Default Title - His Sadistic Love

Part 8 :❤️ Horrible memories💔

Victor's POV

After what happened two days ago, I couldn't shake the memory of my interaction with Liza. I recalled asking her if she was a virgin-an impulsive question that revealed more about me than I intended. Her reaction said it all; it was clear she felt uncomfortable, and that made me realize how she viewed me since our first encounter at my parents' mansion.

It was obvious that she was terrified of me. Despite that, there was something intriguing about her vulnerability. I found myself drawn to it, even if I didn't fully understand why. I didn't care about her past ,how many guys laid on her or what she had experienced; my mind was fixated on the challenge of breaking through her defenses.

Seeing her like that, feeling a mix of fear and intrigue, made me want to learn more about her. I couldn't deny that I was captivated. As I reflected on our conversation, I knew I had to tread carefully. I wanted to understand her better, but I needed to approach her in a way that wouldn't push her away completely.

Author's POV

Victor stepped inside his mansion, the familiar air heavy with memories. As he walked down the hallway, he glanced at the family photos and portraits lining the walls. Each image tugged at his heart, bringing back bittersweet memories of his beloved mother, who had passed away just a week ago. He felt a mix of sorrow and longing, wishing he could have shared more with Liza during their brief interaction at the bar.

He had meant to tell her about his mother's death, but the alcohol had clouded his mind, leading him to ask an inappropriate question instead. They weren't close, but seeing Liza brought back thoughts of his mother's kindness-how she often spoke about her interactions with Liza and admired her work ethic.

As he continued walking, he recalled his childhood, a time when his mother would read him stories and play soccer with him. Those moments felt like a refuge from his father's relentless work and the shadows that loomed over their household. His mother had given him a glimpse of warmth and love, something he cherished deeply.

But the darker aspects of his upbringing were never far from his mind. His father, consumed by his own demons, had introduced Victor to a world he wished he could forget. Yet, he was grateful for the love his mother provided, a stark contrast to the harsh realities his father embodied.

Victor's thoughts drifted back to Liza. She had a lightness about her that reminded him of the innocence he had lost. He wanted to understand her better, to bridge the gap between their worlds. Perhaps, in getting to know her, he could find a way to reconnect with the better parts of himself that his mother had nurtured.

With a sigh, he made his way to his room, determined to sort through his emotions and the memories that haunted him, seeking a path forward that honored both his mother's love and the challenges he faces mentally and emotionally 💔🥀

Author POV

Victor can't move on from what his childhood exposed him to. His secret torture room, underground inside his mansion, was once his father's. Now it haunts him, as his father wants him to follow his sadistic legacy of pleasure, power, control, and dominance.

As a child, Victor witnessed his father torture people for large sums of money. Many of the victims came from poor backgrounds, desperate for cash. He felt a pang of guilt every time he saw their pain.

"Dad, this has to stop!" Victor pleaded, his voice shaking. "Look at their faces! They've had enough!"

His father scoffed, dismissing his concerns. "Poor people are willing to endure the impossible for money. They need it to survive-for their families. It's better for them to enjoy it."

"But it's not right!" Victor shouted, frustration boiling over.

"Right or wrong doesn't matter, Victor. It's about power. Remember that," his father replied coldly.

Victor tried to comprehend how someone could find pleasure in such suffering, but the darkness only deepened within him.

Author's POV

Victor preferred solitude, retreating into the quiet corners of his expansive mansion. Interacting with people felt overwhelming, yet his thoughts had been consumed by Liza since their brief encounter two weeks ago.

He recalled their second meeting, when he had spotted her among a group of people. Just the sight of her had sent his heart racing. He hesitated, unsure if it was truly her, but when he heard her voice-soft and clear-he felt a jolt of recognition.

"Can I take your order?" she had asked, her tone professional yet tinged with nervousness.

Victor had called out, wanting to confirm it was really her. "I'd like to place an order!"

When she turned to him, surprise flickered across her face. He noticed how she seemed anxious, as if trying to avoid drawing his attention. He could almost sense her thoughts: I need to get this done quickly and move on.

"Do you remember me?" he had asked, hoping to ease her discomfort.

There was hesitation in her eyes, a mix of fear and curiosity. Victor felt a surge of determination. This was his chance to reach out, to connect with her beyond the fear that had defined their first encounter.