Gabriel's Obsession

A Fragile Forgiveness

Amelia's POV

The morning after, I awoke to find the bed empty beside me. A sense of desolation swept over me, followed by an overwhelming rush of emotions. The tears that had been held back all night came pouring forth, my sobs echoing in the cold silence of the room. The sheets were stained with my blood, a cruel reminder of the violation I had endured. My torn clothes lay discarded on the floor, a reflection of the shattered state of my being. Wrapping the quilt tightly around me, I felt an acute sense of shame, as if my very essence had been tarnished beyond repair. I had become a victim of a heinous act that no one should ever have to endure.

He had taken away my dignity and my innocence. He had used and discarded me like an object, leaving me to grapple with the aftermath of his brutality. The nightmare that had unfolded the previous night was beyond anything I could have imagined. The first time I should have cherished had turned into a nightmare that would forever haunt me.

As I lay there, lost in my thoughts and pain, I heard him enter the room, his cheerful voice slicing through my despair. He carried a tray of food, as if nothing had happened, as if the horrors of the previous night were inconsequential. His words fell on deaf ears, and I turned away from him, unable to even look at the person who had inflicted such deep wounds upon my body and soul. The memory of his monstrous actions would forever be etched in my mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that existed within him.

He approached me, his intentions veiled by a facade of false affection. But I wasn't about to let his manipulative tactics work on me anymore. Pushing him away, I let my anger and disgust fuel my words.

"Go away, you pervert. I want nothing to do with you. I despise rapists like you." My voice trembled with a mixture of anger and fear, but I was determined to stand my ground.

His grip on my jaw intensified, a reflection of his own escalating anger mirroring my strong emotions. Yet, his words dripped with a toxic mixture of delusion and entitlement. "Rapist? Spare me your ignorance. Understand this: I bought you, you belong to me now, and that confers upon me the entitlement to possess you whenever I desire."

His audacious claim sent shockwaves through me, my anger intensifying. I couldn't believe what he was saying – that he had bought me. My immediate instinct was to deny his words, to reject the notion that I was nothing more than a possession to him.

"Bought me? You're out of your mind! I'm not some object you can buy or sell. I'm a human being with thoughts, feelings, and rights. My parents would never stoop so low as to make a deal involving their own daughter. Unlike you, they're decent, respectable people." My words were fueled by a mix of defiance and disbelief.

His words, dripping with a twisted amusement, hit me like a slap in the face. He seemed to relish the confusion he was sowing, taking pleasure in the chaos he was orchestrating. His sinister grin only intensified my anger, igniting a fire within me.

"Angel, do you truly believe your father is the paragon of virtue you envision? Perhaps it's time to delve deeper into your family's affairs and uncover the hidden truths," he taunted, his words a calculated assault on my vulnerability.

The fury I felt was potent, a tempest raging within me. How dare he insinuate that my own father would be involved in something so abhorrent? But despite my anger, a sliver of doubt crept in, a shadow of uncertainty that gnawed at me. Was there any truth to his words? Could my father have hidden something from me, something that led to my current nightmare?

I clenched my fists, my resolve strengthening. "You're a master of manipulation, aren't you? You want to plant seeds of doubt within me, to shatter my beliefs and twist reality to your advantage. I won't let you poison my mind with your deceit."