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Chapter 12- Pain

ROSALY

Rosaly was stuck in the dark, she couldn't see a thing and couldn't move an inch. Panic was growing inside her and she tried to let go, but her hands were tied with a kind of rope that cut off her delicate skin, and her legs were also tied to the chair, where she was sitting, preventing her from getting up. Her eyes got used to the darkness and she could see that she was in a small room, where there was only one bed and the door in front of her that Rosaly imagined to be locked.

Anxiety stifled her, she couldn't breathe properly, and a fine sweat had begun to sprout on her forehead as a result of the tension that stiffened her limbs. Suddenly she heard the door open, the light was on, blinding her for a moment. When she managed to open her eyes, he was standing in front of her, with the same diabolical green eyes that she remembered, and a sarcastic smile deforming his face. Caio raised his hand and gave her a tremendous slap on the face, which echoed throughout the room.

Rosaly woke up screaming, hugged her knees in despair and looked around barely believing she had that nightmare again. She tried to calm her still panting breath, as if she had run a hundred miles, then lay down again, nesting her head on her pillow, and covering herself with the blanket up to her neck.

All the feeling of security that she had begun to feel a few days ago had disappeared, leaving in its place a genuine terror that made her stomach squirm and her body paralyze with fear. She felt so alone and so fragile that she could not get out of bed. She thought of Peter, and the sensation of pain multiplied, leaving her breathless.

He messed with her in a way that left drove her crazy. Rosaly didn't know how to handle what she felt for him, it was intense and invigorating, it was strong and sensually exciting. Peter was the first young man to attract her after her disastrous past experience.

She closed her eyes and visualized Peter's crooked smile, his brown eyes that were deep as waves broke on the reefs, his long finger hands that touched her skin, as if he were an artist modeling his work, and his kisses that opened the floodgates of her soul, making Rosaly feel emotions again that she herself had buried in the past of her dreams.

But none of this mattered now, for she would have had to take Peter away from her life. That nightmare had reminded her that she wasn't free, that she was stuck with a hateful past and a dangerous man who had made her life a living hell, and kept haunting her wherever she went.

Then the tears came hot and without warning, blurring her vision and soaking her pillow. Why hadn't Peter appeared in her life three years ago when she was still a girl full of romantic and happy ideals? Why did everything have to be so complicated? Getting involved with him would only bring her a headache, and put him in the firing line of her problems. Worst of all, she was attracted to him, and as much as she denied it, she knew she was lying.

There was an inexplicable energy between them, which pushed her towards Peter even when she wanted to walk on the opposite path, it was as if everything blended into her, the fear, the desire, the enchantment. Peter had an incredible personal magnetism, it wasn't something planned or calculated, it was part of his nature, what he was and how he lived his life.

Rosaly didn't know much about Peter's life, but she imagined that in the world of glamour in which he was a part it was easy to succumb to the seduction of fame, but Peter didn't seem to be affected by it, because the aura of power that existed around him was something rare, without the common superficiality that most people displayed. Caio also had this magnetism, but what in Peter was natural and pure charm, in Caio was not a quality, it was just a skill he used to manipulate, threaten and hurt.

The memory of the nightmare made her tremble, she felt as if he could really hurt her, and even now in the light of day, the dread was her only company. Rosaly looked at the digital clock on her bedside table and realized she was surprised that it was half past four in the afternoon.