Rebecca POV:-
“Asshole.”
Ryan left for the bathroom. I scoffed and turned my head away feeling utterly contaminated and depraved.
“What is he trying to prove by his actions, huh?” I muttered, I hate how he tries to be intimate and act as if I am the one at fault.
“He truly loves tormenting, even if he has to fall low in his own eyes but he doesn't care, all he cares about is whether I am suffering or not.” I spoke to myself, fuming with rage.
He is just pushing me deeper in those bottomless pits of turmoil, taking my life out of me in a cruel way.
I closed my eyes and leaned on the wall. I hate his touch, it made me realize how much of a corrupt soul I am.
His touch made me aware of my place in his life. His touch made me realize how hated I am.
What have I done? What I forced him to become…
‘He has all those rights to be angry and desire vengeance but this is not acceptable.’
I stare aimlessly at the ground, heart constricted in agony.
His touch made me feel repugnant, he deliberately evoked those unwanted sensations in me so that he could humiliate me and make me fall low.
‘Reminding me who I am, how much of an immoral person I am.’
His touch made me want to lacerate my skin. I missed how Jayden embraced me, it was so secure and made me feel loved-
‘No! Don't fall low, Rebecca.’
I sighed, if Ryan wasn't here, I would have read all those notes I treasure deeply.
All those notes Jayden left in my book. I have hidden them in my stuff.
“I should have let this to Marianne and run away with him.”
They are a source of equanimity for me, whenever I read them, a wave of serenity washed over me.
“Forget it, Rebecca.” I shook my head and laid on the couch. I closed my eyes wanting to receive a sound sleep.
Unfortunately the couch was small for me and since it's a habit of mine to sleep curling like a baby, it was quite difficult to do that but I managed somehow.
My eyes were heavy and I was about to fall asleep but then I heard the devil's voice.
"I am as stubborn as you. When I said you'll sleep with me. You will." His voice was so determined.
“Go to hell.”
I belittled his words and didn't even flinch. I just want to sleep peacefully, which I can never receive by sleeping with him.
“I will take you along.”
I heard his sigh and I felt like he'll not do anything but in a swift moment, he picked me up like a bridal style.
“What-” I let out a squeak and involuntarily held his shirt and shut my eyes more tightly.
"What the hell are you doing?! Put me down, Mr Knight!" I flushed, no one picked me like this before.
My heart skipped a beat as I nuzzled close to him without my will. He didn't let me go.
‘What the hell is his problem?!’
"Are you deaf?! Put me down!" I shouted.
“Stop shouting, woman.” He hissed at me.
As soon as he placed me on the bed. I tried to get away but he held my shoulders, pinning me down.
“Let. Me. Go.” I opened my eyes and glared at him.
He shifted and moved on top of me. My heart began to race as I shivered when I saw him this close to me. “No.”
I gripped duvets tightly, feeling startled by thinking about his malevolent plans.
“Why?” I began to pant and curled my toes to calm my anxiety. He trapped me in his arms, leaving me at his mercy.
“Look at your lovely reactions.” He let out a sinful smirk playing along his lips.
“Hmmm…” He let out a husky laugh. His eyes glisten with something dark yet malicious in them.
His eyes traveled down making me feel startled as my heart was about to burst from my rib cage.
"Look like you are nervous, love." He said in his usual derided tone.
"Get away." I manage to breathe out.
“Before I kick you down.” He let out a disastrous smile which immersed me in dread.
“I dare you.” But that didn't affect him even in the slightest as he continued to look at me with his menacing gaze.
“You damn-” I was about to kick his groin but he shifted.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, I tried to get away but he didn't let me.
“Don’t touch me.” He didn't let me escape from the prison of his arms.
I kept struggling, “Keep your filthy hands-”
"Shh.. Stop struggling before I give you a reason to do that." He spoke in a clam yet threatening tone.
I stopped for a second and put my hand over my face while his hands were fixed around my waist.
“I might will.. And then you can scream as much as you want then…” I shivered at his tempting tone.
Finally accepting my defeat, I turned to him, I let out a whimper and lowered my head. I held his shirt to create some distance.
"Don't you feel disgusted?... Sleeping with the sister of your love?” I asked weakly.
“There are other ways to make me feel humiliated too. Taunt me, hit me but please don't try to be intimate.." I spoke faintly with uncontrollable disgust creeping in my mind.
Making me remember that he loves my sister.
“Please, don’t make me fall low in my own eyes.” My grip on his shirt tightened as I buried my face in his chest feeling broken.
His one hand from my waist moved upward, he moved the hairs falling on my face, “Rebecca. You have already fallen low.” He whispered.
He lifted my chin as my teary gaze met his which held inscrutable emotions in them. Those mysterious dark eyes bore into mine fragmented one.
"I will never forgive you for ruining my life. You shattered all the dreams I cherished. Stole my love.” He said, lips quivering to think about it.
“If I have to fall in the deepest depths of being low just to draw out your tears, I'll do it without shredding a single sign of remorse." He said with intense hatred as a tear fell from his eye.
My breath became uneven as I replied desperately, "Then throw me out of your life. Say the world that I died or accuse me of cheating. I'll gladly leave, from all of your lives."
I then turned my head away and mumbled, "No one wants me in their life anyways."
"Don't worry, I'll do it too but right now, I can not let you go.. Not until I take my revenge." He said firmly.
"And what if I die before that?" I asked.
"I'll never let you die." I scoffed and wiped my tears, I turned my head away from him.
I faced the wall, cursing him in my heart and closed my eyes. He hugged me from behind, his lips brushed against my shoulder.
I heard him speaking in a feeble voice, "Even it kills me… "
‘What is he talking about?’