She is the one by Asheslove (that summer book .TXT) 📗

Chapter 11

I was waken by the rays of sun which were slipping through the window curtains touching my face. The room was filled with the bright sunlight evading through window.  

I turned my head to my side but it was empty.

Everything appeared calm, silent.

I tried to search for the freedom in this calmness, in this silence but unfortunately it was nowhere.

My eyes roamed on my naked body recollecting the horrors of last night. My body had his marks and bruises all over, some were in shades of red and brown and some in ugly shade of blue. He got what he want, he claimed me, and when he did that I gave in. These marks were the proof of his claim, his assault on me and of my vulnerability because I became weak under his touch and gave in to the man who beat me, who tortured me.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes so I closed them. 

Taking a long breath I tried to get up and pain rushed in my whole body with soreness between my legs which was unbearable but still slowly holding my body on my knees with the help of things around and wall I managed to reach in bathroom on my wobbling feet.

Turning the heater on I cried in shower removing his disgusting touch from me, missing my family and friends. There is nothing I can do, I am helpless or even turning hopeless, now. Escape from him seems impossible.

After bath my body felt a little relieved so I came out wearing the bathrobe and walked from the doorway to the closets, my hands roamed in the expensive cloths to find something loose and comfortable to wear when I felt a presence behind me. I was about to turn my head to look but a strong arm came circling my waist tightly and pulled me backwards. My back collides with his hard chest. I looked up and his handsome face came to my view making me stiff on my position.

'Don't touch me' I hissed angrily and wiggled to move away from his hold but it tightened around my waist restricting me

'Why? You didn't seem to move away when I was entering in you last night. Hu' he said softly near my ear. His head came down and inhaled my scent strongly from my neck.

‘You are so fucking beautiful Tesoro’ he whispered near my ear tucking the earlobe between his teeth.

‘Beautiful’ I spat. ‘Why?’ ‘Because finally my body is marked by you like you want when you took me against my will’.

 He raised his head up and looked at my bruised skin and marks on my neck all given by him. 

Sliding the bathrobe slightly down to my shoulder his finger tip gazed on my skin.

‘If you clearly remember then it was your body which gave in last night under my touch baby and you could end up having ugliest marks or scars on your body, I don’t care, you will still look beautiful to me and you always will because you don’t see what I see when I look at you. 

By the way these marks make you look more beautiful to my eyes and I love marking you again and again by me’ he rasped huskily.

'I didn't give in, I gave up because I know fighting someone like you is waste and whatever I do or say you won't stop and listen to me even if I wanted you to' I gritted angrily.

'And believe me that was a wise decision you ever made'. He said with a smirk and released me from his hold.

He looked at the cloths which were hanging in my front and grabbed a dress from it before turning to me.

‘Wear it’ handing the dress to me he said. I looked at the dress, it was a baby pink color short dress up to the knees, it was pretty but doesn’t suit my style.

‘I’m not wearing this, I can choose for myself’ I said sternly, putting the dress back.

‘Of course you can choose but I want to see you in this one. Now come on darling’

‘What?’ what he thinks of me, a doll whom he can dress up because he wants to? 

‘No, I am not wearing this, I am not your doll’ I snapped at him looking confidently in his eyes, it’s not like I wanted him to get angry and hurt me again by refusing him but I can’t control my anger anymore, this man seriously knows how to get on my nerves. I am trying to obey him to save myself from his wrath but here he is, restricting me do so.

He smirks evilly and took a step towards me while I took a back from him.

‘I love playing games with you. YOU know why? because of this damn attitude of yours Elena. Of course you are not a doll Tesoro but it’s up to me how I treat you and since you have this rebellious attitude on this topic so from now onward you will wear what I will choose for you’ he said taking one more step towards me.

‘What? What do you mean by you will choose’ I said looking in his blue orbs which were twinkling in mischief.

‘Means from now on I am going to choose attire for you baby so go ahead and wear this’ he said throwing the dress at me with a finality in his voice.

This rose the anger inside me at its peak, I am not going to take orders from him and I am not his toy to play games, I have my own fucking rights to choose whatever I want to wear. 

‘I am not wearing this you low life, who do you think you are to ch….’ everything happened very fast, he turned me around and hit my forehead on the wall clutching my wet hairs from behind making me scream in pain.

 'What did you say? I didn’t hear clearly’ his dangerous evil voice threatened me to speak again. I placed both my palms on the wall to stop him from shoving my head any further. His heavy breath near my ear clearly showing his fuming rage but I was not going to back off this easily.

'I said I am not weari…Ahh’. He fisted my hairs more tightly and pushed my head further in wall with greater force earning a painful scream from me before I could even finish.

‘I thought you might be exhausted from our last night but guess I was wrong’ he whispered near my earlobe licking it before biting harshly between his teeth and his other hand started travelling under the robe on my bare thighs with his one hand still clenching my wet hairs and shoving my head in wall. A spark of ignition travelled right down to my core when his long slender fingers touched me just near my feminine.  

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