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CHAPTER 4: Ruined

Hazel felt blood draining from her system. Evelyn's poisonous words damaged her deep inside. 

Her body felt numb, yet the pain in her heart was excruciating. Evelyn's betrayal had shred her insides. She get it Chloe and Evelyn didn't consider her as their friend. 

But that did not mean they both will go around spreading rumors and demeaning her character. Her heart beseeched with endless agony. 

Her internal trial was broke by loud noise that made her shruck back. Edward had thrown his phone against the wall. 

"I'll fucking destroy you." He whispered with blood shot eyes, his jaw clenched hard, charcoal orbs blazing in fire. 

Fetching a key out his pocket, Edward began to roughly remove the chains from her bruised wrists, ignoring her cries of pain. 

Throwing the chains in the corner with one hand, Edward clasped his other hand around her forearm and roughly threw her on soft mattress. 

"I hope you had fun in demolishing my character," He murmured, working on unbuttoning his shirt, keeping his raging eyes on her. 

"Because I sure as hell will be having some in giving physical demonstration of your spreaded rumor." 

Hazel turned her teary eyes to his direction and felt goosebumps crawling her skin seeing his deranged state. He looked psychotic. 

"D-don't come n-near me." She mumbled, crawling back on the mattress sensing him coming closer. 

"I-I will complain to a-authorities." She tried to warn. Words barely managed to escape her terrified throat. She was too scared to even speak. 

Edward arched his brow at her before kneeling down and chuckling darkly. 

"Oh my naive bird." He shook his head with amusing smile, working on rolling his sleeves up. 

"I wonder who will bother listening you in front of me, son of a mayor." Hazel felt her hopes crushing hearing his words. 

It was true. He belonged to influencial family. Whilst, she was just a foreign exchange student. No one would believe her over him. 

"Why don't you believe me?! " She cried out, shielding her face with her palms. The anxiety of situation was sinking her senses. 

"You don't expect me to believe a prostitute over girls I have known all my life, do you?" 

Edward exclaimed with taunting smirk, placing his hand under his chin with teasing expressions. 

He was in no hurry. Rather, he was enjoying her distressing situation alot. 

The sweat of humiliation he shed today's morning, he would avenge it by her tears of sorrow. 

"They are lying!" Her hoarse voice exclaimed. "I never crossed path with you, why will I do something like this." 

Edward had to focus to make out words, getting whispered by her quivering voice. Her pale face was staring at him with pleas written over it. 

Edward made a tsk sound, leaning closer. 

"That's the problem sweetheart" He murmured, bringing his cold hand closer to her warm cheek, making her flinch.

"If you would have crossed paths with you, you would have known better than to pull this shameful act on my name." Saying so, he harshly groped her breast making her scream in pain and humiliation. 

Hurriedly, she placed her pained hands over his and tried to remove it from her hurting breast. His lusty gaze wandered on her visible cleavage, that led him to tighten his fingers around her soft flesh. 

"L-Leave m-me." She cried out, before pushing on his chest. " Edward, startled, stumbled back. 

Balancing himself on one knee, he glared deep in her eyes. Hazel had cowered back, tightly pressing her arms around her chest, looking at him with her innocent, terror filled eyes. 

"I didn't do anyt-" The testification of her innocence was stuck on her tongue. Edward cut her off, tired of hearing this. 

"Sure you didn't." He muttered, hovering another her trembling figure that was trying it's best to shrink in the wall. 

"Aww you look scared." He taunted, his dangerous eyes raking over her face. Hazel eyes, button nose, plump lips. With curves on right places. 

Edward could tell why did she choose this profession. Her body was born for fucking. That would be the easiest way for her to earn. 

"Where was this fear when you were demeaning mine and my father's reputation? HUH?!" He roared, tightening his hold on her small waist, knowing it would be bruised by tomorrow. Her skin was too sensitive for her own good. 

Hazel turned her head to the side feeling him growling near her face. It was terrifying. The whole trauma was curling her insides. Even, when Theodore revealed her parent's death news on her, wasn't this much agonizing, then this whole scenario was. 

She felt scared. She wanted someone to wrap their arms around her and tell her all was good, that no one was doubting over her character. 

"You know what?" Edward muttered with sweetly sickening smirk. "I appreciate your courage." His hands sensually traveled across her waistline before stopping on shoulders. 

"Too bad, you chose the wrong man to practice it." Saying so, he was about to tear her dress apart from her shoulders when her reflexes kicked in. 

Thrashing violently, her foot accidentally landed on his manhood, sending unbearable pains to his southern region. 

"Ahh." Edward roared, rolling over from her trembling body, palming his crotch. 

Hazel flinched not understanding what happened. But, seeing him grunting on the ground, she tried to avail the opportunity. 

Immediately supporting herself on her shaky legs, she ran towards the wooden door and began to fumble recklessly. 

The door opened after minute of her struggles. But she didn't get any sigh of relief for Edward's raged growl from behind had her sprinting from door breathlessly. 

Her lost feet took her past the dark corridor before she sprinted downstairs, feeling his calm steps echoing behind her. That had her throbbing heart dropped to her stomach. 

A large entrance door soon entered her sight of vision which made hopes rise in her sobbing mind. As she approached it, she immediately grabbed the door knob and turned it to side, but no click was heard. 

A sob of pure terror breathed from her parched lips. Her trembling body leaned against the door, no longer able to support herself on her shaky legs. 

"ANYONE HERE! SAVE ME! P-please s-save m-me" Her voice merged into whisper at last, feeling her hopes getting crushed. Hiccups were leaving her mouth continously. 

Her body flinched hearing playful whistles from her behind. 

"Done with your adventure, baby?" 

