All Chapters of Nathaniel's Captive; Vicious Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

P A S T T I M E . . . "You can come inside mine, then. How's it?" Delilah wasn't sure if she heard him right. She couldn't believe it until she listened to him twice because such a big favour from a stranger was something unpredictable and unacceptable. Strangers aren't so nice to strangers unless they have an evil intention or something to demand. Her face held the expression of her heart. She stared at him, dumbfounded before she whispered, "What?" He sighed, realizing she wasted almost three minutes just to have him repeat for her. "I said you can come inside my room for tonight," he repeated, pushing a hand into the pocket of his trousers. Her eyebrows raised and she hurried to reply, "N-No, why should I trouble you?" She threw an excuse, while in reality, she didn't trust him enough to share a room with him. That was obvious. "You think you can trouble me?" That shut her mouth. "I have two beds and. . ." He narrowed his eyes on her as he added, "If you're afraid, you can

P A S T T I M E . . . The following morning, the day was bright and hot. Yawning and patting her mouth, her soft slippers rubbed against the wooden floor of her room. The edge of her white silly pajama almost kissed the ground as she walked up to the sliding doors and grabbed the curtains of her room to push them aside. Darkness vanished the moment her curtains slid away, followed by the doors that made a rough sound. She sighed and stepped out of the white-painted boundary, looking up at the sky which was bright blue. The sun was high, shining with all its might and spreading a glow and warmth that was high enough to torture anybody. "This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it." Speaking out what the Word of God said was her habit every morning. She always did it, never minding if something wrong happened that day because all the while, the supernatural peace inside her helped her fight every single battle. The perfect peace of God inside her was some

P A S T T I M E . . . Stay away from him. For Delilah, it wasn't really hard to get away from her naive crush, her next-door neighbor, also known as her father's boss, because it was just the beginning of it. Her liking towards him hadn't started growing roots so she very easily could pull off the very small bud it started becoming. After the small conversation between her father and her about his boss, they had dinner and the day ended like that. However, the next morning, she was prepared to react the way her father wanted her to. Delilah wasn't a robot to do as her father said. It was just her love for her father that made her see the concern in his eyes and she obeyed him. She knew he could find better for him and she knew if he was warning her, it wasn't for nothing She got ready for her college, wearing a white top and black jeans. She did her hair as usual and grabbed her jacket and knapsack to leave. Her father greeted her lovingly like every time she left him in the ca

P A S T T I M E . . . Delilah sighed as she entered her room. It was around midnight when she entered her room after coming back from Theodore's place. It was a nice meeting. Theodore didn't try to make any move. As he said, his mother was fond of Delilah in a few words of kindness. She liked the young woman but had no idea what her son was brewing up in his head for Delilah. Delilah couldn't say she enjoyed but the meeting wasn't boring either. Theodore's younger brother was fun, receiving all attention. Now when she was in her bedroom, she slowly made her way inside and turned the lights on. With a deep sigh, she let herself find rest in her bed as she lay down for a few minutes. The eyes of her admirer were on her the moment she entered the walls; the boss of her father. From his room, he could see her. But not anymore, as she was on her bed, which was behind the wall. He kept his eyes there, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. His hand held his phone close to his ear and the wo

P A S T T I M E . . What she experienced that night was horrible and she knew she had to struggle to come out of it. However, it wasn't really easy. The very morning she wasn't in her room. She was in a different shelter, on a bed owned by someone else. A silk sheet covered her, her fist clutching the cloth over her chest as she was writhing inside. "No, don't do that," she mumbled with her chapped lips, eyes squeezing shut as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. The pain inflicted on her skin could vanish in a few days but the pain of betrayal on her heart was going to remain for a bit longer. She trusted him but he played with her trust, harboring wrong intentions in his heart. With the appearance of a lamb, his desires growled like a wolf. She couldn't believe her eyes couldn't see it until it was out of hand. It was the same time the door opened and he walked inside, finding her crying with closed eyes and a fainted heart. She pushed her face into the sheet, her cheeks damp