Trigger warning : Depiction of strong language, abuse, sexual assault, violence.
Isabella's POV :
I slowly opened my eyes, my vision a bit blurry. Faint voices drifted in from outside the room.
When did I end up in my room?
Christian must have carried me to my room. But I always sleep in his bed, why did he carried me here?
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, only to realize that I wasn't in my room.
The room felt strangely somewhat familiar, but it definitely wasn't mine.
Where the fuck am I?
Darkness filled every corner of the room except for the bed. Moonlight streamed through the large window in front of me, casting pale light across the sheets.
I scanned through my surroundings, when I heard some foot steps. I thought I was alone until I saw someone emerge from the shadows of one corner of the room.
"Had a good sleep, dear?" he asked, emphasizing the word dear just enough to let me know that I wasn't very dear to him at all.
His face wasn't clear.
But I could tell that he wasn't directly looking at me.
He was staring at something beside me.
Beside me?
A cold chill ran down my spine.
Slowly, I turned my head and froze.
Someone else was in the bed with me, tucked under the duvets.
A little girl.
And she looked strangely familiar too.
This room...? this man..?. this girl...?
What I'm the hell was going on? And Where am I?
Is this real? Am I hallucinating? Or is this just one of my stupid dreams?
"Now, you'll do as I say," he said, pulling out a gun. He cocked it before taking a seat in front of her.
"What the heck are you doing? You're pointing a gun at a kid!" I shouted.
I was terrified, but that little girl looked even more frightened. It was only right that i should do something, even if risking my own safety.
But...
But That man didn't react.
And He didn't even glance at me.
Instead, he kept staring at her. More like glaring at her.
I noticed something unusual. So I decided to test it.
I clapped my hands.
Nothing.
No reaction. Nothing at all.
I came to the conclusion that I think he can't see or hear me. At all.
Am I really hallucinating?
A tear slipped from her eye, sliding down her cheek.
"Whatever you want," she stammered through her tears. "I-I don't really know anything-g aboutt it."
"Really?" he asked.
She nodded frantically, terrified of what he might do and what he's capable of.
"Hey." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm asking nicely, aren't I?"
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FRAGILE : A Lovestory
Storie d'Amore_____ Isabella Lancaster In the quiet town of Bleakstone, she lives a life that appears perfect from the outside. Born into wealth and luxury, she is nothing more than a pawn in her father's hands, trapped within the walls of a grand mansion and de...
