
Fifty-Nine Florence returned to the city, a sense of melancholy settling over her. As she stepped into Heath’s flat, the familiar silence greeted her. A quick glance around confirmed her suspicion: Heath was still out of the country for his business trips and conventions. His slippers, untouched by the door, were a stark reminder of his absence. A wave of loneliness washed over her, a familiar feeling that had become a constant companion.The dinner table was set, a stark contrast to the emptiness Florence felt inside. As they ate, the silence was deafening, broken only by the clinking of silverware. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent battle between two souls, each harboring their own secrets.Florence knew what was coming. Heath, with his insatiable ego for power, reputation and influence, mixed with his twisted mind, would propose and insist to her of seducing Chaos, and playing a dangerous game. She braced herself for the storm, the verbal abuse that would undoubtedly
Last Updated : 2024-11-20The Tale Not Old As Time 60 “Downcast”
SixtyShe woke up with a throbbing pain in her eye. She was lying on the cold, hard floor, the shattered pieces of glass scattered around her. The dried remains of last night’s dinner were a stark reminder of the violence that had unfolded. She gingerly touched her eye, wincing at the pain. The bruise was already starting to form, a dark mark of the abuse she had endured. After she took a shower, Florence stared at her reflection in the mirror, her heart was immensely heavy with sorrow and shame of what she had been going through in her life. A dark bruise marred her eye, a very strong reminder of the violence that she had endured. She could not believe that Heath had resorted to such brutality for the second time, that he had shattered the fragile peace once again that they had once shared.Florence cursed under her breath as she applied makeup to conceal the bruise around her eye. She was running late for the ceremony, and the pain in her eye was throbbing. She rushed through her m
Last Updated : 2024-11-21The Tale Not Old As Time 61 “Barely Audible”
Sixty-OneChaos gently wiped away her tears. “You have me,” he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” she sobbed, her voice barely audible. “I just want it all to end.” She was not seeking pity, but simply pouring out her heart, a raw and vulnerable display of her pain. “I don’t want to live anymore.” She cried as more tears fell over her cheeks.“Don’t say that,” Chaos replied, his voice gentle as he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “You have to live for yourself, not for anyone else. Just tell me what happened. Please? Let me help you. What has he been doing to you?”“I don’t need your pity.” She barked. “I am not pitying you, Florence,” Chaos replied gently. “I care about you. I want to help you.”Florence shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she covered her eyes with her hands. “You won’t understand,” she sobbed, her voice muffled by her hands. “No one does. No one will.” Her words echoed the depths of her despair, a cry for
Last Updated : 2024-11-21The Tale Not Old As Time 62 “White”
Sixty-TwoChaos gently cupped her face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones. “Why don’t you take a long, warm bath?” he suggested softly, his voice filled with concern. “You just graduated college and you should be proud of yourself. We should be celebrating and not crying.” Florence looked up at Chaos, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked back at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew he was trying to help, to ease her pain. “I just… I am so tired,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I am tired of everything in my life right now. I’m tired of always getting hurt.” She closed her eyes, the warmth of his touch a comforting balm. Chaos pulled her into a gentle embrace. “You deserve to be happy.” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy.Florence’s voice, barely a whisper, trembled as she confessed, “I do not know how to live for myself anymore. My entire life has been a relentless battle. I am constantly fighting, struggling, just to survive. I am
Last Updated : 2024-11-24The Tale Not Old As Time 63 “Forcing A Happy Smile”
Sixty-ThreeFlorence slipped into the lingerie, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The lace underwear, while beautiful, was a bit tighter than she was used to. She glanced in the mirror, her eyes widening as she realized the revealing nature of the laced thong. She had not worn anything like this in years, and suddenly, she felt self-conscious and exposed.“Wow.” Florence gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. The lingerie, while elegant, accentuated her curves in a way she had never experienced before. Her breasts, usually modest and understated, were lifted and supported, creating a silhouette that was both alluring and empowering. She could not believe how different she looked, how confident she felt.When she slipped on the beautiful and really soft dress, she stood before the mirror inside of Chaos’ bathroom mirror, her reflection a stark contrast to the fragile woman she had been just a few days ago. Dressed in a sleek, body-hugging yellow dress that accentuated her curves
