Jacob's Anger

Jacob's fury radiated like heat from a blazing fire as he stepped closer to me, his towering figure casting a shadow over me in the moonlit courtyard. Without a word, his hand shot out, his fingers curling around my wrist in a vice-like grip, the strength of his hold sending a jolt of pain shooting through my arm.


"Do you want to repeat what you just said?" His voice was a low, menacing growl, his eyes ablaze with a dangerous intensity.


I met his gaze unflinchingly, refusing to cower beneath the weight of his wrath.


"You heard me," I replied, my voice steady despite the tremor of fear that coursed through my veins.


Jacob's fury reached a boiling point, his control slipping like sand through his fingers as my defiant words hung in the air like a challenge. With a guttural growl of rage, he tightened his grip on my wrist, his fingers digging into my flesh with a ferocity that sent waves of agony rippling through my arm.

In the silence of the courtyard, the tension crackled like lightning, the air heavy with the promise of violence. With a swift and brutal motion, Jacob's other hand lashed out, the back of his hand connecting with my cheek in a sharp, stinging blow.

The force of the impact sent me reeling, my vision swimming as pain exploded across my face like a burst of fireworks. A strangled cry escaped my lips, torn from my throat by the sheer shock of the assault.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I struggled to regain my bearings. My mind swimming in a haze of pain and confusion. With a surge of adrenaline-fueled fury, I met Jacob's gaze once more. My eyes blazing with a fire that matched his own. The words that I said to him many years ago, tumbled out of my mouth.


"You coward," I hissed, my voice laced with a venomous edge.
"You think you can silence me with violence?”
“You're nothing but a pathetic bully."


Even as the words left my lips, I knew that I had crossed a line, that the repercussions of my defiance would be swift and severe. Yet, despite the fear that coiled like a serpent in the pit of my stomach, I refused to back down, unwilling to surrender to the tyranny of Jacob's temper.

Jacob's face contorted with a mixture of fury and disbelief. The flames of his temper roared to life once more, fueled by the sting of my accusations and the unyielding defiance in my voice.


"You dare to speak to me like that?" Jacob's voice was a low, menacing growl, his fists clenched at his sides as he advanced towards me with a menacing stride.


I stood my ground. My chin held high in defiance. My eyes flashing with a fire that matched his own.


"Yes," I spat, my voice ringing out clear and unwavering in the stillness of the night.
"I refuse to be cowed by your violence any longer.”
“You may be my husband, but you will never silence me."


For a moment, it seemed as though the world held its breath, poised on the edge of a precipice. With a sudden surge of adrenaline-fueled fury, Jacob lunged forward, his hand reaching out to grasp my throat in a brutal grip. The force of his assault sent me stumbling backwards. My breath catching in my throat as I fought against the crushing pressure of his hold.

Even as darkness threatened to engulf me, I refused to surrender to the tyranny of Jacob's rage. With a defiant cry, I brought my knee up sharply, striking him with a blow that sent him staggering backwards with a curse.

For a moment, the courtyard seemed to spin around me in a dizzying whirl of chaos and violence. With a surge of desperate determination, I turned and fled into the night, my heart pounding in my chest as I raced towards the safety of the castle walls.

My footsteps echoed through the darkness of the courtyard. My heart pounded in my chest with a frantic rhythm that matched the pounding of my feet against the hard-packed earth. The chill of the night air bit at my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine as I raced towards the looming silhouette of the castle walls.

Behind me, the echoes of Jacob's enraged shouts reverberated through the night, a haunting reminder of the violence that had unfolded in the moonlit courtyard. Even as fear threatened to consume me, I refused to look back, my mind consumed by a single, desperate thought: escape.

With each stride, I pushed myself harder. My breath came in ragged gasps as I fought against the burning ache in my muscles. The castle walls loomed ever closer, their towering form a beacon of safety in the darkness that threatened to engulf me.

I finally made it to the castle. The door heavily swung open. I was determined to make it to my chambers before Jacob could catch up to me.

I hurried through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. My heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. I could feel the weight of Jacob's fury bearing down upon me. Every shadow seemed to whisper his name, every creak of the floorboards echoed with the sound of his footsteps drawing ever closer.

With each passing moment, my breath came faster. My chest heaving with exertion as I fought to outrun the specter of Jacob's rage. No matter how fast I ran, I could not shake the feeling of his presence looming over me like a storm cloud, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

I rounded a corner, and my worst fears were realized. There, standing before me with a look of cold determination etched upon his features, was Jacob, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he blocked my path with his imposing figure.


"Running from me, Katherine?"


His voice was low and menacing, each word dripping with malice as he advanced towards me with slow, deliberate steps.

