THE CONTENT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OR STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING:
. VERBAL ABUSE
. BODY SHAMING
. SUICIDAL THOUGHT
Angelina's eyes fluttered open. Her sight was hazy and groggily. She repeatedly blinked at the brightness as she groaned, feeling dryness in her throat. She rubbed her eyes, taking in the room.
This was a different place to her room. The designs and atmosphere were a little depressing and gray. While she tried to get up, she felt her back protesting, and her back was throbbing as she felt aches between her legs. She pushed herself to sit as she felt cold seeping into her body, and she glanced down to see herself naked.
Then everything that happened the previous night came crashing back into her head as she released a quiet squeak in shock, quickly taking the blanket and covering her body. Her body was covered with bite marks, and her hands were bruised from the binding.
They had sex! She had sex with Nathaniel — the man she liked! Nathaniel called her beautiful, Nathaniel! A squeal released from her lips as she giggled happily. At first, when he entered her, it was excruciating pain that she felt it wouldn't until she started moving her hips to the rhythm.
God! She covered her flaming face to stop thinking back to what had happened. They'd copulated their fake marriage.
Angelina rubbed her sore wrists, looking at the side of the bed to see it empty. She touched the side, so she felt it cold - he left. Angelina felt a sting in her heart at his absence but smiled sadly, willing herself to stand up. But it was impossible. As she took a step on her shaky leg, she fell to the floor. Her legs were jelly, she couldn't feel them, and she was in pain. Her muscles were aching. She didn't know when she later fell asleep. No, she fainted from the rigorous thrust of his.
"Are you done?" Angelina whipped her head to the familiar voice and immediately used the blanket to wrap her exposed body. She felt her mouth twitch, and her heart felt calm in relief. He didn't leave her. Nathaniel was sitting on a chair, sipping a coffee from the mug as he skimmed through the newspaper uncaringly.
Angelina's heart thumped, feeling embarrassed as she clutched the edge of the blanket tighter. She didn't understand how he could have a straight expression on his face after what had transpired last night.
He dropped the mug on the table loudly, standing as his eyes were void of any emotions, "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Angelina flinched, and a cold breeze washed on her, making her raise her head to look at him. Angelina was shocked. Didn't he remember?
"Why are you here?!" Angelina didn't know what to say. Did he forget about what happened? He—he— she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Even though she initiated the kiss yesterday, he was the one who — Angelina felt pain.
She gulped in nervousness, fiddling with her fingers as anxiousness was creeping through her body like a second skin, "I was—"
"You were?" he mocked, "And why the fuck were you naked!" he asked again, making Angelina sniffle.
"Yesterday— you— tore my…." How could she explain it? He was the one who pounced on her last night.
"If my memory serves me right, you were the one who kissed me," he raised her brow, scoffing while Angelina flinched from his accusation.
"I — I…" her body trembled. She didn't know what to say to defend herself.
"You took advantage of my drunkness yesterday," His accusation was stabbing Angelina in the gut, making wanted to disappear.
"And do you think giving your body to me would make me like you?" he laughed mockingly, "you are nothing but a whore who takes advantage of a drunk man. You have no dignity whatsoever," tears fell down her eyes uncontrollably. Her heart was anguished because of his words. He bent to her level and used his hand to trail the tears on her face, "You are not even beauty. Too chubby!" Angelina's breath hitched, tiny cries escaping her mouth as she used her hand to stop the screams.
"Everything about you disgusts me—your existence, your face, your voice, your cries give me a headache, always messing up with my head," he enunciated in a disgusted tone, his bitterness dripping in it. "You are annoying! Pestering my mind, everything is like a fly! You are UGly,"
He stood up, turning his back to her, "Forget about what happened yesterday," he said, "it was a mistake —an absolute mistake." her body shook harder in tears.
"Get out!" he yelled, making her jump. She stood on her wobbly legs, using every ounce of her remaining energy to leave the room.
