12- Empty Words

"I don't know whose empty words to trust anymore." ****** I got ready, dressing up well as instructed by the devil himself. Doing everything accordingly to not displease him and give him further reasons to display fury. We had breakfast, he stayed for a while, waiting for his parents to come and greet their daughter-in-law which is not favorable for me. But I was vexed, if he is like this then how terrible his parents could be? Definitely he takes upon someone… right? Can't be the only ruthless one here, right? Or maybe this is a consolation to myself that if all of them would be the same then I would know I have to adapt this way to survive and escape. But, if they were not, if he is the only devil here then I am doomed for eternity. Shivering at my thought, I shook my head to get out from my world of miserable cognition. "What?" Sebastian called, noticing the dread on my face. "I didn't do anything this time." He said, perplexed at my reaction. "Your parents…" I whispered, lowering my gaze timidly. "Don't vex. They are definitely not like me. I have told you, they are coming to console my prey." My prey… no wife, nothing but prey. He smirked but it enhanced my apprehension. He is the only one. I can't escape. We remained like this. Each second felt devilishly long in his assertive presence, sitting dominantly with one leg over the other, using his phone. Time was passing so slowly, I couldn't think, I couldn't move but thankfully, his parents came. They didn't look dangerous like him, they looked sweet but mostly worried. Sebastian and I got up as his large fingers locked my waist perfectly, making me shiver slightly especially when my head was just a little above from his shoulder. His tall height enhanced my dread. "Eileen, She is my mother, Melissa and my father, Albert." He greeted nonchalantly with disinterest, clearing his throat. 'H-Hello." I stuttered, forcing out a smile as they greeted me back. Tensed at his hand holding me. 'How are you, Dear?" Mr Stellios said sweetly. 'Fine." I replied timidly. 'My, you are so pretty." Mrs Stellios said now, holding my arm and pulling me towards her and why do I think she did it because she noticed my unsettling? I could see Sebastian frowning at her action, meaning she knew what I felt. She smiled, cupping my cheeks, ignoring him, "You're lovely." 'T-Thank you." I stuttered, glancing at Sebastian who was clearly displeased but before he could do anything, Mr Stellios patted Sebastian's back. 'Let's go to work. Let the ladies enjoy." He said, dragging him out from his dome of fury and taking him along as they both left for work leaving us alone. I remained motionless, trying to register but then Mrs Stellios spoke up with a sigh, leaving me and going to check the main entrance. 'Is he gone? Finally…" She sighed in relief, holding her forehead. 'Mrs Stellios?" I asked in perplexity but she took my hand and dragged me with her. "Don't trust a single servant here. They are all his puppets. Don't talk to them." She warned me seriously but living here I understood this much. They live upon his orders. She took me to a room and locked it before sighing again and rushing to my side worriedly. 'Are you okay, Dear? He didn't hurt you, did he? Did he hit you? Or anything?" She panicked. Checking me, clearly showing that she is well aware of the beastly nature of her son. 'I am so sorry. I wish we could have come sooner… I am so sorry." Lowering her head, she held my shoulder, apologizing sincerely. 'What are you apologizing for?" I asked weakly, unable to comprehend why she is sorry for her son's deed. 'For giving birth to someone like him." She whispered as a tear pricked in the corner. My eyes widened, not expecting her to say this sentence. Even she regrets giving birth to him. 'I believe you know by now what atrocious people we are. I won't deny, we are bad people but, we don't hurt those who are not connected with us like you… yet he.. He…" Lowering her gaze with shame, she didn't have words to justify his actions anymore. Biting my bottom lip nervously, I held my arm, looking away distressfully, 'Why.. is he.. Like this?" One cannot be this demonic without a specific reason. Must be a reason, the bloodline, a trauma, betrayal, anything… 'We don't know ourselves. All he says he holds bloodlust, he loves misery, pain, blood and it controls him. He… cannot control his own self." My mind went blank at her response. Obviously there is something seriously wrong with him. He is mentally unstable. "We tried everything we could, therapy, consultations, temptations but nothing worked. We tried but he just won't let us as if he wants to be like this." Her voice broke, sitting on the bed, holding her dress as a tear rolled down her cheek. But my mind was unable to function properly due to dread. I don't know why I held slight glimpses of hope but they are crushed now. 'And he dragged me into his hellish world. What faults did I have?" I asked, turning to her, stagger blended with agony crept upon my features. 'I am so sorry for your fate, Love." She almost cried, she couldn't even look into my eyes. 'I was thrown into a foreign world. I knew nothing about it, I was powerless; the easiest target to mold." Scoffing, I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. 'If you want to survive here, Dear, you must become strong. Especially when you are facing Sebastian." And now she is speaking the impossible. Expecting someone like me to fight off a devil himself. 'He loves feeding upon the fear of weakness. The more you dread, the more he will make you dread." I know this much now. He would wallow in each drop of fright. 'What is he? A psychopath?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in repulsion, mostly hating the fact he is my husband. 'No." Gulping, she shook her head, locking her eyes with me for a second with a response which stiffed my soul. 'A Monster." When his own Mother is saying this, I don't think I need more reasons to run away. My heart skipped a beat, taking a step back. My eyes widened in appall as my throat dried by apprehension. 'This world is entirely different from the one you are living till now. Things are not beautiful here. You won't find roses here. If you want to survive. You better fight for your life." She whispered desperately, pitying my state but my mind is still trying to register. My back hit the wall, pressing my palm against it, I shivered to take some support from it. 'Those who are weak, die way sooner than you can perceive." She whispered, augmenting my fright by her statement. 'We are ordinary people, Mrs Stellios. My Father has never committed any immorality in his life neither do I. We are pure people. I don't belong here." I whispered, on the verge of crying, unable to fathom my life with someone like him. How can I run away in this condition? 'That is exactly why he desires you. You are so pure and he.. He..-" She tried to tell me the reasoning but he explained my imprisonment explicitly already. 'He loved tainting purity, didn't he?" I completed her sentence, losing my breath, recollecting his heavy words. "He loves devouring innocence. He loves feeding upon terror. He loves tormenting souls. He loves crushing those who are weaker than him. Doesn't he!?" Slamming my hand, I raised my voice. A tear rolled down my cheek out of grief to be held caged in his arena for no reasoning. 'Yes. I am not saying this to scare you off but to help you. Sebastian is an incurable man, don't ever think of saving him." She said sadly. 'I don't even want to, I just want liberation from him. I cannot stand to stay here, I can't bear his presence." I growled, wiping the tears in the corner. My resentment for him only enhanced after hearing everything. 'You have to. As long as you will give Sebastian what he wants, he will keep you caged. Your obedience is his desire." She whispered the obvious part. 'Do I have another option? He would rip my soul if I go against him." I muttered, rolling my eyes off. 'But you are the only one who could do it." She said strongly, getting up and holding my shoulder to surge the non-existent ray of courage. It will be crushed immediately before his dominance. 'Forget who you were, Eileen. Embrace who you are now." She whispered, etching the painful reality that the life I have been living till now is no longer existing and if I want to survive there then I must learn how to counter him. Or else he will devour my soul without a hint of remorse because as she said; that's what he is. A Monster.