Bite Me Forever

Chapter 7: A Lover's Damnation

Hesitantly, I followed Viktor down the passageway. It was dark and cold and smelled of musty wood. The door closed behind us with a loud noise. Suddenly we were surrounded by walls made of thick logs that had been sanded down and lacquered to a high shine. The floor was made of stone tiles, each one etched with an intricate symbol that glowed faintly in the darkness.

What were we doing here? Where the hell was Viktor taking me? I was confused and my husband hadn't said a word. My body was shaking as I followed Viktor down the unfamiliar path. I was overcome with fear, yet curiosity kept me close to him. All I could hear was my own pounding heart and the echoing of my footsteps that somehow seemed to become more and more distant as I ventured further down the unknown path.

As Viktor and I made our way through the narrow passageway, my heart raced and my hands began to sweat. I felt a chill run down my spine and I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over me. There was a sense of urgency, and I could tell that something was weighing heavily on Viktor's mind.

I walked behind him, the oil lamp in his hand the only source of light. I could only see his muscular back but from the tension of it and the speed at which he was striding, I grew concerned.

Why did he rush when he realised the sun was about to rise? Did it have something to do with the fact that I had never seen him during the day? What was he hiding? Why wasn't he talking to me? Perhaps... Was Viktor regretting our night together? Had I done something to upset him? I was certain he had been with other women before me, so I may have come up short in his eyes... I hesitated, unsure of whether or not I should bring up the topic. Anxiety rose within me as I struggled to make a decision.

"Viktor, where are we going?" I finally asked, trying to break the silence between us. "What's happening, why the rush?"

But Viktor just remained stubbornly silent, his mood suddenly turning sour. I was filled with trepidation at the thought of him regretting our night together. Or maybe it was something else. Had I done something wrong?

"Viktor, please talk to me," I implored, my voice laced with concern. "What's going on?"

At last, Viktor spoke, his voice low and strained. "I'm sorry, Lucy," he said. "I shouldn't have done it. It was a mistake."

I gasped, my heart sinking at his words. "What do you mean, Viktor? What was a mistake?"

"Us," he replied, his voice laced with regret. "I shouldn't have let things go as far as they did. It was a moment of weakness, and it won't happen again."

My lips fell open and my shoulders slumped, I couldn't believe it. I suddenly felt cheated. Viktor's words cut through me like a sharp blade. His icy blue eyes were distant and unreadable, and my chest felt tight as I waited for him to say something more, to explain himself. My stomach lurched as the understanding of his meaning slowly dawned on me. He didn't want me anymore. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered the warmth of his embrace, trying desperately to cling to the memory of it before it vanished altogether. But Viktor was completely unaffected. He simply sighed, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion, and then continued walking, deeper and deeper into the underground tunnel.

What had I done? Why did I give myself so easily to him? I swallowed the thick lump which was growing in my throat, dabbed the corner of my eyes softly and continued in my walk.

Viktor had gone really far without even looking back, obviously not caring about if I was following or not. My chest constricted painfully. I doubled up in my steps as I followed behind him. We arrived at some stone stairs that took us even deeper into the earth. The walls around us seemed to exude some kind of ancient energy, and I could feel it coursing through my veins. The sound of our footsteps echoed all around us. I wanted to reach out and take Viktor's hand, but I refrained. After all, I had my pride too.