Chapter 42 Remind

My stomach growled again.
It was not easy to starve myself.
Heaving a defeated sigh, I groaned in desperation. My eyes closed shut as I rubbed my belly.
It wouldn't be wrong to sneak some food from kitchen. Atleast that wouldn't be drugged. And asking Silas for food, I couldn't afford to getting drugged again.
Opening the door of the room, I looked from left to right. The hallway was clear. It was my chance. Licking my dry lips, I walked towards the stairs. The building was quiet, bodyguards were on patrol maybe. Whatever the reason was, I was happy that no one was in sight. Finding the kitchen wasn't difficult for me.
Just on the right of the main door, there was a modern sized open kitchen. A small long refrigerator on left corner, groceries on kitchen counter, pots assembled accordingly over racks. Minimalist yet sophisticated.
Anyways.
A shiny red apple caught my eyes as my stomach grumbled again. It was a matter of a second as I quickly grabbed the apple. Atleast this wasn't drugged. Biting the fruit, the sweet flavored nectar cascaded down my throat and I closed my eyes in bliss. God! I was so hungry. In less than a minute, I had finished the apple. My hunger was now on hold. Throwing the remains away, I was about to grab a banana when I heard his voice.
"What're you doing here?"
With a startled shriek, I abruptly turned around. The banana in my hand slipped from my hands and met the floor. I paid no attention to it. Infact, my eyes stared wide at him, however, his black eyes were narrowed on me. He didn't looked pleased, a muscle in his jaw clicked as he gritted his teeth in frustration.
"I'll ask again, what're you doing here?"
I gulped the lump of saliva formed inside my throat, I no longer felt hungry. Looking at him could do nothing but induce fragments of fear inside me. The man had barely done anything, except for past, but he still held the power to make me dread his entire existence. He was no longer the man I used to be crazy for. No. He had changed, he has changed years ago. The moment he raised his hand on me, he was stranger for me. The moment he forced himself on me, he was a criminal in my eyes. The moment he killed an innocent soul, I no longer admired him. How ironic, Silvio was also just like him.
Edward was man of motive. Just like four years ago, he had successfully allured me into his trap. I was too naive and very much in love to even notice his psychopathic behaviour. It's not like I regret, but I still anticipate falling for him. He was best yet worst decision I had ever made in my entire life. His dark eyes no longer held warmth, they held fire, flames of vengeance, to ruin me, to burn me into ashes and let wind of regret wash me away.
I shook my head.
Stop. Sadie. Don't go there.
"Can't you see?" Words left my mouth before I could process. His frown deepened, jaw clenching with sudden force. I didn't missed the way his hand balled into fists, and I knew what those hands were capable of doing.
"Stop being a bitch."
"Then stop barking like a dog."
I saw him, losing the battle of his control with his psychopathic mind. My ex-fiancee surged forward to raise my fear ten folds, it was a matter of time when he was invading my personal space and slam my back against the marbled counter. My eyes widened as he seized my neck in a punishing hold, squeezing the fragile part with force that it made me fear my life.
"DOG?! YOU'RE CALLING ME DOG WHEN YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT!" Spit flew from his mouth as he barked his words out. Shutting my eyes closed I waited for him to raise his hand and beat me into submission. His words no longer affected me but his actions did, worse than he could think.
"Tell me, Sadie! Is Silas fucking you good? What can be expected from a slut like you. An attention seeking whore, that's what you are." He grasped my jaw with other hand and lifted my head to make me meet his maddened gaze. I struggled in his hold but he kept me caged. My fight seemed to intensified as his gaze shifted towards my lips.
Silas? Whore? Slut?
"If you want to act like a slut, I'll fucking treat you like one." My eyes widened whilst his hands were quick to tilted my head towards his and before I knew, his lips captured mine in a harsh kiss. I struggled, thrashed my body in his hold, his hand over my neck confined around my waist. I cringed in disgust when his teeth bite and pull my lower lip.
I was disgusted by same man who held the power to make me feel butterflies in my stomach.
My fight seemed to intesified as soon as I looked into his eyes and saw the presence of same man I once loved overshadowed by lies.
My body tensed, my rocketing heart rate strated to beat painfully hard in a steady beat, slowing my senses. My breathing followed. My body was preparing itself. I had found myself in various same positions with him that I knew where it headed.
I tried to retreat into my head as his lips left my mouth only to nuzzle into valley of my neck. I might had escaped him years ago, but he had ruined escape for my mind. Edward groaned roughly into my neck before dragging his tongue up it.
"You smell different." His voice was strained. "Nothing like before."
He bit into my skin and I flinched from the force used. For a second I wondered if he had broke the skin, drawing out the blood. I wanted to scream that I wasn't weak like before, I was changed. But I doubted that much if any effect to deter him. Of course I would suffer for the situation I was forced into.
