His Pretended Fianceé

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

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"You are a murderer" she accused me and I knew she was freaking right so I stood there my head low.

"You are a filthy bloody killer." My heart beating almost a million beats per second, the truth in her voice shattering me into pieces yet I stood still and alive right in front of her

"How can some one be so shameless to laugh and mingle around when they know that they have bloodied hands?" she yelled and I did let the tears flow, my trembling hands and legs intact not moving an inch.

"You don't deserve to live. You don't deserve to live," she repeated again and again

"YOU SHOULD Die" she shouted and I didn't realize how I managed a huge stone in my hand

With my reflex I hit the huge stone at her.

A huge cracking noise and thousand of glass pieces scattered everywhere, each piece having part of her image attacking me.

And I run,

I run from my conscience that didn't die in spite of breaking the mirror into thousand pieces, her voice 'you should die' echoing after me.

I run in the empty dark corridors clueless, scared and tattered, glasses from the mirror now forming bruises and let the blood flow freely.

But I do not care, I want freedom, I want light.

Sighing heavily I enter another empty room, echoes of my conscience "You should die" now subsided.

Before I could take a breath of relief, a tiny spot light emerges and there under the spotlight stood a very glorious him dressed in all white, ready as a groom furious at me.

"What have you done?'

Why did you do that?" he repeated, his voice getting louder and bitter.

"It was just a night," he said "its not like it hasn't happened before." His evil laughter reverberating through the dark walls "you have enjoyed it earlier" his laugh a roar by now "Shall I say bit too much"

"NO" I shriek louder than my vocal chords could permit.

But he repeated "you enjoyed it earlier" he laughed 'you have done it earlier" he repeated and I did the evitable

I ran...

Again the dark empty corridors greeted me, mixture of accusing voices echoing, 'murderer

Killer

Enjoyed it before

Shouldn't have said no to him' following after me.

"Stop stop stop" I shouted but it was muffled, I couldn't hear my own voice.

Drenched in my tears, sweat and blood I beg for renunciation.

And as if my prayers were answered, there was pin drop silence and before I could dwell on the peace.

He stood in front of me, his younger version a whip in his hand with a bored look on his face "you are no good now. I think you need lessons"

He commanded, "Turn around"

And I succumbed letting the whips follow one after another.

I let him hit till I could take it no more

"Freaking kid of a millionaire," he said "but useless for me"

That made me stand up and face him head on.