The cool evening breeze blew through her brown hair, massaging her scalp. A smile broke on her lips as she gazed at the moon glowing in all its glory. Tiny little scars sparkled like diamonds in the night sky.
Her admiration for nature was brought to an abrupt end when a force pushed her against her will into the en suite bathroom she shared with Don. It all seemed as if she was in a trance. Her glance fell on a tall man wearing torn clothes. His presence radiated death. His icy glare pierced through her sending shivers down her spine.
He approached her slowly, taking each step cautiously. She tried to move her feet but her senses were not responding to her command. She felt rooted to the spot, overwhelmed with fear. A gruesome smile appeared on his lips revealing a set of blood stained teeth.
In a twinkle of an eyes, he was towering over her, his hands firmly holding her neck. Her eyes shot of its sockets as she winced in pain. The essence of life drifted slowly out of her body as she struggled to set herself free from his grib. All her attempts proved futile. A hard fist landed on her stomach as he pushed her unto the floor roughly.
"La Bête, sends his regards"
Her eyes flattered open as she sat up on the master bed drenched in sweat. Her chest heaved up and down as she gasped for breath.
Anton sat down on the mattress and drew her head unto his lap, she made an attempt to stand up but his soothing voice told her otherwise. "Relax, Elena," He crooned, stroking her hair gently. "All you have to do is listen to my voice and relax"
In a matter of moments, her tensed limbs relaxed and her breathing pace returned to normal. "Where is Don"
"The workaholic is occupied with work. That's the only way he could distract himself from grieving"
"I want to see him now"
Elena's feeble legs cried out in pain as her feet touched the ground. Her legs trembled under her body weight.
Anton slipped his arms around her waist, encouraging her to take another step. "One step at a time"
They sauntered across the corridor leading to Don's office. A pleasurable moan echoed through their ears as they stood infront of Don's office. "What is going on?" She spared Anton a sideways glance, noticing the anxious look on his face.
"I think you need bedrest. You look pale and feeble. Please allow me to take you back to bed" He said trying to change her direction.
Elena dug her barefeet firmly on the tiled floor, refusing to retrace her steps. Adrenaline kicked through her body and her heart started pounding.
"Is that not his voice? Is he cheating on me?" Her instincts told her that Don was in there with another woman. She nervously pleaded with her thought trying to convince herself that it was another nightmare. Her breath hitched as another moan of pleasure emanated from behind those closed doors. At that very moment, she knew her instincts were right. She wriggled out of Anton arms and pushed the door opened.
The scene that met her eyes was more scarier than the nightmare she had minutes ago.
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General Fiction"Don't mess with me, Meine Sonnenblume. When I say sit, you must sit," Don roared angrily at me (My Sunflower) At that moment, I knew I was standing in front of the devil himself. My tiny legs trembled as I slowly sat down.
