Roxanne“Ma'am, you really need to take this seriously. Haa." Laura signs heavily as I ignore her teachings. My eyes are finding interest outside in the garden where red roses are blooming to its fullest. “Let's not do this today, because clearly you are not in the mood." She adds after not seeing any attempt from me to do what she wants me to do. I lift my legs up and cross them. The wound on my knees had healed to some extent. Isaac didn't come home yesterday. Though I am grateful, I am partly frightened of being alone again in this mansion. Yesterday night went in a blink since I slept like a log. Where is he even? I didn't even see any houses here when I ran away the first day that I came. “Laura." I call her out and look toward her. She has made herself comfortable on the sofa across from me. Her hair in a sleek pony and like everyday she is adorning a suit. “Yes, ma'am." I shift so I face her directly. “Where do you live?" I asked. She must be living here. And the myster
Roxanne His eyes hardened. I clench my palms in a fist to stop them from trembling. His hands loosened from around me as he separated himself from me, taking me by surprise. He cups my cheeks by his palm and his thumb traces my lips. Our eyes stuck on each other. His hand moves back, under my hair, stopping on my nap as he cups it. He pulls me down by my nape rather harshly and my lips instantly descend on his. My wet hair cascades down on his shoulders dripping water on them. My hands land on his shoulders. He bites my lips making me wince in pain. His hold on my nape bruising. His other hand tugs away my barely holding towel. I stand before him, naked. Cool air hits me, creating goosebumps all over my body in their wake. His lips, moving in a rhythm with mine. His kiss, rough, as if emitting his anger on my lips. His other hand caressing the side of my belly. We get low on oxygen and we part. I glare at him. Fucking bastard must be horny. After a small staring session
Isaac I gaze out of the car's window to the endless starry sky as the car zooms towards Grandma's house. These stars in the sky act like some hope in the dark life of a sky. These starry skies tell us that even in dark times if we look closely there are a en number of hopes. I look away from the sky and down on my iPad. On the screen, Roxanne is sleeping away. I stroked her image wanting to feel her luscious skin. The moon light falls on her pale skin since she has forgotten to pull the drapes of the room close. Her one leg out of the quilt while one tucked inside the quilt. She looked just like the day I first saw her. An innocent seductress. How would it feel to have her cling to me while she sleeps? How would it feel to be woken up by her kisses? How would it feel when she will murmur in my ears how much she loves me, how she can't wait to fuck me? All these thoughts are making me irritated and annoyed. But soon she will start loving me. Soon I would know how it feels when
Isaac “Are you sure of it?" I asked, wanting to reassure myself. I couldn't stop the smile creeping up my face. It was like I was on cloud nine. I took Roxanne forcefully because I wanted her to be pregnant. I have seen how women get all happy and willing for anything if they get a child. Through this child she will become mine completely. Not only will her body belong to me but her heart will also belong to me. With this child I will conquer her fully. She will become mine. And I will get a mini version of her. So when we go on a fight that mini version can be with me and support me. Fuck, the thought alone is giving me immense pleasure. What would it feel like to actually live that kind of life? Fucking, I can't wait for that day. “Yes, sir." Lisa answers, breaking me out of my thought. I stroll towards the sofa, across from Lisa's and make myself comfortable on it. I sign for her to sit and she follows as she continues. “When I reached yesterday night to check on ma'am as yo
Isaac I was freezed in my place. My eyes stuck on Roxanne as Lisa checks her out. Not even for a second my eyes went to her belly, afraid to see what I was dreading, afraid to see my dreams getting shattered into pieces.“I am all right. It was just a small fall. You don't need to check me out. And since there was a rug I didn't even get a scratch." Roxanne says as she tries to get up. I part my lips to protest, to say that even a small fall can cause damage to our child. But nothing comes out except air.“I know ma'am. But let me just check you." Lisa retorts back. Roxanne still doesn't know that she is pregnant. I will have to tell her today so she can take extra precautions. I can't risk my mini love's life.She groans in annoyance but nonetheless lays still as Lisa checks her out. I clench my fist to stop it from trembling. My heart thudded loudly in my ribcage. All of my attention is on Lisa, waiting for her to reassure me that everything is fine. My love and my mini love both
Roxanne “I don't believe you." I shout. “I-I can't be pregnant." I cannot be pregnant. I don't want to be pregnant. What is he even talking about? I am sure he did that just to distract me. “Yes, you are, love." He grins through his water brimmed eyes. “We will become parents." He leaves my forearm and keeps his palm on my flat belly. “Our child is growing here." I shake my head. “You are pregnant and it has been three weeks." He says. I shake my head in denial. Is that why I didn't get my period this month? I never paid attention to my periods. He takes me in his arms bridal style. I mute him out as he orders something to the maid whom I haven't seen even once clearly. I look down at my bloodied palm. I clench it close and more blood starts seeping out from it. But I don't feel any pain. Should I keep clenching it? It will lead to blood loss and maybe I will be free from here, from him and this forsaken place that haunts me. I flutter my eyes towards my belly and caress it wit
Roxanne “Wh-what are you talking about?" I asked, unsure if I heard her right. What does she mean by that? Did I miss hearing her? How am I binded to Isaac because of the child growing in me. This child is nothing but the cause of unprotected sex. She walks towards me. An arrogant and prideful smile intact on her face as she walks towards me. She leans down, her face just an inch away from mine. “This child, my great grandson…" she lightly jabs her finger on my flat belly. “is a source that my son has used to bind you with him." My eyes widened at that? “What did you think? That my son is a rapist." She says with venom in her voice. Her eyes looked at me with disdain. “He is not that much desperate that he will rape you. He took you forcefully that day and the other days to make you pregnant." Dread pools at the bottom of my belly at her words. Everything he did was a plan. He raped me not because he wanted to take me but because he had planned it. She can't be serious. “
Isaac Her body slums down on my thigh as she finally falls unconscious, her hair cascades down on the floor. My hand circled her figure. Her face paled and lacked the glow which I always used to see on her. The fierceness which her face always adored lacked. With a trembling hand I remove the strands of her unruly hair sticking on her face. She looked so broken and lifeless. Suddenly a tear drops on her chin, more follows them as I cry silently. I pull her closer to me and hug her tightly. My hands tighten around her as I wail on her unconscious shoulder. “What have I done?" I whisper in the silence of the room. “What did I do?" I clench my eyes shut. My chest vibrates as a full blown sob escapes my lips. With trembling limbs I get up with her in my arms, bridal style. And as soon as I take a step ahead I stagger and fall on my knees. My hands instantly tightened around her protectively. My legs were immovable and hard to move. I wiped away my tears as my sight got hazy.