Edward chuckled, sauntering down the staircase with taunting smirk, his hands dipped inside his pockets, buttons of his shirts open yet the navy blue shirt was on, giving peak to his toned chest. 

Hazel tried to pound again but the drugs in her body had her strength weakend, making it impossible for her to plead for rescue. 

"No one will hear you." Edward told her, once he was down the stairs.

"We are in middle of nowhere." He began to take quiet steps in her direction and stopped infront of her, sitting on arm of the couch, placing one knee over other leg and crossing his arms over his chest.

Hazel rubbed the tears from her eyes, turning slightly to have a view around, feeling his heated gaze on her. 

The whole house was painted in grey and black, barely consuming any furniture. It looked old and dusty. 

Hazel wondered what kind of horror lacing place it was. 

Edward, who was closely analyzing her expressions, spoke suddenly, startling her. 

"It's where I deal with my flings." A smirk adorned his features seeing her pale face getting paler. He had lied, the place belonged to his guard. He'd taken incharge over it for a day to punish her. 

Hazel felt her stomach churning into nefarious knots. 

Flings. The word made her face to contort in disgust. 

Why did he bring her here? The thought alone made her shudder in fear. But, because of his heated gaze stuck on her, he was able to answer it right as the question appeared on her face. 

"Because you are one of them." Edward murmured, words smoothly rolling from his tongue. Her heart broken expressions gave him sparks of satisfaction. 

His words were slap to her dignity. Hazel felt her face going hot in humiliation. Her eyes automatically stung with painful tears. 

The girl, who never once raised her head to make eye contact with male sex, was being labeled as prostitute. 

Hazel felt it as a stain on her good character, on the dignity her late father shielded with his face, on the purity her mother invested in her immature mind. 

"S-Stop." She mumbled, pressing her hands on her ears to shut his poisonous words. They had hurt her like never before. The pain felt unbearable. 

Edward was having hard time maintaining his cool. He felt his jaw clenching in fury.

Why the fuck was she pretending to be some saint. Does she think that will earn her some sympathy from him? 

If she thought so, she had other thing coming. 

As Hazel's head was lowered, facing the floor, Edward took quite steps and swiped her from the floor, picking her in bridal position. 

"N-no!" Hazel thrashed in his hold like water deprived fish, his touch felt like painful flames burning her skin. 

"SHUT UP! DON'T FUCKING SPEAK A WORD." Edward roared, tightening his hold on her to the point her screams of pain began to reverberate through silent walls. 

Terrified out of her wits, Hazel hid her teary face against his chest to avoid his glaring eyes and began to sob softly. 

Feeling her struggles dying, Edward slightly loosened his grip on her hurting body and began to walk upstairs. 

Reaching the dark room, he kicked the door open and roughly threw her on the mattress, turning around and locking the door. 

Exhaling a rough sigh, Edward threw the keys in one corner and slowly turned around. Calmly stalking in her direction, he removed his shirt and tossed it away. 

"Stop crying, sweetheart. The night's still young." He murmured softly crouching to her height level. 

A frown itched on his temple seeing her palming a side of her forehead. Forcefully removing her hand, he notified a red bump and drops of blood forming on corner of her head.

Edward realized she must have gotten it when he threw her on the mattress. He didn't do it intentionally. Nevertheless, he wasn't gonna go all soft on her for this and spare her. 

Surely after fucking her, he would apply good amount of ointment on it.

Of course he would. He wasn't that much heartless now. But the catch was he would heal her only after destroying her.

Softly tracing his fingers across her jaw, he locked his hand around it in tight manner, digging his fingers in her soft skin. 

Her lips puckered out with pressure, catching his attention. Lust began to glow in his eyes. 

"You know why I'm doing this?" He murmured, bringing his face closer to her jaw, peppering kisses on it. 

Hazel felt her whole world falling apart. She tried to shrink back only for his hold to tighten.

Her body and mind were in endless pain, wishing for it to end. 

"Do you?" He growled brushing his rough lips over hers. Her helpless tears cascade down, losing in his brown beard. 

"Because you sabotage my pure character." His eyes darkened along his aura. "And now I'll taint yours. I'm strict believer of returning the favors." 

He had chuckled before pushing her on the mattress and hovering above her, giving no time for her to strive. 

"I fear on my s-salvation." Edward halted his torture hearing her words. He raised his head to gaze at her distressed face, eyes closed. 

"I-I didn't do a-anything." Edward growled, frustrated of hearing same words again and again. 

The sane part of his mind was reprimanding him for what he was doing. Even if a prostitute tried to sabotage his character, he didn't need to stoop this low to her level. 

However, the urge to avenge the humiliation and embarrassment was high on his nerves. 

"Salvation." He chuckled. "Whores don't get any salvation. Heck I doubt if born sluts like you even know the meaning of faith." 

His words successfully broke her last rays of hope, leaving enough pain for her soul to whither till eternity. 

Her wrists were roughly bound, followed by sounds of clothe tearing. Hazel didn't open her eyes. Her mind went numb, refusing to receive heartbreaking message from her body, that was testifying the endless torture it was undergoing.

Why? For sin she didn't commit. 

"You sponsored me as fuckboy infront of whole institute. Now I'll show you how fuckboys fuck." 

That's what he had whispered near her ear before ruthlessly ripping her off from her dignity. 

The dark room was able to hide her tears, but the screams and weeps the poor had let out, had shaken the silent walls of the cottage that were the witness of pure torture that occurred on the broken soul. 

In fits of rage and vengeance, Edward kept on destroying the girl's dignity, signing his own fate for endless torture of guilt he was bound to face the minute he put hands on a pure soul. 

Comments (2)
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Bourne
I’ll go straight to the last chapter, this is so dumb
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mordhaelyn
good grief, this needs some work. large parts are nonsensical.
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