You want help with your desperation?
The day Dora found out the truth, she was dragged to the mansion and locked away.
The shock was too much. She shook in fear, knowing she couldn’t escape. When the pain grew unbearable, she decided death was better than letting him touch her again. But just as she was about to end it all, his voice stopped her.
“Our baby,” he reminded her softly.
She froze. Her child. Her reason to live.
Tears filled her eyes as she sank to the floor, holding her stomach. Her baby was the only light left in her dark world. The thought of her baby needing her, loving her, kept her breathing.
Slowly, she got up and cleaned herself. She knew what would happen if she stayed in the bathroom too long. He’d come in.
By the time she stepped out, he was already at the table, setting breakfast. He turned around when he heard the door, eyes running down her body in a way that made her skin crawl.
“I envy my own clothes,” he said with a soft smile. “They get to touch you, and I can’t.”
He acted like it was a compliment. Like he hadn’t just stripped her with his eyes.
She didn’t get to wear her own clothes anymore. He only gave her his oversized shirt, and it barely covered her body.
“Come,” he said, reaching out his hand.
Dora stared at it. She remembered that same hand was covered in blood just yesterday.
His jaw tightened when she didn’t move.
“Come,” he growled.
She flinched and stepped forward, taking his hand.
“Please…” she whispered, already knowing what was coming.
“You don’t want to sit on my lap today?” he asked, the same question he asks every day.
She said nothing. Saying yes would please him, but saying no would only make things worse. Either way, she’d end up on his lap.
She felt like a slave, no freedom, no choice. She wasn’t allowed to leave the room or wear what she wanted. She ate with him, slept in the same bed, and even used the same spoon.
He never touched her fully, not sexually, not yet. But he didn’t hide his hunger. The way he brushed against her, made her sit close, wore her down.
“I don’t like seeing you scared,” he said, sighing as he let her sit on the couch instead.
He fed her like always, using the same spoon. She sat there, one hand on her belly, the other clutching the shirt tight around her. Her eyes stayed on the floor.
She hated this life. I Hate feeling weak. But she hated herself more, for letting it happen, for not fighting harder. Her conscience mocked her every day.
The first week he brought her here, she tried to run. She managed to sneak out and ran through the forest behind the house.
But the trees were endless, and as night came, fear crept in. Wild animals howled in the dark. Cold, tired, and terrified, she collapsed.
She thought of Austin. The man who once broke her heart. What he did was cruel, but nothing compared to her captor. Still, in the dark woods, it was his face she remembered.
She passed out. When she woke up, she was back in the room, this time, with cuffs on her wrists.
“Dora,” his sharp voice snapped her back to the present.
She stiffened, clutching her shirt.
“Yes,” she croaked. Her voice was weak from crying and screaming the night before.
“Did you hear me?” he asked again.
His hand touched her knee. She shook and began to cry.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He sighed, trying to stay calm. She looked so broken.
“Lindy’s death really changed you,” he muttered to himself.
He touched her belly again. “Our baby is doing fine. But your stress… it could hurt her.”
She wanted to scream that it wasn’t his baby, but she stayed silent. Her child’s life mattered more. So she nodded. Just nodded.
And tried not to fall apart.
“I’ll take you out for a walk this evening.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command.
She gave a silent nod, eyes fixed on the floor, not daring to look at him.
He wanted more than her obedience. He longed to see her eyes light up when she spoke, to hear her soft voice. But all he received was silence and fear. Maybe he could’ve won her over if not for that one mistake, the misstep that ruined everything. Still, he found some comfort in the fact that she was here. With him. Where he wanted her.
He knew it would take time for her to accept that she now belonged to him. It wouldn’t be easy for her at first, but soon she’d realize she had no choice. He had waited this long. He could wait longer.
“Why don’t you say something?” he asked, lifting a spoon of food toward her mouth.
She swallowed hard, trying to think of something, anything that wouldn’t make him angry. But her breathing was shaky, and as she opened her mouth, she choked on the food.
He quickly handed her a glass of water and gently patted her back.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded quickly, hoping to avoid any more attention, but her silence only irritated him more. He lost his temper and grabbed the back of her neck.
“Words, Dora. I want to hear your voice,” he hissed.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, noticing how red his face had become.
“You never understand unless I scare you,” he growled, pulling her closer and cupping her face.
“Please… let me go,” she said quietly, finding a little courage. Maybe there was still some humanity in him.
He let go and stood up, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. She stayed where she was, trembling but holding his gaze. He didn’t yell or strike her, which gave her a tiny bit of hope.
“Please,” she said again, folding her hands. “Please let me go. I don’t want to be with you.”
His face darkened. “You want me to let you go so you can crawl back into Austin’s bed? After he called you a whore? Is that how desperate you are?”
He took a threatening step toward her. Dora froze and she realized too late she had said the wrong thing.
He yanked her up, pressing her against him, his arousal hard against her belly. She gasped. A new fear rushed through her, and she cursed herself for ever speaking up.
“You want help with your desperation? I can help you,” he said, pushing her back against the wall.
She stared at him in horror.
He grabbed both her wrists before she could move and pinned them above her head. His body pressed against hers. Her pregnant belly felt the weight of him. All she could see in his eyes was anger and hunger.
He wasn’t looking at her face, only her trembling lips. Before she could beg, he crushed his lips onto hers. She opened her eyes wide in shock and turned her head, trying to escape, but he grabbed her neck and deepened the kiss.
She felt everything, anger, fear, helplessness, humiliation… and guilt. Guilt, because even though it was forced, she felt like she was betraying Austin. She couldn’t protect herself.
She began to struggle hard, furious now, and tried to bite him. But when she opened her mouth, he slid his tongue in. There was no stopping him now. He had waited years for this moment, and he wasn’t letting go.
He tasted her tears, but they didn’t stop him. His mind screamed for more. Then, something changed.
She stopped struggling.
He opened his eyes and pulled away. She had fainted.
Letting go of her wrists, he caught her waist, panting heavily. He stared at her swollen lips. At first, he thought she was pretending, but when she didn’t react even to his kiss on her neck, he laid her gently on the bed.
He tensed, seeing her
passed out.
He cursed himself for losing control. Yet deep down, he didn’t regret kissing her.
Not even a little.
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