~Trigger warning, content very disturbing~Marianne As my eyes blinked, a thought crossed my mind that perhaps I had misheard his words, causing my tears to glisten. “What? Don’t give me that eye. It’s not like I’m going to kill you. It’s just simple. I want you to marry me and in exchange, that sweet Erin will go back home alive.” He simply stated, grazing his tongue against his teeth. My uncontrollable tears flickered past his eyes like it met nothing, my heart getting overwhelmed with feelings. I didn’t know what to say about his proposal. I was already his sole property and possession, that my life drained in darkness. The thoughts that I would be spending the rest of my life with this human beast caused an unsettled clashing in my stomach. I didn’t respond, and he gave me a stare, silencing my thoughts. Sitting helpless with pain and frustration, I watch Ezekiel stand up with his hands tuck in his pocket. He strolled over to Erin. “She’s such a sweet and innocent thing. Imag

Third POVWhile Marianne’s tears rolled down her face, she gave a hard and steady gaze at Ezekiel, the smirk dancing clearly on his lips. There was no way she could harbour feelings for this man. Marianne inches back a little, and she answered his question firmly with no hint of doubt, because she knew that certainly it was the truth. Boredom sliding in his dark lifeless eyes, she faced him with a straight face. “I think you’re the one delusional here, Ezekiel. There’s no way I could fall in love with you. That personality of yours is really getting ahead of you.” The dangling hooked smirk lengthen at her words and it got him amused, thinking how short sense she was and his eyes flashed again filling with his overbearing personality, and flimsily he picked her fragile wrist, bringing them to his lips and he pressed a delightful kiss on it, his cold lips lingering long. “Lying to yourself is also a good way to blindfold your eyes from the truth, but then again you have me to fill yo

Marianne The cold air hitting my bottom hard, that I sucked my breath just feeling his manly palms touch and rub my butt. Wasn’t he done, or won’t he stop until I successfully faint under his ministration? “Should I spank you Marianne?” He dripped his voice out and I didn’t know what to say about his suggestion. Although he had spanked me once that night but it was due to the fact that I was under punishment. Today, I would take all the pleasure he had to offer. For once today, I wanted to drown in the godliness of this man behind me that brought sinful thoughts and whisper in the tip of my ears. I shut my eyes, shuddering at the pleasing sensation, and Ezekiel pitched closer to rest his bulging manhood that poked out from his trousers against my butt, and a low hum echoed from my wet lips. For the next one week, I would do whatever my heart desires because who knows what would happen after this. Like one of those whores that he fucked, I was not able to escape from this de

Ezekiel Marianne uneasily twisted the sheets around her body, her eyelashes lowered, daring not to trap her gaze on my piercing dark ones. The love bite, crumbled sheets and the girl who seemed unwilling to start up a conversation with me. I racked my fingers through my hair and sighed out deeply, dragging my breath. Not wanting to get things more complicated than they were, I watched her making her way out, her tiny frame disappearing from my sight. My continuous sights echoed in the room and I stood up in my full glory, naked. While walking to the bathroom, I absentmindedly turned on the showerhead, feeling the clash of water against my skin. In a fit of frustration, I impulsively punched the marble wall. However, one punch didn't seem to be enough, so I continued to fist the wall repeatedly until blood began to flow down its surface. My bones cracked, and it followed by the concentrated pain which boomed from my fist, but it barely registered to me. I combed my hair with both

Marianne’s face folded with horribleness, her fingers trembling as she felt her heart arching. She stared at the woman again and subconsciously swallowed. Bella, who had no clue why Marianne appeared pale, gently reached out for Marianne's fingers, covering them with her own, and proceeded to ask her with a delicate frown, slowly. “Are…you.” Suddenly Marianne spurred up, forcing the woman’s voice to halt, her eyes finding Marianne. Marianne, in a state of panic, swiftly approached Bella and hastily took back the plastic bag, expressing her apologies. She then abruptly turned and stormed away from the woman. Marianne's fear was evident as her face radiated with terror, causing her to lose concentration. Overwhelmed, she leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, while beads of sweat trickled down her skin. The air around her seemed to intensify the heat, creating a stifling sensation within her body. Marianne extended her arm towards the water dispenser, grasping for it, and t