"Drop the blanket and walk out!" he yanked the blanket from her body, making her feel again, and threw her shredded gown at her.
"Now, get out!" Angelina pulled herself with a great effort. Her hair was down, covering her face. She reached the door, turned to look at him, and was shocked to see another emotion — guilt on his face. Angelina turned and walked out now after bowing at him, "thank you." she mumbled tiringly.
After she left his room, Nathaniel threw everything on his desk away, feeling angry. He didn't understand why his mood always dampened and changed whenever she was with him. He took the blanket on the floor, sniffing it before throwing it on the bed.
When he woke up, he saw himself tangled with someone, the person's head on his chest, while he had his hand wrapped around the person. He stood abruptly, making him feel his heart beat loudly, panicking. He rubbed his temple, feeling it throb from a hangover as he stared at her, sleeping defenseless on his bed.
He didn't know how she got there, but with the clothes on the floor, the bite marks on her body, and the sticky between her lap, he understood what had happened.
They had sex! And only some clips were flashing through his eyes. How she kissed him, how he bound her together, and everything was gone! He couldn't remember how his first sex was!
Damn!
Nathaniel shook his head to stop thinking for now and to take care of the lady on his bed. He went to take his bath, changing his outfit to a casual dress as he took a clean towel, added some pain reliever powder in the lukewarm water, and wiped her body clean. He saw her inner thigh bruised, her lips, and he sighed, picking up his phone to call Tony to buy any reliever drug from the pharmacy while asking a maid to bring a pain reliever cream and then ordered that no one should come to this floor for the meantime.
When the maid brought what he asked, he gently put the cream in all the bruised parts with caution, not wanting to wake her up. After applying, he caressed her face gently, pecking her lips, then left to make a coffee for himself.
Nathaniel liked her tear-stained face, yet every time he saw her crying, there was this hurting sting he always felt in his heart. He facepalmed himself, hurrying to follow her. She couldn't reach her room.
As Angelina used the wall as a support, she tripped as she wanted to fall, but strong arms caught her. She had never seen the man before. The man looked at her with sympathy, dropping the nylon he was holding, and wrapped his suit around her. Giving her comfort but that small yet great deed made her cry harder.
What hurt her most was her being happy for giving him her purity, but it was just in her own dreamland. It hurts! Angelina wanted to cry out. She didn't wish to be born like this! She didn't want any of the things that were happening!
His words were eating her like a mantra. She felt nauseous, wanting to puke everything in her stomach though her tummy was empty. The headache came rushing back as her breathing came out in a shout pant. She just wanted to sleep, close her eyes, and shut everything out. The bad memories kept rushing back, and she just wanted to bury herself under the water, then sleep forever and be gone.
"Fucking remove your fucking arms from her if you don't want to lose it!" Nathaniel ordered, and the man immediately detached himself from Angelina as he burnt him. The man quickly took some steps away from her.
"Sir, I've bought…." Nathaniel walked past the guy and stood close to a trembling Angelina. His nose scrunched as he stared at his Angelina in another man's jacket and felt lava burning in him to erupt.
"Do you wanna spread your legs as you spread it for me, whore?" he whispered harshly in her ears.
"I —I was…."
"You left my room only for you to run to another man's arms." he tsked, "I really underestimated you.
"Sir, it's not what you think." Tony defended, his eyes staring at his shoes. He was just trying to help the poor woman, no strings attached.
"Am I talking to you?" he rasped out, taking a step dauntingly.
"No…"
Nathaniel felt anger bobbling in him as he swung his fist to hit Tony, but Angelina stood between them, making her get hit by Nathaniel, and immediately she fell limp on the ground.
Nathaniel withdrew his hand quickly, and his eyes widened in mortification as his face was a sheen white in shock as he stared at her. He could not find his voice. First, he was rooted at his spot before someone nudged him, and he mumbled in a trembling voice.
"Angelina!"