Last Updated : 2024-11-24The Tale Not Old As Time 64 “Calm But Serious”
Sixty-FourAfter dinner, they cleaned up together, a simple act that brought them closer. As they washed the dishes, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared dreams. Later, they curled up on the couch, each holding a glass of wine. The soft glow of the fireplace created a warm and inviting atmosphere.As they sipped their wine, they talked about their hopes and aspirations. Florence shared her dream of opening a school for children with disabilities, while Chaos spoke of his plans for his company. Their conversation was a beautiful blend of dreams and reality, a testament to the power of human connection.“Florence?” His tone was calm but serious.She looked back at him, “Hmm?”“Would it be okay if I asked how you ended up with Heath?” Chaos inquired, his voice gentle. “I am not trying to pry, I am just curious. You do not have to answer if you are not comfortable.”Florence weakly smiled, but it was not an intentional smile of being happy. Yet, she answered,
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The Tale Not Old As Time 78 “Mama”
**WARNING: The following scene contains graphic descriptions of violence and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not condone the acts depicted in this scene. This content is presented solely for storytelling and to highlight the devastating impact of such crimes.**Seventy-EightNora’s body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes, filled with a burning intensity, were locked onto Oscar, her face contorted with rage. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard that she did not think it would even happen at all, a mix of anger, fear, and despair. She was a woman consumed by an immeasurable amount of grief. She was a mother driven to the brink of madness. Her gaze fell upon her son, his small body a stark contrast to the horror of the situation. His back and rear had bodily fluids on them. The evidence of the abuse was clear, a haunting reminder of the nightmare he had endured. A wave of nausea washed over her, the realization of his suffering o
The Tale Not Old As Time 77 “Grim”
Seventy-SevenChaos stood beside Florence, his arms crossed, his expression grim. He had seen the darkness, the evil that lurked in the shadows from Nora’s tired eyes. He knew that they had a long road ahead, a battle against mental instability and emotional breakdown. But he was ready to fight, to protect this woman who had been through hell and give her a voice that no one had ever given her.“You can trust me.” Chaos’ voice was serious. “You can tell me all the names of the hospitals that rejected you in helping your son from that horrible night, and we can sue them. I’ll make sure they pay for their negligence. We’ll get justice for Noah. I will handle the financial needs. I can help you, so you have to help yourself, Nora, for Noah.”Even though Florence could not hear the exact words, she could sense the intensity of Chaos’ conversation with Nora. She knew that he was offering his support, promising to help her seek justice. The way his eyes were filled with empathy and determi
The Tale Not Old As Time 76 “Dark And Horrific”
Seventy-SixFlorence and Chaos were stunned, their hearts heavy with grief. Florence could not even understand what she was feeling. Nora was in her most vulnerable state – naked, crying and having a mental and emotional breakdown. All Florence could do was watch helplessly as Nora’s pain and her guilt consumed her, her sobs echoing through the room. Chaos felt a surge of anger and sympathy that Heath had done to this woman and her son. He just felt this deep sense for Nora, a woman who had suffered unimaginable pain. The revelation was devastating, a blow to their hearts. They had never imagined such a dark, horrific truth. Florence could feel her tears building as she slowly picked up the blanket and walked towards Nora who was still crying hysterically and hugging the teddy bear. She slowly and carefully wrapped the blanket around the naked Nora. “I don’t know what you went through,” Florence’s voice was soft and comforting, “But you have to calm down and not blame yourself for
The Tale Not Old As Time 75 “Mother”
Seventy-FiveThe man fixed his pants after getting what he wanted from her. He glanced at the woman lying on the bed, naked and had sperm all over her stomach. She looked lost and he laughed at the sight of her, after fixing his pants and shirt, he threw money on her face. “You pitiful disgusting bitch.” He muttered while laughing. With a final, dismissive look, he turned and left, leaving her alone in the cold, empty room, naked and emotionless.“Noah…” She mumbled softly as her eyes glued on the ceiling, devoid from any emotion or expression. “I’m sorry you witnessed that. Mama isn’t a bad person.” Her voice was weak as her body was in pain after having eight customers today.She could hear her son’s voice as he answered her, “Don’t worry mama. I know you were never a bad person.”Outside the motel, the city hummed with life, a stark contrast to the quiet desolation of the motel room. Cars whizzed by, their headlights cutting through the darkness as it was past ten o’clock in the e
