What happens when a deranged man goes on a rampage to bring an innocent woman to her knees in defeat? What happens when that woman chooses to fight back? Who will win in this battle of good versus evil?
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"Eat."
She barely wanted to raise her head to look at him. Where would she find the strength to anyway? For two weeks, she suffered in silence wishing for someone, anyone to save her from this hell. The failed attempts to flee when she felt she had the chance only led to more beatings, verbal lashings and assaults.
During the days she was left staring at the same walls, she often anticipated the worst. And at one point, she pondered the whereabouts of Faith and Ollie until she made mention of it to Arielle.
"They're no longer with us." She told her with no hesitation. Elsie didn't need to figure out what that meant and her heart sank from the news.
A chill ran down her spine when she recalled the blood running down her legs from the brutal rape weeks ago. The internal hemorrhaging caused by vaginal lacerations from Blair's savage handling of her weakened body. Now she was even more weak, from the gradual weight loss and the torment of being in a constant state of fear. Naturally, it drained her of all energy.
"I'm not going to tell you again," the deep voice demanded.
Elsie glanced down at the other end of the table. She forced herself to look away from the cold hard eyes of a beast.
Unable to expel her true feelings, she simply shook her head. There was no use in talking anymore. She was tired of trying to plead with a man who refused to see her humanity.
The silence grew thick in the room. Elsie closed her eyes, wishing she hadn't become accustomed to the tingling knot in her stomach, the same sensation she felt when she sensed his rage.
Her head jerked up when she heard the chair screech across the floorboard. Blair stood like a statue, unmoved with a cold expression.
"I didn't ask you, pet. That was an order."
Elsie shook her head, watching him take a menacing step towards her. "I'm not hungry," she quickly spoke up.
"It's not up to you. Eat." Blair's dark gaze roamed over her face down to her stomach.
Elsie could have let out a bitter laugh at the notion of Blair actually caring about her or the baby. Every other night it is a repeat of his persistent abuse towards her.
"You don't care," she whispered, more to herself.
A strong hand gripped her chin and forced her to snap her head far back enough to stare into deep brown eyes.
"If I didn't care, you'd be dead. I will feed you myself if I have to."
"Don't lie." Elsie gritted her teeth. "You hate me."
Blair released her chin and stepped back. "And you hate me. Does that make us even?"
Elsie felt her eyes water. "Not even close. I've never wished harm to come to you. Somehow, I still don't."
