Hideout (gxg agegap)

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Ashley's PoV

The following nights were gruesome.

As soon as the sun set, I was haunted by Evelyns pleading voice and her cries for help in my dreams.

It felt like the darkness was wrapping it's heavy hands around my throat, choking me into oblivion.

I laid there, unable to move, a heavy burden resting on my chest.

And the moment I woke up I felt like screaming. But no sounds ever did make it out. My weeps were silent.

I called her in those times. A lot.

She never did pick up.

My messages remained unanswered.

My pleas weren't ever heard.

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Evelyn's PoV

"Where do you think you're going?", he asked, his voice dangerously close.

He had been more demanding the past days, asking me for things, sending our staff out and making me do chores.

"To work", I answered, trying to seem nonchalant. I had worked from home as he wished, until the bruises were healed enough for me to be able to conceal them and now I wanted to go back to my office. Get out of this house and his tight grasp on me.

"I don't think so", he said, rounding the corner to come face to face with me.

"Well, then you better think again", I said, while putting on my heels.

I awaited a reaction from him, scolding, screaming, rage. But I didn't expect his violence so soon in the morning.

My back was turned to him so I didn't see his fist swinging. I turned around, only to be met by pain. He failed to get my jaw, due to the hight difference of my heels.

He got my shoulder though.

"You are staying home", he threatened, coming closer and pressing his body against mine.

It seemed as though he wanted to press me against a wall, but I didn't dare budge. He could do much worse things when I was trapped.

"I need to go to work. I need to meet my clients", I tried to reason with him.

His breath was hitting my face, making it hard to keep my calm.

A dangerously tight feeling wrapped around my heart.

"No you don't. You need to make me breakfast", he said, lifting his hand to grasp my face, forcefully squishing it between his fingers. "And you will enjoy doing it."

He gave me a forced kiss on my puckered lips, as usual not complaining about my unmoved stance. I allowed his tongue to penetrate my mouth and tried to hold still enough for it to be over soon.

My stomach sank and I felt bile rise to my throat.

He leaned back, pushing me away by his hold on my jaw.

"You know where you belong!", he ordered, pointing towards the kitchen and inevitably making me roll my eyes, the moment my back was turned to him again.

I lost the heels on the way to the kitchen, grabbing my phone from a counter to glance at the notifications.

Another one. She had texted me again.

I went to the sink to try and clean my mouth from his filthy taste. But no amount of water could make me feel sanitary again.

Ashley: Please call me back. I'm worried about your safety.