The Tale Not Old As Time 74 “The Woman Named Nora”
Seventy-Four“His full name is Oscar Heath Gordic.” Nora spoke his full name.Florence’s eyes widened in shock. “Oscar Heath Gordic?” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. She had never heard Heath use his full name and she had always assumed he was just Heath since it was his name that he used when he signed their wedding papers and their marriage contract. He had always been just “Heath” to her, a distant, imposing figure. Was there something more, a hidden reason why he was not using Oscar?“How…” Florence trailed off. “What do you want from me?”Nora was hesitant, but she spoke anyway, “I heard he got remarried.”“And what do you want from me?” Florence asked right away.“There is so much more about that man.” Nora spoke as her voice trembled while she looked around, checking if there was someone near around them or behind her. She leaned forward to Florence, “He is a monster.” She whispered and Florence could tell that she was really scared.Florence’s heart pounded in her ch
The Tale Not Old As Time 73 “To Connect”
Seventy-ThreeChaos sat on the floor next to Florence, surrounded by a colorful array of props and materials. He was meticulously cutting out felt shapes, his fingers deftly maneuvering the scissors and finally he finished it.Florence, meanwhile, was busy writing out words and phrases on colorful cards. “Need any help with that?” Chaos asked, his voice gentle. Florence smiled gratefully. “That would be great,” she replied. She handed him a stack of cards and a marker. “Can you write these words in big, bold letters?” Chaos took the cards and began to write, his handwriting neat and precise. As they worked, they chatted, their laughter filling the room. It was a simple, quiet moment, but it was one that Florence cherished. She was grateful for Chaos’ support, his unwavering belief in her. “Is this the way you want it?” He asked as he showed it to her.She nodded, “Yes, thank you.”“No problem.” He smiled back as they were both lounging on his living room floor.As Florence was be
The Tale Not Old As Time 72 “Lovely”
Seventy-TwoAs they left the restaurant, the night air was crisp and cool. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a magical glow over the city. Florence, walking between Chaos and Kamilla, felt a strange sense of peace. The initial shock and hurt had subsided, replaced by a sense of acceptance. She knew that life was full of surprises, both good and bad. And she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. “Thanks for the lunch,” Chaos said, a grateful smile on his face. “You're welcome,” Kamilla replied. “It is always nice to catch up.” She paused, her expression turning wistful. “It has been too long since I have been back to the States.” Kamilla turned to Florence, her smile warm. “It was lovely meeting you, Florence,” she said.Florence smiled back, her voice barely a whisper. “Likewise,” she replied. “I hope to see you around Chaos, and you too Flo.” Kamilla chimed, her smile warm and inviting. Florence smiled politely. “Me too. I would love that.” she replie
The Tale Not Old As Time 71 “The Gracious Woman”
Seventy-OneChaos introduced them. “Florence, this is Kamilla. Kamilla, this is Florence.”Kamilla, ever the gracious woman, smiled warmly at Florence. “It is lovely to meet you, Florence,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. She could see the tension in the air, the unspoken words, the unspoken emotions. She sensed the complexity of the situation, the hidden depths of their relationships. But she chose to ignore it, to focus on the present moment.She turned to Chaos, her eyes filled with a knowing look. “It seems like you two know each other very well,” she observed, her tone light and playful.Chaos, caught off guard, hesitated on what exactly to say at the moment. He did not know how to explain the situation, how to introduce Florence without revealing too much. He glanced at Florence, seeking guidance, but she simply looked away, her expression unreadable.The silence stretched, an awkward tension filling the air. Kamilla, sensing the discomfort, decided to break the ice. She
The Tale Not Old As Time 70 “The Unknown Woman: Kamilla”
SeventyFlorence was also excited to continue her growing ‘relationship’ with Chaos, a man who had brought light into her life, a man who had shown her the true meaning of love and support.As she was about to indulge her fancy looking meal combo that she had ordered, she knew the meal was big for her, but she wanted to eat her happiness. At least, this was something that made her completely happy in her gloomy and tragic years of living. To her, it was a little win. It was a small victory, a moment of joy amidst the challenges she had faced. As Florence was about to take another bite of her meal, she paused, her eyes drawn to a familiar figure. Chaos, accompanied by a woman she did not recognize, was walking towards the second floor. Her heart skipped a beat, a wave of confusion and disappointment washing over her. “I will take care of this,” the woman said, her voice soft but audible from where Florence sat down. “It is the least I can do.”Florence’s heart sank as Chaos looked c
