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A chain and a collar can imprison a nobleman, but what could entrap a devil?
Only the innocence of a fallen angel.
Once upon a time, there was...
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∞ Nyx's POV ∞
Sitting on the floor beside the bed, I gazed out of the small window, contemplating my current situation. I'm neither a guest nor a prisoner, yet I'm owned by someone. Meals are provided for me without any work or payment, rendering me helpless. The confusion in my mind intensified as I thought about what occurred yesterday. We had sex, and I refused and asked him to stop, but I could have resisted more. The thought of his retaliatory punch sent shivers down my spine.
My heart thumped as I recalled his unexpected act of kindness, helping me clean myself after the deed. It was a gesture I never experienced from any previous partners. I felt drowsy afterward, but he insisted we have dinner, even giving me his meal. Despite not being very hungry, I consumed every morsel. I couldn't comprehend my actions, and I questioned myself repeatedly. Why didn't I yell at him, and more importantly, why did I kiss him willingly?
The flurry of emotions in my head left me in a state of disarray, pondering what was wrong with me.
The pirate is making my life miserable. He deprives me of my freedom for days on end, but I'm grateful for the brief reprieve he granted me yesterday. However, he treats me like an animal, chaining me up with no regard for my dignity. As I rubbed my neck, still sore from the bruises caused by the collar, I couldn't help but feel trapped. Despite his seemingly kind gestures, such as allowing me on deck, I was once again restrained this morning. I was so consumed with emotions yesterday that I neglected thinking about what was going to happen to me. Now, as I glanced down at my covered waist, I cursed him for not only stealing my new shirt but also tearing the only pair of pants I had.
As I pondered deeply, a throbbing pain began to form in my head. I reached up to touch the back of my skull, relieved to find that the bleeding had ceased, yet the area remained sensitive to the touch. The injury had healed somewhat due to Ace's treatment, but that asshole had managed to harm me once again. I couldn't comprehend why he became angry at the mere suggestion that I may have been married. Would he have released me had I been? Despite his claims to the contrary, his reaction indicated otherwise. Perhaps he desired that I be completely dependent on him and him alone. It mattered little, though, as I had no lover anyway. His reaction was outrageous. He became angry and aggressive so suddenly. The icy stare he sometimes bestowed upon me left me bewildered. I hoped to avoid that chilling expression, as it weakened me and left me feeling exposed to strange and inexplicable emotions. Add to all that the intimate things we had done... to which I sometimes participated. It was just too much for me to resist or be able to reason my way out of my own emotions and desires. And his body, it didn't help that he was tall, with a strong build and imposing personality. The way he stalked towards me like I was prey, with his broad shoulders and conquering stare...
Was I going mad? I had come to terms with my situation, but now I found myself questioning my sanity, thanks to that duplicitous man.
I exhaled deeply and attempted to push aside the unsettling thoughts. Nevertheless, recollections of my past instantly infiltrated my mind, causing me to yearn for my mother. Despite feeling childish, I couldn't shake the sensation that I needed her. My thoughts wandered: had she received my letter? And what about Terry? Was he rightfully punished, or did they release him, leaving him free to harass my mother and sister? Speaking of Raya, I couldn't help but worry that my abrupt disappearance had inflicted emotional damage upon her. She's always been so sensitive and protective of me, going out of her way to offer me assistance in any way possible. And now, with her pregnancy, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever know whether I'm the uncle of a baby boy or girl. I reached for my necklace, but quickly realized that it was no longer in my possession. That demon took it away from me.
