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I sat at the very end of the bed, my heart thumping as I just stared at the door. The room was smothering. The walls seemed to close in on me with each second. Noah had locked me in an apartment that he had bought expressly to keep me hidden from the world. The windows were barred, and I could see outside the door guards who had taken their place to prevent me from leaving. It was now that the feeling of being caged finally washed over me like a wave, and it was an effort to maintain steady breathing.How had this happened? I thought about all the warnings, all the red flags that I had ignored. I should have known Noah wouldn't give up so easily. Even after all that, a piece of me had still hoped he would turn his back on all this eventually, that he would see reason. Now that hope seemed foolish, almost childish.I heard footsteps, so my body stiffened. Slowly, the door opened, and there he was—Noah. He dominated the room; a sense of familiarity and fear overtook me. At one time in my
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I sat at the foot of the bed, staring at the door, my heart hammering in my chest. The sense of powerlessness wrapped me in a smothering blanket, making each breath a little more labored than the previous one. Noah had confined me to this apartment. His twisted form of love turned into prison. My situation was unmistakable—I was trapped, and the man I loved turned stranger, obsessed and unhinged.I heard movement outside the door, and my body naturally straightened. The door creaked, and there he was—Noah. His presence seemed to fill the room, carrying an intoxicating mixture of fear and confusion. I had tried reasoning with him, pleading that he let me go, think about Anne, his wife, and his unborn child, but Noah was beyond reasoning now. Obsessiveness had completely taken over his mind."Christie," he said softly, his voice that unnerving blend of tender and determined. "I brought dinner."I watched as he brought a tray into the room to place upon the small table beside the bed. The
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That night, I cried myself to sleep. Sorrow sat on me so heavily that I could not keep my eyes open. The tears dried up on my cheeks, leaving paths of salt and sorrow. My room was dark; the silence was oppressive. My thoughts whirled with fear and hopelessness. Never had I felt so alone, so utterly abandoned by the world. But finally, with sleep, it was a jumble of fear, exhaustion, and the dire necessity of escape that occupied my mind.The world I entered then in my dreams was no better. Shadows loomed large, and the familiar faces of those I loved were distorted and unrecognizable. I could feel Seth there, reaching out for me, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't grasp his hand. Looming in the background was Noah's face; his eyes were cold, unfeeling, watching my every move. It felt like a dream that didn't end, stuck in a revolting sequence of fear and anxiety.Yet, deep inside my sleeping mind, I felt something wrong. I was not alone. A presence was seeping into the corners
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I sat there, pen shaking in my hand, the divorce papers right in front of me, like a sentence of death. My heart was racing in my chest; with every pulsation, it recalled for me that life I was being forced to abandon. The ink on the papers seemed to blur before my eyes and mix with the tears I fought back. This couldn't be happening. It felt like a nightmare, one from which I couldn't wake up. But no matter how hard I had wished it to be some kind of dream, reality stared at me, cold and unforgiving, right in the face.Noah stood over me, looming, as if his presence was a threat in itself, his face a mix of triumph and impatience. It was a side of him I had seen before—the side that would stop at nothing to get what it wanted. And now, what he wanted was my complete and utter submission, my willing participation in the destruction of life as I'd built it with Seth. My poorer, well-beloved man, who did nought but care for me, was to be cast aside like rubbish."Sign it, Christie," Noah
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This restaurant, with no other patrons, felt very quiet, eerily so. It was as if the place had been abandoned, and in a lot of ways, it had—by force. Noah had made sure this was the case by emptying out the place so we could have some sort of "private dinner." He claimed that was all this was, but the reality was much darker than this. I was a prisoner, confined in this elegant cage of sparkling chandeliers and polished silverware, which seemed to mock the horror of my situation.Noah sat opposite me, his demeanour quite calm and collected, in pungent contrast to the turmoil now rising inside of me. His cold, calculating eyes used to be warm and familiar, but now they belonged to a stranger, a man who remained unrecognized to me. He smiled at me, but it was nothing like the real thing. It was that smile of a predator, one pleased with his catch."Isn't this nice?" he asked, his voice smooth and deceptively gentle. "Just the two of us, enjoying a meal together. It's like old times, isn'
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I wobbled into the apartment, my legs like lead, my heart heavy from the events of the night. My mind was racing to a degree, trying to get everything that had happened in order, but sheer exhaustion made thinking impossible. All I wanted to do was fall onto the bed, bury myself under the covers, and somehow, magically, wake up from this nightmare. But instantly, as I crossed the threshold, a cold shiver went down my spine at Noah's presence right behind me.The door clicked shut behind me; the apartment became silent. I wanted to scream, to cry out for help even, but I knew it would just be fruitless. Noah had forever been one up on me, forever in control. My conscious struggles against him, my attempts to form some kind of plan out of the situation, now lay as limp as the wall around my body, allowing hopeless despair to choke me."Christie," Noah's voice carried through the hush like a knife, and my heart jumped. With slow dread, I turned until my gaze landed on him. His eyes were t
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I looked down at my plate, the food untouched and fast getting cold. The idea of eating turned my stomach over with nausea; appetite was a thing then unfelt. All I wanted was to be left alone, burrow into that tiny corner of my mind where peace still lingered. Noah's presence was impossible to ignore with his eyes, always on me as he sat across the table, waiting—waiting for what?.The only sound in the room was the ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance, detailing by seconds exactly how long I could stand relentlessly in my nightmare. I wouldn't look at him—refused to turn my attention to the man who once held so much importance in my life yet now stood as the reason behind my deepest despair. My eyes rested on a table, beckoning for strength to hold myself together."Christie," Noah's voice cut through the silence, low but penetrating, forcing my unwilling attention. I could feel the confusion, the frustration in the tone, as though he couldn't understand why I wasn't playing a
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The days had blurred into a smothering haze. Every morning, I woke up to the same stark, white walls, the same locked doors, the same overwhelming sense of dread. I moved through my days like a ghost, barely aware of the passage of time. Noah was relentless, always watching, always hovering just out of sight, but I had become adept at avoiding him. I knew his daily patterns, knew when he would leave me alone, and clung to those moments of reprieve like a lifeline. In such silent moments, I could almost fool myself into believing that I was free, somewhere else, someone else.But reality never strayed too far; it lurked in every nook of this mansion. I wasn't alone in the house; there were others—staff who came and went, faceless people who moved through the rooms with the same quiet efficiency. But none of them ever looked at me, not really. They were scrupulous, always scrupulous, avoiding my eyes as if they felt that to acknowledge my existence would somehow make them complicit in my
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