Chapter 52

Emma read his writing and couldn't stop shaking her head along with her shivering body. This can't be happening! He can't be in love with me.

She kept chanting this inside her head, it was unbelievable but unfortunately, it was true. Her body went limp and she fell on the sofa with a loud thud. She thought she couldn't be more unfortunate now. He was in love with her, another reason why it would be hard for her to escape. It was difficult enough with his house surrounded by guards and his vicious eyes that never even left her alone for a moment. She squeezed her eyes shut for the 100th time in an hour and let the tears of sorrow and angst drop down her eyes.

Alexander's eyes opened slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and wondering where did the thudding sound come from. He squinted his eyes before opening them widely and found his Emma sitting on his sofa with some papers in her hands. He threw his head back on the pillow and let out a low grunt.

Now what? She's gonna sit there and began her drama again?

Alexander started to feel he had enough of her dramas, if she tried to escape from him one more time, he wasn't planning to go slow on her anymore. Keeping her in the basement as her punishment should've taught her a lesson. He was willing to give her time to adjust herself in her new life, what else did she want? He had never done that for anyone before not even for his family.

She should be fucking grateful.

Emma didn't notice Alexander waking up and getting out of his bed, he was still in his boxer as he walked toward her. She was so engrossed by her thoughts that she had barely any moment to look around her. It was as if her fate was playing with her, toying with her life and squashing her freedom right in front of her.

It felt like a maze where she was lost for almost a year and still didn't find her way to get back to normalcy. Normalcy that didn't exist in her life anymore.

The papers from her hands were taken by her oppressor and placed gently on the crystal-clear glass table. That was when she looked up and saw him. His face, as usual, didn't hold any emotion.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned.

What am I doing here? What does he think people do after waking up? Find some ridiculous papers where they find out their tormentor is in love with them and never going to let them go.

What does it look like I'm doing? Sitting on his luxury sofa and staring at the man who is standing above me thinking about how my life would be from now on. If I would have my life anymore, this man could kill me anytime he wanted.

For the worst, she could only utter these in her mind and not voice them out. She didn't have that much courage to anger him, she was afraid he might hurt Caroline.

"N-nothing," she whispered and turned her face away. As much as it agitated Alexander, he didn't say anything.

"Okay. It's still very early. C'mon get some more rest, I have to leave for work in three hours," she shook her head. She didn't want to go anywhere near Alexander anymore, she felt her stomach turning and she felt sick.

Alexander passed her a death glare which immediately made her obey him without any more resistance. But the fear in her never ceased. She had many questions in her mind, but there was that one question that troubled her the most.

"Why?" She whispered. "Why me?" She continued. Alex6 stopped pulling her to the bed and looked at her.

Is she really asking this question now? She still has no idea 'why' it's her?

Perhaps, it was better for Emma to not know the answer now. He ignored her and walked with her to the bed and laid her down with him getting in there beside her.

Emma was too lost to repeat her question, so she gave in and closed her eyes and she hoped that everything was just a bad dream. She needed to wake up. So, she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall from one eye, and soon she was lost in her dreamland.

***

He pinned her down on the bed and got on top of her. Her body was beneath him, her helpless hands were tightly held by the devil himself making her wince in pain. His body was tightly pressed on hers.

"Accept it! You cannot fucking run away from me. You can NEVER escape from me. It would be better for you if you just accept that your fate is with ME. You are mine!" She shut her eyes and sobbed quietly beneath him. She knew she could never escape from him; she knew he would never let her go. But that didn't stop her from trying. That would never stop her from trying.

She swallowed her fear and looked back at him with her tearful big eyes.

"I-I'm not yours! I can never be yours, master. I am just a maid who works in your house. Y-you have no right to claim me yours like this," she threw back. It didn't shock Alexander, it amused him. His fiery cat was finally able to open her mouth in front of him.

His hand left hers only to stroke her cheeks, and it went from her cheeks to her lips. He rubbed her bottom lip with his fingertips slowly, feeling the softness of her lips on his fingertips. He leaned down and crashed his lips on hers, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

Their lips danced in sync, he was biting and sucking her bottom lip making her whimper. His kiss was dominating. He desired to dominate each and every part of her. Including her life.

A few minutes later, he let go of her. Emma was already panting when he released, she inhaled as much air as possible.

They both stared at each other with an intensity that was hard to explain. But the silence was soon broken by the devil himself.

"You are mine, Emma. You were mine the moment I laid my eyes on you. You were mine when I saw you for the first time when you opened the door for me. You were mine when I saved you from the guy at the party who almost raped you..." He gritted at the bitter memory.

"You were mine since the first time my heart skipped a beat whenever I saw you...You are mine and you will always be mine," with that, he kissed her lips again. She heard the unbuckling sound of his belt and her eyes widened in fear. She pushed him as hard as possible but that didn't stop him.

In a blink of an eye, he tore her dress and once again claimed her as his.

***

A loud bloodcurdling scream filled in the silent room with the piercing sound of agony and distress. A few beads of sweat formed on her forehead, the red top was drenched in something cold and wet. Her eyes were wide and her face was pale as if she had seen some ghost. Her mouth was parted slightly and whimpers after whimpers escaped from in between her lips.

Someone entered the bedroom hurriedly and rushed towards her. "Ma'am, are you okay? I heard your scream," Emma's eyes didn't leave a certain surface, they were sealed in one place. The young girl who entered the room shook her body lightly. "Ma'am, please tell me what happened? Did you get hurt?"

The scream shook everyone in the house. The maids were working downstairs when they heard her, one of the maids rushed to the bedroom to check if Emma was okay. Before arriving at the penthouse, Alexander had strictly told them to look after Emma at any cost and if they failed to do so, they will lose their job immediately, and not only that, Alexander threatened to destroy any other chances of getting a job somewhere else.2

The maid sighed and helped Emma lay down on the bed. She was sweating everywhere and her body was icy cold.

"Ma'am, shall I bring you a glass of water?" The girl gently asked her. Fortunately, that time Emma could respond with a shake of her head. She turned away from the maid and recline on her sides. The maid took that as a gesture to leave her alone. She didn't say anything further and left.

Emma stayed glued to the bed, traumatized about the dream she just had. It was one of the most horrifying dreams she ever had, what more horrifying was that Alexander could do that to her at any time he wanted. It could be any day when she would lose her dignity when she would lose her soul and body to a monster. A satan.

She didn't notice that she was alone in the room now. Looking at her surrounding, she got up from the bed and stood on her feet. It took her all of her courage to walk towards the similar round glass table and the sectional black leather sofa and the papers. She bit her bottom lip and sat down. Her curiosity which now had blended with her was expelling her into discovering more about her tormentor. Wherefore, she picked up the papers and began to forage for something she didn't even know. Until she picked up a random paper, it wasn't a regular white paper and the writings were not as clear as the others but she could read it out.

Again, I perceived her.

She was wearing a blue-hued blouse,

And a pencil black skirt.

Her hair was loose,

The strands befitted the starry night.

She, once again, held a tray in her hands,

Reminding me, once again, who she was.

The barrier betwixt us didn't stop me,

From going close to her.

Albeit, her refusal injured my heart,

But I was unnerved.

I wanted her.