My constant struggles made Edward to threw me on ground. My head bounced off the hard ground, the black dots spotting my vision. I struggled to get up to run, but Edward was on me before i could. He straddled my torso and grabbed the tope of my sweatshirt, tearing it to reveal my breasts.
I screamed and struggled, lashing out, striking and clawing at him. I didn't want this.
"Fuck!" Edward cursed as I raked my nails down his cheek, drawing blood. I was left stunned as he hit me, strike me across the cheek.
"Stupid bitch!" He grabbed my hair and got off me. Dragging my partially naked body behind him, he approached the dinning table. Before I could process what he was doing, he slammed my shivering body against the smooth surface of rigid table. I struggled hard against his grip, blindly clawing at his hand. The burn spreading through my chest made my desperation increase. My neck was confined in confines of his fingers, my lungs were screaming for air. Just as I thought I was about to lose the consciousness, he loosened his hold.
"You're mine, Sadie. You were always mine." He hissed into my ear as I gasped.
He squeezed my neck again, proving me his point.
My body started to get tired the longer I struggle, but I could feel the cold feeling of defeat. The feeling that protected me when my body understood I held no chance against him.
When he squeezed my neck again, I nodded.
He would have his fun, no matter how much I struggle. It would end in pain for me, and he would win, again. He banged my head hard against the wood of the table, the cold wood felt glacial against my cheek. A sharp contact to the warmth emitting through his body as he pulled my pants down. Running his cold hands all over my bare thighs, he groaned against my ear. I heard and felt him fumbling through his own clothes as I lay motionless, staring at distance.
He draped his body over mine.
"Behave, whore." He hissed against my ear. I heard him unzipping his pants as tears followed through my eyes. I was damaged goods. Why did I even thought that I would be free from him when in reality, all I would get was paina nd humiliation? I wanted to burn the picture in my head that I was useless, a broken being. I wanted something to distract me from what was bound to happen.
My breathing shortened.
"I will fuck you, just like I used to years ago." Edward said. I felt his hand brushed against the bare skin of my ass as he fumbled with his dick.
"I will rip your dick off if you do." Echoed a new voice.
Everything seemed to still, frozen in time for a split second. I recognised the voice. How couldn't I.
I felt Edward's weight lift off my body as he scrambled off me.
"Silas-"
"Get out." His footsteps echoed off the walls. "Get the hell put of here. Dad will deal with you later."
The kitchen was silent for a second when I heard Edward cursing under his breath before he scampered towards the exit. I flinched back as Silas crouched down in front of me. He held his jacket in his out-stretched hand.
"Get dressed." He said deadly calm. It was soften then earlier, but just barely. I grabbed the jacket as I curled in on myself. He stepped away and turned his back and I numbly dressed. Once I was done he tur ed back around.
"Come on." He gestured with his head towards the kitchen counter. I hesitated. I didn't trust him, but he had just saved me so I obeyed his words. Plus, I was still too numb to really care to what he may have planned for me after everything happened.
"Sit," he instructed, dragging a chair as he dropped it in front of me. "Are you hungry?"
"No." I answered at the same time my stomach grumbled. I was hungry, but I had no appetite to eat. He just looked at me as I sat down and shook his head before grabbing a loaf of bread and supplies from the fridge. Setting them down on counter between us, he started cutting the slices of bread.
"Any delicacies I should be aware of?"
I just shook my head. I knew it would be pointless to argue with him that I didn't want anything.
I watched as he spread freshly cut avocado, and layered some cheese slices over the second layer of bread. I didn't expect that someone like him, who want to drug me, would ever bother making me a sandwich. He long slender fingers placed the lettuce on sandwich. He slid the plate with the finishes sandwich towards me.
"Eat." He commanded before started to clen up. I looked at the sandwich blankly, making no move to follow his order. Maybe I was in shock, everything felt...numb.
"Was he always like that?" I looked up to find Silas watching me closely. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Does it even matter?" He eyed me in contemplation.
"Why didn't you cried for help?"
"I did at first, but it was fruitless." I scoffed. The numbness I felt made me feel immune to his aura. Confusion flashed through his eyes, but he quickly returned to his icy state.
His icy glare reminded me of Silvio.
I picked up the sandwich before taking a full bite.
"Why did you save me?" I could see his body visibly tense at my question as he looked away.
"I don't know. You...remind me of someone."
I looked closely at him, his eyes held a deep secret. I finished over the more than half sandwich before pushing the plate away. It was good but I couldn't force myself to take another bite. I looked up to find Silas watching me. Was he doing that all this time?
"If you're done eating, let's go. I'll walk you to your room." He sat the empty plate in sink before heading towards the exit.