My heart leaped into my throat. My pulse thundering in my ears as I backed away. My eyes darting frantically around the corridor in search of an escape route. The walls seemed to close in around me, trapping me in a suffocating embrace from which there was no escape.

With a surge of desperation, I turned and bolted down the corridor, my footsteps echoing loudly against the stone floor as I fled from Jacob's looming shadow. No matter how fast I ran. I could feel his presence close behind me, a relentless force that pursued ,e with a chilling determination.

With a sudden lunge, Jacob's hand closed around my arm. His grip like a snake that held me fast in his grasp. I cried out in pain as he yanked me to a stop, his face contorted with a mixture of rage and triumph as he loomed over me with a victorious gleam in his eyes.



"You can't run from me, Katherine," he sneered, his voice a low, menacing growl.
"You belong to me, and there's nowhere you can hide that I won't find you."

"You think you can control me with your violence?"


My voice rang out clear and unwavering, a beacon of defiance amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf me.


"You may have me trapped in your grasp now, but you will never break my spirit."


Jacob's sneer deepened, his grip tightening around my arm with a renewed ferocity.


"You're delusional if you think you can defy me," he growled, his voice dripping with venom.
"I am your husband, and you will obey me, or suffer the consequences."


Even as Jacob's words hung in the air like a death knell, I refused to back down, my resolve burning bright within me like a flame in the darkness. I wrenched myself free from his grasp, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I faced him with unwavering resolve.


"You may have control over my body, but you will never control my mind," I declared.


With a snarl of frustration, Jacob lunged forward and seized me by the arm once more. His grip sent shards of pain shooting through my body. Ignoring my cries of protest, he dragged me forcibly down the corridor,
his fingers digging into my flesh with a merciless intensity.

I stumbled and staggered in his grasp, my feet barely touching the ground as Jacob propelled me forward with relentless force. Each step sent waves of agony rippling through my body, my breath coming in ragged
gasps as I fought to keep pace with his relentless stride.

We reached the entrance to my bedchamber. Jacob's grip tightened even further, his fingers biting into my skin with a cruel ferocity. With a rough shove, he pushed me through the door, sending me sprawling onto the cold stone floor with a cry of pain.


"You will stay here until you learn to obey me," Jacob spat, his voice a low, menacing growl that echoed off the walls of the dimly lit chamber.
"If you dare to defy me again, you will suffer the consequences."


With that ominous warning hanging in the air, Jacob turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of my bedchamber. As I lay there, my body throbbing with pain and exhaustion, I knew that I was trapped, a prisoner in my own home with no hope of escape.

My thoughts raced to Adeline. My heart quickened with worry. Without hesitation, I dashed to the wardrobe concealed in the corner of my room. Behind its ornate doors lay the secret tunnels, hidden passages that connected our chambers. With practiced agility, I navigated the dimly lit corridors, the cool air brushing against my skin as I hurried towards Adeline's room.

I burst into her chamber. I found her huddled in a corner, her eyes wide with fear.


"Mother, are you okay?" she breathed, her voice laced with concern.
"I heard father shouting."


A surge of protectiveness washed over me as I moved closer to her.


"I will be fine, darling," I assured her, though the quiver in my voice betrayed my fear.


My gaze searched her face, searching for any signs of harm.


"Your father has not hurt you, right?"


Adeline shook her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.


"No, mother, he seems content on making sure I feel invisible."


Anguish tightened my chest as I reached out to comfort her.


"That may be the best thing for you, darling," I murmured, though my heart rebelled against the notion of her suffering in silence.


After ensuring that Adeline fell asleep that night I returned to my own chambers. I was happy to see they were empty. I quickly bathed and crawled into bed. My body felt stiff as a shooting pain ran everywhere.

The morning greeted me with a throbbing ache in my head as I reluctantly surfaced from the depths of sleep. Jacob's imposing figure loomed over me, his expression twisted into a triumphant grin that sent a shiver down my spine.


"Have you learned your lesson?" His voice carried a hint of mockery, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"Yes, my lord," I replied, my tone strained with resignation as I struggled to push past the pain pulsating in my skull.


With a heavy heart, I resolved to play along with his twisted game. For Adeline's sake, I needed to ensure her safety, even if it meant sacrificing my dignity in the process. She had only six more years until she was to marry Prince Alexander, a prospect that filled me with both hope and dread. Though Alexander was sixteen, whispers of his mischievous behavior already tainted his reputation. I feared that Adeline might be trading one abusive man for another, a cruel fate I was determined to shield her from.

The day unfolded. My apprehensions weighed heavily on my mind, casting a shadow over every interaction and decision. Little did I know, my worst fears would soon be realized, shattering the fragile semblance of peace we had fought so hard to preserve.