Claws Of This Monster

He approached me on the bed and sat beside me. I gazed deep into his eyes, searching for a single spark of regret, shame, or remorse for cheating on a girl like me. Was playing with my emotions so easy for him that his eyes didn't even reflect any shame?
"She spoiled our night," he said, curling his arms around my waist.
"Yes, you're right. She actually did spoil a lot of things," I replied.
"What do you mean?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Just nothing," I replied, removing his arm from around my waist as I stood up.
His face showed expressions that hinted he began doubting whether I might have overheard his conversation with that girl. I didn't care about him or what he thought. The damage had been done, and I was ready to face the truth.
I was about to take my steps further when a sudden force pushed me back, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me onto his thighs.
"What happened, Honey? You seem different."
"Do I really?" I countered.
He looked into my eyes as I threw him a fierce and hard stare. "Yes, Honey!" he said, his fingers trailing over my jawline.
That word, with its sweet connotation, sounded the most bitter coming from his mouth. Suddenly, his touch lost its magic and began to irritate me. I felt unsafe, in the wrong hands for the first time.
"No, there's nothing like that," I said, jerking his finger off my face. I didn't want them against my skin.
"Why are you behaving this way?" he inquired, a little more concerned this time.
"I told you, it's nothing," I replied, moving towards the mirror and looking at my reflection. 'What a pathetic girl you are, Grace,' I thought to myself.
"You'll regret your decision. He's not the right kind of man for you, Grace. You'll regret choosing him. You'll regret it. Not the right man for you."
Dad's words echoed at the back of my head, becoming louder and more haunting. The harder I tried to push them away back then, the more they haunted me now.
"You'll regret it, Grace. Don't go with this man."
I didn't listen to him. Now, there was no one here to listen to my woes, my cries.
'Yes, Dad. You're right. I'm regretting it. I'm regretting my decision, my choice. That day when I left you and Mum and our home just for the sake of this man. I am regretting it all.' The weight of regret bore down on me, and the realization hit hard.
The day I saw him for the very first time at the ice cream parlor, then in the parking lot, the moment I stopped to listen to his cries, consoled him, and kissed him—each and everything about him, I'm regretting it all.
I raised my gaze to the dimmed reflection of myself in the mirror, tears pooling in my eyes. I swallowed them, not wanting to cry in front of a man who had cheated on me, determined not to show him that he had made a fool of me.
'No. You can't afford to prove yourself weak in front of him.'
The shell of my thoughts was broken by a touch crawling around my waist, and I turned around to face him as he caged me in his arms.
"Are you upset over anything?" he whispered over my lids.
"No," I said plainly.
"But you seem so?" he reiterated.
"Hmm..." I hummed while trying to free myself from him. He was persistent this time, grabbing my wrist and twisting it back, pinning my body to the mirror in front of me. My face squeezed with pain.
"You're hurting me," I forced out my voice as a gush of pain ran through my arm.
"I can't hurt you," he said as his breath fell on my neck.
"You are. Leave me, please," I pleaded.
"Shhh..." he hushed me.
Tears fell down my cheeks as he pulled the strap of my gown and slipped it off my shoulders. I pinched my eyes shut when his hot breath ran down my back.
"Leave me," I spoke.
"No. I won't. Let's make love tonight. Forget about the things burdening your mind. I'll heal every part of you with my love."
Huh, snakes don't possess the power of healing; their job is only to poison others' lives with their tongue and existence.
'What good can you do to me now after destroying my life? Oh, how can I forget you still have a plan to make it even worse?'
By no means could I let him know that all his doubts were true, that I overheard their conversation and was aware of his plan. After knowing his intentions, I could imagine to what extent he could go just to get my wealth. Revealing it to him could put me in more danger, so I chose to be silent for the time being.
He turned my body around and lifted up my face. I looked into his eyes, showing no signs of shame, yet so persistent to mark me as his tonight. His evil desires were dripping from his face, just like saliva drooling out of the mouth of a dog. I abhorred his existence against my skin, in the room. I wanted to run away from there, but I knew he wouldn't let me. I was not more than a hen that laid golden eggs.
He crawled his fingers between my thighs and snapped off my bra with a jerk. I didn't spare my gaze from his face; I wanted to watch him for as long as I could and figure out how someone could be so mean and treacherous. So disgusting. So hungry for money.
For all the time I watched his face while he undressed me, I wished in the deepest core of my heart to have a gun in my hand, and I'd spare not a single second to shoot this guy. He deserved to be shot like a mad dog. A freaking mad and treacherous dog. I couldn't let him play with me anymore, neither with my emotions nor with my feelings and body.
As he moved his hands down around my waist and tried to slip off my shorts, I laid my hand on his.
"You're forgetting something," I reminded him of our rule, which earlier tonight I had planned to break myself. But thank God his true face revealed itself before that.
"What?" he asked.
"What we have decided."
"Oh, c'mon. Not tonight," he said, after pursing his lips for a while, as if trying to remember what it was.
"Why not? Tonight is not any different," I convinced him by hook and crook and forced him to sleep in the living room after having some intense kissing between us.
The seeds of doubts had been sown in him, and I knew they would grow faster than ever now. So, without wasting any time, I planned something to save myself from the claws of this monster.


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