Cause You are Mine

Forgiveness

I opened my eyes slowly with the feeling of caressing on my face and my hair. I blinked couple of times to identify the owner of the hand.

Damien was looking at me with his enthralling eyes full of emotion consisting care and tenderness.

"I am so sorry doll face" he murmured. I looked at him perplexed. He was the one who beat me to death with rage and hatred. What was this? How was I supposed to act now? He noticed my confusion and continued on his affectionate touch.

"I am a fucked up man. I lose my sh*t easily. That was what happened yesterday when I heard your voice talking to one of my men warmly, laughing with him. I lost it. You defied my orders, you went out of your room without my permission just to seek out a hint to make up a plan to run away from me. And you were friendly with him going beyond your purpose. " He was disappointed in me I could feel the vibes, while he was emphasizing his each word. But who was he to blame me?

"I am an unstable man with a lot of issues. Business, family..." he faltered. "you" "They are all too much of a burden to me. And I find relief in you however being aware that the minute I unlock the door you'll run away annoys the hell out of me and forces me to keep you here eventhough I know you are not happy with me".

He lightly wiped the tears escaping my eyes.

"I never want to relive yesterday and you are the one to prevent it. I cannot trust myself for my actions yet either you. Please behave" He kissed my forehead.

I pushed myself up a little with the help of my elbows avoiding the pain of my sore body and move away from him slightly to give enough space between us. Because this closeness was suffocating me, blurring my mind and causing me to be fooled by his words.

"I - I don't want to be here anymore" I tried to control my voice since I didn't talk for hours it was coming out a bit hoarsely.

"I know, love. I know" He sighed. "But you are in it now and I cannot take the risk of letting you go, cause I am sure that the moment you leave this premises you will not be safe anymore. You will either act stupid enough as might be expected and go to police or be kidnapped by my enemies."

I widened my eyes in shock and anger.

"I will go to cops for sure what is so stupid about it? It is the wisest thing to do"

He barked a laugh. "Oh love" he looked at me sympathetically "Cops would do no good for you trust me, they will bring you straight back to me in case you are lucky, if not you will be delivered to my enemy."

"I am stuck" realization hit me hard.

"Yes" he assured.

He stood up and held my hand. "I am glad that we overcome with this misunderstanding. I am sure you will not do anything to jeopardize your safety anymore." The satisfaction was flooding from him irritatingly.

"Get well soon". he said before turning around to leave.

"I will never forgive you" I whispered.

"I am not asking for it." He shrugged. "All I am expecting from you is to obey my orders and be a good girl." "Forgiveness is for the ones who are in faulty behavior. And I did nothing wrong."

"How long do you think you will imprison me here?" His unawareness of his actions, recklessness, believing that beating up a woman for an excuse which was justified by his sick reasoning is inevitable and eventually natural, was driving me crazy.

"Sweetheart" he mocked. "This is not a prison, this is heaven. You have everything, ask for the maids for food, clothes and anything a beautiful woman like you desires for. I can give you whatever you wish" How he doesn't know me didn't surprise me at all. I was never after those things like any other woman might pursue with passion. I want simple things in my life. After two years of struggling to overcome my losses, I found my content in my small apartment and my college life with a life long friendship.

"I want my freedom" I was exhausted by his rant.

"You will enjoy your freedom here within the confines of my living conditions and it will eventually satisfy you, trust me."

"How long?" I insisted.

He seemed bored. Anyhow he still answered my question.

"As long as I want"

"Then what? When you get bored of me and find a new toy to play with what will happen to me? I was terrified with the possibility of dying.

"If" he emphasized looking in to my eyes insistently. "I ever get bored of you, you will be sent to one of my houses of..." he paused seeming to find the right words to say loud.

"House of what?" I interrupted him showing the terror in my eyes.

"One of my houses" he trailed off still finding difficulty to form a sentence. "Mainly aim to satisfy men"

"A whore house" I whispered in horror. "I am a whore for you after all. Nothing more nothing less" I concluded.

He didn't answered back, his gaze held a kind of remorse and confusion. He straightened his shoulders and turned back to door once again.

When he was about to leave. "I will never forgive you" I whispered.

He paused for a second and then  left without saying anything else.

I closed my eyes, tears drying on my cheeks and  drifted away to sleep.