Eleanor's P.O.V 8 days have passed. 8 days...But, Daniel didn't come back after leaving me in that state. My entire body felt like it was on fire yet somehow, the temperature of my skin was normal. I wasn't sick yet somehow still sick. Eight days. I haven't seen my Daniel for Eight days. My eyes were longing for the mere sight of his back but even that sight seemed to be a luxury I couldn't afford this time.I was like a prisoner yet I was free. I wasn't restricted from going anywhere. Yet my feet refused to leave this room as if they were tied to invisible chains. Everyday, someone would bring in my food and medicine as I stared out the window watching the sunset and sunrise, waiting for him to come. But, he never did. He never did.Silent tears flooded down my cheeks as my face rested on the wall as I sat on the window sill. I couldn't help but wonder why he left me like this. Was it something I did wrong? Did he not love me anymore?All of these thoughts and feelings were con
Eleanor's P.O.V I was in the arms my Daniel as we left the throne room as I stared at him with a blank expression on my face. The scene of when I kneeled before him running through my head.And, for once in all these days a question ran in my head. Where was my respect as an individual for myself? I get that I missed him. I get I needed him. But, why did I leave myself behind in that moment for him? Why-But, my thoughts were cleared from my head the moment his enchanting voice made it's way to my ears. "Don't. Don't ever do it again, El. I never want you kneeling infront of presence of people that aren't me."I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "But, Daniel-""No, Eleanor. Don't argue with me on this," he said firmly, his grip on me tightening slightly. "You deserve respect just as much as I do. Don't forget that. From now on, we stand together as equals."I stared at him for a moment, feeling a sense of warmth spread through me. He was right. I had let my love for him a
Eleanor's P.O.V *Mature Content*As the doors of the red room closed behind me, Daniel's entire persona changed in a minute. "Off with the clothes, flower." He ordered as he walked to the same chair near the wooden table on which I was punished placed in the center of the room. I watched dumbfounded as he sat on the chair, looking at me with coldness in his eyes. "Hurry up, flower. Unless you want a reminder of what happened last time when we were here."My heart raced as memories of what happened flashed in my mind. The punishment for my misbehavior was intense, and I was not sure I was ready to go through it again. I knew better than to disobey Daniel's commands.I shed my clothes quickly, leaving me in my lingerie as I fell down to my knees, gazing at the beautiful wooden. I could feel his piercing gaze on me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He stood up and walked towards me, as he circled around me like a lion inspecting his prey."You're mine, Eleanor. Every inch of you
Daniel's P.O.V Eight days.Eight days was all it took to make my canary break her cage of freedom and fly straight into mine.The cage from where she won't ever be escaping from.She was like a ray of sunshine in my otherwise dull life. I needed her. I desperately did and here she was right now. Underneath me.A complete moaning mess.All she needed right now was me. All she saw right was me.If I were to leave right now, she would completely shatter. My canary would completely fall apart. That's not what I wanted. I didn't want to shatter her. I wanted her to carve me, think about me but not break apart because of me.Believe it or not, I didn't want my flower to become a doll. I wanted her human. I loved her human. A human with a mind that only thinks of me.I watched as my canary spread her legs apart. "I... Please, Husband." The words that left her plum lips made me smile as I watched her leaning back on her elbows with her legs spread wide. I got off of my knees from above her a
Eleanor's P.O.V The sun rays and the noise of birds chirping made my eyes open as all the pleasure of yesterday had somehow converted into bone breaking pain of today.I tried to sit up but my body was not ready to cooperate with me. The memories of last night played in my mind like a movie.My entire body was sore. A whimper left my lips as I groaned and turned to the other side of the bed.Cold and empty.That's what it was. Because Daniel wasn't here.I felt a pang of disappointment in my chest as I remembered Daniel bringing me back to our room, cleaning me up, putting me to sleep and then leaving silently. Leaving just like that after we had that moment. The pain in my body imulsified due to the negative thoughts and his warm body not lying next to mine supplying heat to my cold, tired body after yesterday. Did he go back to the morning court? How could he leave me after everything we did last night? For hours?Tears streamed down my cheeks as the pillow covers were stained b
Eleanor's P.O.V I woke up from my deep sleep which Daniel had put me into before leaving. As I sat up straight on the bed as a yawn passed my lips, making me stretch my body. My eyes lingered to the clock that was on the wall.5 o'clock. So, it's evening. Seeing the time, I lied back down on the bed once again as I stretched my entire body and started rolling on the soft mattress like a kid.Ugh... So comfortable.... So soft...Groans and moans left my lips as I twisted and turned in the bed sheets. But, that only lasted til the time I rolled to the edge of the bed and fell off from it, landing on my ass making my entire back sting."Fuck!" A curse left my lips. Though, the pain wasn't as much as before probably due to the medication Daniel gave me but it was still there.Still there lingering in my senses.My hand held the hard edge of the bed as I slowly and steadily took the support of the bed to get back up to my feet despite the pain coursing through my veins. As I stood back
Eleanor's P.O.V I looked around as my feet unconsciously dragged me in taking me to the old bench, which somehow seemed awfully familiar to me even when I had never been here. In this life, I guess.It wasn't until I walked there, staring at the bench as I realized that there was sweat on my neck. As I decided to wipe the sweat off, I realized that it wasn't sweat at all.They were tears. Tears that had streamed down from my eyes to my cheeks and then to my neck.I was crying. Why?I had absolutely zero idea.I wanted to know why I was crying but I just didn't know. I tried helplessly to wipe off those mysterious tears that were flowing and stop them but they never did stop.I sat down on the bench, feeling defeated and confused as I placed the journal beside me. What was wrong with me?As I sat there, lost in thought and trying to piece together what could have triggered my tears, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see a man walking towards me.He was tall, with dark ha
Eleanor's P.O.V "Hello there." A voice peirced my ears as I jumped to my feet, slowly turning around to look at the owner of the voice. A tall, shadowy figure stood before me, its face completely obscured by the darkness. "Who are you?" I asked nervously, my heart racing in my chest."I am the collector," the voice replied, "and I have been waiting for you.""The collector?" I repeated, confused."Yes," the shadowy figure replied, "I collect memories, and I believe you have something of mine.""I don't understand," I said, my hands shaking with fear."The journal," the collector said, holding out his hand. "I believe it belongs to me."I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, suddenly, the memory came rushing back to me. That brown, coarse sheet, the signature scrawled across it. It wasn't mine. It had never been mine. I had taken it. Yet, why did it feel like it was mine? Like I was the owner of it? Why did it feel so familiar?"I'm sorry," I said, handing the jou