Made For You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: A Painful Freedom!

The final chapter in the dark past of Julia... Do enjoy.

Julia's POV

Everything started in the darkness, I see darkness and that's all that is to it.

A mysterious laughter resounded in this same darkness and pierced deeply into my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to continue getting haunted by the monster before him.

I screamed aloud- for my own release, for my freedom from these pain and torture. For my breakthrough from my captor.

But no...all my effort to stop seeing him laughing while I cry under his devious eyes are to no avail.

I tossed and turned, not exactly knowing what's wrong with me but one thing is that I'm not myself and am also seeking the refuge of this bed by scrambling backwards.

The tears slid down my cheeks as my tormentor keeps tormenting me in my sleep.

I hope this is not real, I hope this is just a nightmare. I pray these is not true.

I'm being ripped of my innocence and subconsciously in my mind, I thirst for freedom but I can't get it.

I can't seem to be free from-

Rykov.

He keeps coming for me and now again he stretched his hands, ready to grab a hold of me.

I flinched and screamed and jumped out of bed, startled. I closed my eyes, I felt a sharp pain from the hollow of my neck. I tried to remember but no memories of what happened to me there came back to me so I rubbed the spot and pant heavily.

I just woke up from one bad dream and now everything looks just exactly like my nightmare.

The room is dark, I can't see anything, my hair splayed all over my face, my body is partly covered by the bed sheet, oh no, my clothe.

Everything is exactly like in my dream except there is no Rykov but my brains keep telling me he was here.

He was freaking here.

"No no no!" This can't be happening, I whispered and grabbed my hair with full force, I wanted to scream. "Not true," I said instead, trying to dissuade myself from thinking or taking it too far.

I can always hope and can always not.

I don't want to believe my dreams are actually not dreams. I don't want to.

I feel my body parts for any trace of my clothing but found none. God, no this is not real, I can't be bare.

Bare!

"I can't be bare!" I cried more to myself. As if he was listening to me, I heard him laugh continuously as the sound of water resounded from a part of the room.

My breath got caught in my lungs, his continuous laughter is a pain for me, it pierces the whole of my body from head to toe and makes me wish I am not actually alive to hear it.

I made a gagging sound and quickly muffled it with one palm, while holding the bed sheet to cover myself  as I quietly crawl out of the disgusting bed.

"I need to get out of here," I couldn't help the pool of tears that are now sliding down my cheeks, my eyelids were full to the brim. I grit my teeth, holding back from making any sound as I walk around, trying to find my way by waving my hands and using it for a safe guidance so I won't knock into something and bring his attention towards me.