Gabriel's Obsession

A Fragile Forgiveness

Amelia's POV

The harsh light of morning did nothing to ease the despair that settled over me as I awoke to the empty space beside me in the bed. A deep, hollow feeling of desolation swept through me, unleashing a torrent of pent-up emotions. Tears streamed down my face, unrestrained, my sobs a solitary sound in the stark silence of the room.

The sight of the sheets, stained with signs of the brutal ordeal I had endured, served as a harrowing reminder of the previous night's violence. My clothes, torn and carelessly discarded on the floor, mirrored the shattered remnants of my spirit. Pulling the quilt tightly around my body, I was overwhelmed by a crushing sense of shame. It felt as though the core of my being had been irreparably stained.

In that moment, wrapped in the cold embrace of the quilt, I recognized the harsh reality of my situation: I had been subjected to a heinous violation, a profound breach of human dignity that no person should ever have to experience. The trauma of the assault left deep scars, both physical and emotional, marking me indelibly. As I sat alone, grappling with the aftermath, the challenge of reclaiming my sense of self loomed large, a daunting path that I knew I must somehow begin to navigate.

The depth of my violation was profound; he had stripped me of my dignity and innocence, treating me not as a human being but as an object to be used and discarded at whim. The horrors of the night were unimaginable, a stark and cruel perversion of what should have been a cherished first experience. Now, it would forever haunt me, a traumatic memory that I could not escape.

As I lay curled under the quilt, trying to find solace in the small fortress I had built around myself, I heard the door open. His voice, unnervingly cheerful, cut through the heavy silence of the room. He entered with a tray of food, acting as if the atrocities of last night were nothing more than a distant memory, completely detached from the gravity of his actions.

I couldn't bear to look at him, to face the person who had inflicted such irreversible harm. His words, meant to be comforting or normal, fell on deaf ears. I turned my back to him, the very sight of him reigniting the sharp pangs of pain and betrayal that throbbed through my body and soul. The memory of what he had done, the sheer brutality of his actions, was etched into my mind, a permanent scar that would not fade. It was a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within him, a darkness that had irrevocably shattered my world.

He approached me, his expression a mask of false affection. But I wasn't falling for his manipulative tactics—not anymore.

Disgust churned in my stomach as I shoved him away, my pulse pounding. "Go away, you pervert!" The words tore from my throat, raw and seething. "I want nothing to do with you. I despise rapists like you."

My voice trembled, but I refused to let the fear in my chest consume me.

His expression darkened instantly. His fingers clamped onto my jaw, his grip unrelenting. Anger simmered in his gaze, but beneath it lay something even more dangerous—entitlement.

"Rapist?" he scoffed, his voice smooth, mocking. "Spare me your ignorance." His hold tightened as he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. "I bought you. You belong to me now. That means I have every right to take what is mine—whenever I desire."

The words sent a sickening chill down my spine.

Bought.

The sheer audacity of his claim sent shockwaves through me, rage clawing its way past my terror. "Bought me?" My voice rose, incredulous, furious. "You're out of your mind!"

I glared at him, defiance burning through every syllable. "I'm not some object you can buy or sell. I'm a human being—with thoughts, feelings, and rights!" My breath hitched, but I pushed on, my voice growing stronger. "And my parents? They would never—never—stoop so low as to make a deal involving their own daughter! Unlike you, they're decent, respectable people."