Beneath The Veil Of Desire

Terror 🕸️

Heaven's heart pounded in her chest like a caged bird desperate for freedom. She longed to escape from Jacob, to run as far away as possible, but his strength was overwhelming. Every instinct screamed at her to fight, but she was powerless in the face of his imposing, muscular form.

Terror coursed through her as Jacob's anger flared. His words, sharp and threatening, sliced through the air like a knife, leaving her trembling in fear. The threat against her family pierced her heart like a dagger, and her world seemed to unravel.

"Don't you dare think about running away from me again, otherwise, I will kill your whole family, Heaven," Jacob's voice snapped with a deadly intensity. Her lower lip quivered, and in a desperate attempt to quell it, she bit down so hard it drew blood. Pain mixed with fear as she tasted the metallic tang of her blood.

"You are mine," he declared, his words sending a shiver down her spine. At that moment, he appeared more terrifying than ever, his features contorted by anger and possessiveness.

With a swift, forceful motion, Jacob propelled her into his car. Panic surged within her, and she cast a frantic glance around, but her options were nonexistent. She was trapped, held captive by a man who seemed capable of anything.

As they sped away, Heaven's mind raced. She begged silently for release from this nightmare. Her voice had become a trembling whisper as she attempted to reason with him.

"Stop, dear Heaven!" Jacob's voice was laced with anger and frustration. "Stop struggling. You should have thought about the consequences before running away from me. But you dared to defy me."

Tears streamed down her pale face as she trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't breathe, and the world around her seemed to blur. Fear had her in its unrelenting grip, and she could only plead, her voice quivering with desperation.

"P-please, leave me, Mr. Knight," she managed to stammer, her words barely audible. But Jacob remained unmoved, his anger unabated.

"No, my little love, Heaven," he responded with a chilling calmness.

Heaven's world crumbled as she sobbed, her tears falling like rain. She was trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of a man who seemed determined to exert his dominance. Her pleas for mercy echoed in the confined space of the car, but the shadow of uncertainty loomed large, leaving her with the haunting question of what her future held.

As Heaven sat trembling in the confined space of Jacob's car, her fear seemed to intensify with every passing moment. Her body quivered with the remnants of her sobs, and her tear-stained face was a portrait of misery. She felt utterly helpless, trapped in a situation that appeared increasingly dire.

Jacob's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his features etched with a complex mixture of anger, possessiveness, and something else she couldn't quite decipher. His chilling calmness was as unsettling as his earlier rage. The car sped through the night, the world outside a blur, mirroring the chaos within Heaven's mind.

Her voice, barely audible, was a desperate plea for mercy. "P-please, let me go, Mr. Knight," she implored, the words quivering on her lips. But Jacob remained unmoved, his determination unwavering.

"No, my little love, Heaven," he repeated, his voice laced with a disconcerting calm. "The fun has just started. How can you simply back out this early?"

The weight of his words bore down on her, filling her with a growing sense of dread. Her thoughts raced, searching for any possible escape from this nightmare. But as she glanced at Jacob, her captor, she found no solace, only a chilling resolve.

For Heaven, the future was shrouded in uncertainty, and her pleas for mercy echoed in the car's confines like a haunting refrain. What lay ahead was a terrifying unknown, and her struggle against the forces that bound her seemed futile.

As they continued on their journey into the night, Heaven clung to the fragile hope that some glimmer of kindness might emerge in Jacob Knight's heart, that somehow, against all odds, she might find a way to navigate the treacherous path that lay ahead.

**Jacob's point of view**

My heart clenched painfully as I gazed at her fragile form. Heaven looked so weak, and it hurt me to see her this way. I approached her gently, reaching out to wipe the tears from her beautiful face. Then, I straightened myself, my emotions in turmoil.

"Calm down, Heaven," I whispered, my voice soft. "Take a deep, slow breath." She obeyed, her breathing steadying.

"Now, if you don't want me to hurt you, be ready for our wedding," I said, trying to muster a gentle smile. The words hung in the air, a heavy promise of the inevitable.

With a final warning, I added, "Have some rest now, but dare you try to escape." I turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Inside, I was a mix of emotions. I was happy about the control I had over her, yet eager for the day when she would willingly love me.

I knew I couldn't scare her too much, but I had to teach her a lesson, to assert my dominance. Surprisingly, her tears had begun to affect me more than I expected.

As I was about to leave, I turned back to deliver one last message. "Be ready for dinner with your future husband, and remember, you are not going to your dad's home." Heaven looked up at me with fear in her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

When did she become so weak? It was a stark contrast to the spirited girl who had run from our wedding earlier. I had to admit, in this moment, she seemed vulnerable and defeated.

I provided her with a simple white dress, perfectly fitting her petite frame. "Get dressed," I instructed. "I'll be waiting downstairs for you. Join me for dinner." With that, I left the room, knowing there was no way she could win against me.

Heaven had been thrust into a situation, not of her choosing. Her father had sold her to save his company, leaving her with no other choice but to obey. As I watched her walk down the stairs for dinner, tears welled up in her eyes. She was about to become my bride, and she was reluctantly accepting me as her husband. It was a complex mix of emotions, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for both of us.