Infatuation Of Darkness

The mattress that she laid on seemed to be the softest one available to mankind. It felt as if she was floating on clouds, but that did not help her sleep. The word wedding was still dancing in her mind; it was performing tango while wearing a white dress. He had left after delivering the news leaving her staring with wide eyes at his back. Agatha came and took her to the guest room, saying that after marriage she will be staying in the master bedroom with the master and she spent the whole day thinking about it all.

He said the rumours about him were true. What does that mean? Who am I going to marry? Maybe there's an escape somewhere around?

She could not just stay here and let it happen. She had to do something about it. He could not just carry on with it. 

Alexis immediately pulled off the covers, ran into the closet to wear shoes and opened the door to the bedroom. The corridor was silent, she swore that silence never gave her chills as it did now; it made shivers run down her spine. She stepped forward and walked towards the dining table, she was sure that she had heard a door opening there. How big is this house anyway? She thought as she walked through every turn. Finally, with a chair being visible from afar, she quickened her steps and reached the dining room. Okay, so the maids came in from that door and kitchen in big houses usually have back doors, or so she hoped. She moved towards the door at the right end of the room. Slowly opening it she looked around and closed it behind her.

The room was dark which meant that no worker was working. She scanned the kitchen area for a door. She saw it. It was right beside the stove. She smiled and ran in its direction only stopping when she heard his voice as she was a mere inch away with her hand on the knob.

"I won't do that, you know." She heard as she went to open the door.

Angelo, she gasped.

She turned around and stared at him, shocked that he was hiding in the shadows.

"I knew that you would try to escape but I'm happy you didn't try the front door. That would've been incredibly stupid." He said shrugging his shoulders at the end. "I understand that you are scared but I promise you, you will live a good life and I am a loyal man." He explained. "Now come on, let's take you to your room."

What about love? Even though she had an abusive childhood, she thought everyone wanted a loving marriage. So she did the only thing she could think of. Opening the back door, she ran like her ass was on fire.

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Angelo knew she won't be able to go far; his men were stationed outside for a reason. She was intelligent; he would have to give her that. She had chosen the kitchen entrance while the other women usually chose the front door. It wasn't any late when he heard her screams to let her go. The door opened again and she was pushed back inside and the door was locked behind her again. She was breathing heavily, a sight that he would love to see underneath him but now he thought of how daring she had been to run away and completely disregarding him.

"I told you not to run, didn't I?" he spoke calmly, knowing it would make her fear him more and it did.

Alexis knew she would start crying. "I didn't know why I-" she cried but he cut her off.

"Oh, you knew exactly why you did that and I was going to let you off for trying but you did it anyway." He walked to her, forcefully held her arm and dragged her to the room he had chosen for her. Throwing her on the bed, he locked the door and walked into the closet. Alexis was shivering, she was sure that she would have peed from the fear she felt. He came and when she saw what he held in his hands had truly horrified her. He held restraints, he came and tied her arms up and no amount of resistance from her affected him. He tied her limbs to the bedpost and stared at her.

"I don't want people to laugh at you at our wedding so, I'll honour you the punishment on your legs, yes?" he snickered.

Walking to the side table on her left, he slid it a little in the front and grabbed a whip1.

"Please, please don't!" she cried.

"Hush now," he silenced her tears. "It's only the beginning."

With that, he brought down the whip to her thighs. She cried as the whole hit her and pierced through her skin. Her cries grew louder as the hit became sharper and more powerful. Angelo aimed to punish her and so he did. 

"Please, please I am begging you to stop!" she cried but he did not respond. She sure felt death with the pain inflicted upon her; this was something even the step duo had never done. They never drew out blood. What felt like hours to her had he stopped. Throwing the stick away he walked out or so she thought. She heard him coming back to her even though her crying. She felt something being pushed on her making her wounds burn and she cried out loudly. She had easily woken up the whole house but they knew better than to intervene. So no one even uttered a word. 

"Now, you won't get infected." He said and walked out of the room after pouring alcohol on her wounds and Alexis cried herself to sleep not before hearing his next words, "Think Of running away again and I would cut your limbs or even better, I would kill

the person that you love the most."