Lethaly Obsessed | Dark Romance

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Her eyes fluttered open only to found herself alone in the bed. Her eyesight got adjusted to the light as she hissed at the sudden pain when she tried to sit.

Her conscious drifted from the pain to her clothes and she found herself in a maroon tshirt. The marriage, the first night, the pain, victor. Everything from the last night came crashing into her mind.

As tears fell from her eyes at her pathetic self. Her freedom which he stoled away. Her parents to whom he separated her for himself. Her bestfriend to whom he beated till death just because he was her friend.

And the last thing her virginity. In the end he also took it away. As he promised earlier that she had everything of him and now he will have her.

Her mind went crazy as she sobbed like a child wiping away the tears harshly. The faint smell of his perfume were reminding her of her miserable state.

"Ahh!" Aurora's anguished cry echoed through the room, her eyes overflowing with tears as she felt trapped in Victor's luxurious prison. The physical pain was a mere shadow of the turmoil ravaging her mind.

The door creaked open, and Victor entered, bearing a tray with steaming coffee. His eyebrows arched in surprise at finding her awake. He hastily set the tray down, his eyes locked onto hers.

Aurora's sobs intensified at the sight of him, anger coursing through her veins like liquid fire.

"Baby, are you okay?" Victor cooed, his voice dripping with concern.

She turned away, her cheeks puffed out from harshly wiping tears. Victor's gentleness only fueled her ire.

"Are you fine, my love?" he repeated, his tone soft.

"Yes!" Aurora spat, gritting her teeth. "I'm fit and fine, all thanks to you!" Tears streamed down her face as frustration boiled over.

Bracing for Victor's explosive reaction, she was taken aback when none came. Instead, he enveloped her in a tender hug. Exhaustion left her too weak to resist.

"I know you're in pain," Victor whispered, his voice eerily calm.

Aurora's confusion deepened, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Why wasn't he yelling? Why this unexpected gentleness? It only made her more wary.

Aurora squirmed, attempting to break free, but Victor's grip only tightened. His hands traced soothing patterns on her back, sending conflicting signals to her frazzled mind.

"Let me go!" she demanded, her voice muffled against his chest.

Aurora's fists pounded against Victor's chest, but he remained unmoved, his eyes filled with an unsettling calm.

"Leave me!" she sobbed, her voice cracking.

Victor's grip on her face tightened, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on her cheeks. "You're mine, Aurora. My wife."

She shuddered at the possessiveness in his tone, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Stop," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

Victor's lips brushed against her temples, sending waves of revulsion through her.

"Look at me," he whispered, his eyes searching hers.

Aurora's gaze met his, filled with tears and despair. Victor's expression softened, but she saw no remorse.

"Such a small face and this big and beautiful tears," he cooed, his voice dripping with affection.

Aurora's heart recoiled, trapped in a nightmare.

"I d-dont want to b-be with you" she said while hiccuping. "Relax baby" he completely ignore what she said. "You have a-already taken W-what you w-want. Now p-please let me g-go" her voice cracked.