Chapter 165: ~Hellbound~
"What?" I gasped, fixing my gaze on him, a mixture of disbelief and horror etched across my face.
"Yes, Elena," Paul acknowledged, closing his eyes as if lost in a dark mory. The weight of his confession hung heavily in the room, a suffocating reality I struggled to grasp.
We entered the car, and the engine roared to life. The fleeting hope of freedom spurred
to action. I pushed the door open, a desperate attempt to reclaim autonomy as Paul initiated the car’s acceleration.
"Wow, you look fantastic. However, Elena, you appear to be overweight," he stated, his comnt a surprising twist that broke the tension in the room.
"No, Elena," Paul asserted, his grip tightening around . "You actually listen to what I’m saying. This outfit should be changed," he declared, his tone carrying an unexpected directive.
"Ah!"
"Because he is my husband, and you have the power to damage . I’m no longer terrified of you," I declared, a surge of strength propelling
to strike my elbow against the car’s glass mirror.
’No, I’m not going to let him see my belly. I think he was still unaware of my existence,’ I thought, the instinct for self-preservation kicking in.
Paul stopped the car, and for a mont, the world around us seed to freeze.
"I’m driving, Elena. Allow
to concentrate. We can’t die right now. I can’t bear seeing you die in front of my eyes. It is preferable that I die before you. Instead, if we die together, I’d like to close my eyes before you."
"Please, Paul," I pleaded, the desperation in my voice belying the tumult within.
The force of the slap echoed through the room as my hand connected with Paul’s face. His hand instinctively reached for his cheek, a testant to the impact of my unleashed rage. In the aftermath of my fit of anger, I stood there, exhaling heavily.
He continued, smiling, "but you were looking so lovely in that dress and that necklace," his words, laced with an unsettling admiration, only intensified the discomfort in the air.
"Wait," I responded abruptly, a plea for a montary reprieve. "I’ll do it," I added, determined to regain control over my own choices.
Taking a step back, I hesitated, grappling with the conflicting emotions surging within .
He smiled, an unexpected gentleness in his expression, and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead and do it. I’m not going to see you right now," he declared.
Slap!
"I’m not," he retorted abruptly, tearing at my sleeves with a swift motion that caught
off guard.
"Why are you so bossy?" I shouted, frustration bubbling to the surface as I resisted his attempts to control even the simplest of decisions.
"He is unable to do so. I also don’t want to die right now. Because we have to run, make a family," Paul chuckled, his words unveiling a vision of a future that clashed with the perilous present.
For a fleeting mont, the atmosphere shifted, and I saw a glimpse of the old Paul, the one who once held a gentleness that had long been overshadowed by darker shades of his personality. It was a montary revelation that left
conflicted.
What’s the matter with him? Why does he treat
so tenderly after the turmoil he’s caused?
I braced myself for a retaliatory storm, expecting Paul’s wrath to mirror the intensity of my own. However, to my surprise, his deanor remained strangely composed. He stood there, his hand on his cheek, an almost serene acceptance of the consequence of his actions.
"Why are you ntioning his na? You should know that I changed myself. If I’m not going to harm you, why are you saying his na?" he stated, his words tinged with frustration and anger.
Swiftly changing into a new outfit, I announced, "I’m done," signaling the completion of the task at hand.
"Why are you so careless?" he questioned, as he halted the car.
"Paul!" I yelled, instinctively shielding my chest as the fabric gave way to his impulsive actions.
"Paul, listen to ," I urged, a plea in my voice as I attempted to bring so semblance of reason to the chaos that surrounded us.
"Co on, change your clothes. We need to get out of here. I’m sure that jerk won’t let us leave so easily," Paul explained, his words a stark reminder of the urgency of the situation.
"It’s locked, Elena," he calmly stated, a reminder that my escape was not as simple as opening a door. Panic set in as the reality of my predicant resurfaced.
"Stop blabbering!" I shouted, the weight of his words too heavy to bear. "I don’t want to die with you!"
"But it’s no issue, I prefer fatty Elena," he joked, his laughter breaking the years-long silence. The sound of his laughter, once familiar but long forgotten, echoed in the room.
"So you gave
the chain," I shouted at him, the revelation hitting
like a physical blow. Paul nodded in acknowledgnt, his deanor unapologetic.
"Derek, Derek," Paul’s voice rang out abruptly, the na reverberating in the confined space of the car.
"He’ll kill you, Paul," I shouted angrily, the urgency of my words punctuating the gravity of the situation.
"Let’s go," Paul declared, scooping
up and guiding
outdoors. As we approached the car, a surge of adrenaline pulsed through . This was my chance to escape, to break free from the entanglent of his control.
"All I want is Derek," I declared, a stark statent that halted the car in its tracks.
"Slap
even harder. I now understand how you felt when I hurt you. Now I’d like you to smack
even harder. But don’t leave ," he uttered with a peculiar smile, as if inviting the storm to intensify.
"So it’s not the fault of Derek. Any boy who sees you in that way will do the sa," he asserted, his rationalization adding another layer to the distorted reality.
Continue.
Reviews
All reviews (0)