MORE TORTURE

For all that is worth, I leave this damn room and decide to take a sneak peek outside. A short tour of this damn club Who knows, maybe I might run into my sister somewhere, and she will tell me that she was just putting on a show in front of Ejay. That will bring some joy and hope to my tormented soul. I couldn't sleep last night thinking of her. Her reaction and change of attitude worry me so much, and the fact that I don't know the cause of her sudden change isn't lessening the worry at all. I wonder what Ejay has done to her to make her turn this way. Whatever it is, I will find out. I need to straighten things out with my sister, no matter what.

I close the door behind me and start downstairs. Something is confusing, though. If Ejay had my sister all this while, if they have been together all along, if they have been romantically involved like they seem to be, why was he pursuing me? Why was he pretending to be obsessed with me? All that care he showed me—the possessiveness, the protectiveness—was all that just for show? Why? Did Grace know that Ejay had me all this time? This is getting more confusing and complicated. Was this his way of getting revenge—to mess with me and my sister? I could understand his ill motive, but Grace’s change is what is more perplexing. She seems so angry with me. I am like the worst person on earth. I don't remember us quarreling or having a misunderstanding before we got separated. And that point about me being selfish—what was that all about?

"Who just gave you the right to roam around? Looking for a way to escape? Quit dreaming!" Ejay's voice startles me, making me stop on the spot.

"Ejay. I…I..." He didn't wait for me to finish. He grabs my hand and nearly drags me upstairs back to my room, throwing me on the bed the moment we get in.

"In case it slipped out of your empty mind, you are not allowed to leave this room. Am I clear?" He roars.

"Yes." I say, pulling myself up to sit on this cursed bed.

"So how did it feel, huh?" He walks to me, and the look on his face speaks of danger. What is he talking about, and what is he up to now? Another beating? He grabs me by the color of my dress, forcing me to my feet, and I oblige. Just as I thought. Another pain to bear. "How did it feel when that bastard was fucking you, huh? You bitch!" A slap sends me to the floor, and I groan in pain, seeing nothing but darkness for a minute.

"I can take it. I can take it. I am stronger than this." I say inwardly as I gather myself up, tears rolling down my cheeks. He grabs my neck, adding more pain to the already painful marks from yesterday.

"Was he sweet? Was it sweet? How did it feel to moan his name, huh? What style did you use, huh, and how many times did you two do it?" I keep quiet, and my silence earned me another slap and a rough push.

I collide with the dressing mirror fixed on the door of the wardrobe. The door breaks down, taking me with it, and my poor face lands on the now-broken mirror. A piece of it pierces through my flesh. I jerk myself up, blood dreanching my face, and I feel another pain on my upper lip.

Another mark by this monster. How many so far? I can't even count. I can’t recall. At this point, I can't keep quiet. I wipe out the blood that is about to enter my eye with my hand, and I turn to him.

"You know what, Ejay? This is one of the reasons why I couldn't, and still can't, bring myself to love you. Is this your way of loving? By hurting someone? By forcing yourself on someone? In case nobody told you this, there are things you cannot force, and one of those things is love. So even if you dismantle my face or kill me, nothing will change the fact that I detest you so much, Ejay. And yes, Deep was all sweet, gentle, and satisfying. It was heavenly beautiful. Is that all, or should I go on?" If he doesn't kill me in the next few seconds, then he will never kill me.

But it gives me a lot of contentment to see him this enraged. He is in his full monster armor. If only I had slept with Deep, this would be more satisfying. Crazy thought.

"Brace yourself for what is to come after thirteen days, Gia, because I will make you eat your words back. I will show you exactly what I do to people who betray me." He fumes.

"Betrayal? Ejay, betrayal, really?" I challenge, and he maintains his murderous, cold look at me as I speak. I would be laughing at his ugly face right now if only it weren't for this pain. Betrayal of my left foot! "And what exactly are you doing with my sister? Isn't that betrayal?" He remains quiet, and I speak again after wiping away some blood again. My face feels so heavy, but I will pay attention to that pain later. "Right. I forgot. You are a "god" who has all the rights to do whatever you fucking please without being questioned, right? Did you have to use my very own sister to get back at me?"

"How are you even sure that that woman is your sister? You seem so convinced." He speaks, his composure not weakening, nor his stern look.

Yeah, damn! But your tricks won't work on me, Ejay. I came back better prepared and wiser. "I couldn't believe it until she was right in front of my eyes. Her reaction when she saw me is enough proof, and my heart doesn't say otherwise. However, there are things that do not make sense to me, no matter how hard I try to understand them. Why did you keep my sister a secret from me all this time? Wait, how did she even end up with you? Did you also rescue her from another kind of accident, Mr. Rescuer? And why is she so mad at me? Maybe you could clarify all that?" He takes slow steps and stands in front of me.

"I will not give you the satisfaction to solve that puzzle, Gia. I will let you beat yourself over it until it drives you insane, and then I will put an end to your misery when I feel like it." He takes a step back. "Now, if you excuse me, my girlfriend is waiting to satisfy me in bed. We didn't have enough sex last night, so I am going to satisfy her right now. You want to join us? Naah, I forgot. Your name alone disgusts her, and your looks right now disgust me, and what you did with that son of a bitch makes me want to puke. You are so pathetic Just like your life, Gia." With that, he walks out.

Filthy jerk! He knows how to hit perfectly where it hurts the most. It kills me to know that he is screwing my sister, and she is allowing it. Does he love her? Naah! Who am I kidding? The word love does not exist in this monster's vocabulary. All he is best at is using people for his own advantage and spitting them out like vomit when they become useless. Why is Grace allowing this to happen? How will I carry out my mission if I don't get her on my side?

The clock is ticking fast.

I need to think fast.

I need a good plan.