Chapter 5: I won't.
Elisa's POV
I clutched my chest as Dad was laid on the floor, lifeless. The floor, almost filled with oil, made it difficult to step on.
"Dad." I almost landed my body to the ground as I sped up toward him.
How could they do that?
Heartless beings.
I held him in my lap as he lay closer to me. His eyes were unable to open. I moved my hands toward his chest, almost pale and weak.
"Dad, what's happened?"
Dad was still there; he tried to slide his eyes but got them shunned, with tears that rang through his eyes. I sat there, my heart sank, and my whole world vanished in a minute.
I pulled my phone out and dialed the ambulance number as it rang.
After a few minutes, I stood outside and watched Dad get carried on the bed chair. The pain he held, under those eyes, said it all.
"I would never forgive them."
"Never."
My hands wrapped around my shoulders, with my cloth soaked in tears, like it was waiting for this moment.
"We will take our leave now," the driver said, as I nodded.
A little glanced at the compound before heading toward my car and then hopped inside. My phone kept pumping with a lot of calls. I glanced at it; that devil man, called my husband, kept on, turning my phone into an alarm.
Unable to hold the steering wheel as his message kept pumping. I hissed and then grabbed it and picked up the call.
"Are you not tired? What's now!"
"Are you madddd?" He yelled from the call, like he was waiting to lash out at me. I stood there, lips snatched close, that same fear I hated from the wedding, was thrown into me.
That voice I had always been avoiding throughout, I sat there, eyelashes blinking.
"Get here now!" He hung up the call.
He must be insane.
I fastened my seat belt as I sped up. An hour gone, I stared at the huge building in front of me. That barrier reminded me of the bondage I was in; I wasn't free anymore.
The guards bowed as I walked inside, not until I sighted him from the frontage. His gaze was on me, with fingers curled into a fist.
"Where were you?"
"You must be joking," I croaked.
"Grab her." Immediately, my legs got lifted up as I was carried toward the stairs and then into the hallway.
"Let me be." I screamed my lungs out, but that didn't affect the huge man with shoulders almost the size of my head. He carried me like I was not heavy, opened Adrian's room door and dropped me on the bed.
I rushed to the door but got blocked by the devil itself, Adrian. His broad chest blocked my way as he pushed me back to the bed.
Each step he took brought back those traumas I thought I had left behind.
He moved with hatred, those steps devouring everything he was in contact with.
"Undress." His voice pumped out suddenly, with a killer stare.
"What?"
"Now!"
Chills rang through my spine while I watched him command me. I quickly pulled my clothes off, with tears that rang faster. He wasn't concerned; all his eyes were fixed on my boobs, like he wanted to slaughter them.
"Wide!"
This must be a joke.
"Fuck you," I cursed beneath my breath as I obeyed him. He finally headed toward me, sprawled on the bed, and ran his warm fingers on my neck, down to my boobs.
He suddenly grabbed one of my nipples with force while he got busy staring at my waist. I lay there, body shivering, but my heart sang in pain.
Each touch he made gave me a reason to smash his face, but I don't know. I felt happy, that pleasure of pain and desire.
He paused, scanned my whole body before grabbing my waist, then his, as he swapped his cork into mine.
"Oh shit." A gasp escaped my lips as I bowed in shame.
"You like it?"
"Y…yes."
I felt my body wanted him more, but my heart hated him. Desires and hatred were all in one. He kept on stroking, revealing his thick veins on his forehead.
"Yelled my name." He spanked my ass so hard that I moaned loudly.
"Pa—" I took a deep breath, unable to catch my breath.
"Louder!" He sparked again, my ass, as my body moved to his flow.
"Papa…"
"Good." He stopped, pulled out, and crawled out of the bed, leaving me halfway, like I was some sort of bitch or something.
He quickly wore his boxers and headed toward the corridor while he lit a cigarette and got busy there. His body lay on the sofa, the black one that fit his heart.
A knock suddenly came in, and as I panicked and rolled off the bed, my body wrapped in the white bedsheet.
"Who?"
"Let her be," he said, eyes perched on me, and then went back to what he was busy with.
The doorknob twisted as it opened, leading me to stare at Viva, that bitch, that…
My teeth ground as my eyes rolled at her. Instead, she smiled and walked toward him. I watched them like a side chick getting caught by the wife.
She held a mini package as she carefully sat on his lap.
"Have you brought it?" His eyes fixed on her as she nodded, placing a deep kiss on his lips. He smiled like a lost sheep, before grabbing her waist and smacking her ass so hard I could hear it from here.
"What of her?" she suddenly mentioned me, like I was some trash that needed to be taken out. I curled my fingers into the bedsheets on my body while I stared, almost rushed to her to punch the hell out of her.
"I'm done." I screamed.
"What?" They both said, eyes fixed on me like I had gone insane.
"Had she run mad?" Viva rose from his lap as she walked toward me, the confidence grew, her walking step, like she owned the place.
"Let her be. I only need an heir from her, nothing more." It sounded like a spark, and that threw me back into reality.
Landing me back to the bed, my heart skipping and vision swaying.