25- Concerned

'After my failed attempt, I understood that escape is only a dream now. It was affirmed he won't think twice before ravaging me." ****** After spending the painfully longest two months of my life there, we went back to the world where I am trapped into his abyss with no place to run away anymore. 'Who do you belong to?" He ordered, resting his hand on my shoulders with a warning grip, staring dead into my reflection. We were back to our room, in his domain. 'I.. am yours." I whispered tentatively, utterly powerless before him, I have lost my will to fight anymore. I cannot go against him. It's useless to try now. 'Say it again." He ordered again, sending a glare which evoked a shiver from my spine. I feel hopeless, his elusive mien had trapped me. He won't let me escape. 'I am yours." Whispering again, I lowered my gaze, flinching at his hand holding my shoulders in a dangerous grip. Leaning down to my ears, he whispered authoritatively, 'You better not forget it." Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded, narrowing my eyes when I was imprisoned to look into his reflection, feeling his hot breath on my neck. 'I.. won't…" Murmuring, my fingers twirled around my dress. I felt like a puppet whose strings are attached to him- I am. 'Don't try to resist me again." He threatened, etching facts he thought I understood but not engraving them verbally in my mind. And I truly don't want to lead things to the point of being physical. 'I won't." Stammering, I began to lose my posture, breaths becoming heavy when he pressed his chest against my body, heating it up. 'Don't you ever try to escape again. You can't nor I will let you." He whispered, biting the mark he left on my skin slowly, curling his lips from one side sinfully. 'I won't." Trembling, I managed to confront his dominance using all my power. Please at my display of weakness and subjugation, he finally removed his hands. 'Good girl." Smirking, he took a step back and I released the breaths which suffocated me, releasing the body immobilized in his proximity. He noticed it too but since that is what he requires from me, it didn't bother him at all. Scrutinizing my form, he took a step back, grabbing his office bag and left for work. Finally, when he was gone, I could allow myself to relax. The serenity I lost at our honeymoon because there I had to live in the dread of not knowing when he would come and what he would do to me. I no longer have to vex about a false display of affection either. Sighing, I sat down, pushing my hairs back, lost in unwanted ponderings. Unwanted thoughts afflicting my mind and I was unsure how to deal with them. 'Then, how come my voice is reaching you when you can't hear it in the first place? How can my words make a difference or change your perspective when you cannot hear?" 'I shouldn't have asked, I shouldn't have asked." Growling, I pulled my hair in frustration. Why does this silly heart want him to know what I am saying? I want to tell him everything, to recognize those words. Though my decision to run away will remain the same but I want his heart to break exactly as mine. I want his heart to shatter badly. As I was lost in my thoughts, thankfully Papa called, dragging me out from the stress absorbing my ability to think. The moment I picked the call, his voice came out displeased and concerned, 'Eileen, girl, did you forget about your papa in four months? You rarely call me." I call almost everyone everyday but not him because I have never hidden anything from my Father and I am afraid, if we talked, I might end up telling him everything. Biting the inside of my cheek, I faked a chuckle, 'No… I just…" 'You just what? You didn't even send me any pictures. You, who used to share every detail, didn't even bother to send one picture. Am I a stranger now?" He sighed, not liking my action but I feel dejected from everything. 'No, Papa, I didn't take pictures in the first place." I reasoned. 'Yeah, Sebastian told me. You didn't but he sent me. You guys look amazing together. Ah, I am so happy for you. Sebastian is the best man for you after all." He beamed happily and I could feel an arrow pierced through my chest. My smile faded, clutching my dress firmly, pressing my teeth together, I cannot fake it anymore. 'Yeah…" But, noticing my discontent, his stern voice came, 'Eileen." 'Yes?" 'Are you okay?" No, I am not. He asked sternly, knowing there is truly something 'Huh? Why?" I asked faintly, slightly worried. I know I should learn how to act but it's hard. 'That is definitely not a response my princess would give. Especially not after having a dream of hers being fulfilled. From living in a castle to traveling in France. He made your dreams come true yet you don't sound delighted at all." He asked, tone concerned about my well being but it made my heart race. Sebastian is already furious with me and I don't want to do anything which could enhance his rage. 'No.. I am just.. In a state of daze. Everything seems surreal, you know…" I said, faking out a laugh, praying deeply it could convince him. 'I guess. Still, are you sure everything's okay?" He asked nonchalantly, thankfully buying my reason. 'Yes, yes, don't worry." I hummed. 'If you say so but if there is anything you know you can tell us, right?" He said sweetly, trying to reassure me and I am desperately seeking a way to tell them but cannot find any. 'Yeah, I do. Don't worry, Papa. Everything is fine." I hummed. 'Okay… I will talk to you later then. We will pay you guys a visit soon and you should too." He demanded, I miss them too, I want to meet them. 'Yeah, I will ask Sebastian." I hummed again, knowing he wouldn't let me go not until he taught me a lesson for daring to escape. 'Tell him. No need to ask, why would he say no." He laughed but to not augment his suspicion I chuckled too. 'Yeah…" 'Talk to you later, love. Take care. Bye." He chuckled, 'Bye." I smiled and cut the call too, leaning back on my seat, staring at the ceiling, closing my eyes to feel the darkness around. Unwillingly, the time passed and he returned. We had dinner in silence. I didn't know what to say besides I don't want to talk to him either. We were in our room, he was laying with his hand covering his face, sitting on my side, I called him hesitantly, "Sebastian…" "Hmm?" He hummed, not removing his hands. "Papa called. He told me you sent him our pictures." I began to say, trailing off. "Your pictures. Yeah, you can neglect the position we have but I cannot. Gotta keep the position of the most anticipated couple." He replied impassively, removing his one hand to look at me. "Papa… wants us to come over." I began to say to gain his attention. "You are not going anywhere. You're gonna stay at home and think about what you did." His strict tone came, frowning after hearing which I clearly expected from him. "Sebastian, Please." I pleaded which caused him to send a glare in my direction to shut my mouth. "You will not take a step out of this palace until I will ensure you won't dare to overuse my leniency again." He warned, displeased at my persistence. Murmuring, I lowered my gaze, trying not to enrage him anymore, "I am sorry…" "Enough. You are not allowed to leave. They can come but don't dare to leave. Do I make myself clear?" He asked dominantly, not in the mood to hear further. Not extending this conversation further I nodded and climbed under the covers as well, going to sleep.