His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM novel Chapter 26

Friends Coming

I swiftly made my way to the corner of the bed as he unexpectedly walked through the door. His eyes were different from the previous night. They had regained their gentleness, returning to their usual state, and remorse was clearly visible. I avoided looking at him, not wanting to see him. Even now, my back and buttocks still ache.

"Come here."

His voice, though weak, made me squeeze my body tighter into the corner of the bed, hugging my knees. Fear consumed me as I wondered how he could have done this to me. Tears welled up in my eyes once more. I had believed I had found a companion, but now it felt like I had lost any hope of escaping this nightmarish existence.

"Don't make me angry."

His voice became muffled once more, causing my eyes to widen as I inched closer to him. He stood by the edge of the bed and abruptly pulled my hair, followed by a forceful kiss. My surprise grew as he unexpectedly bit my lip, causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes and the sensation of my lip cracking.

Placing the medkit on the side table, he released his grip on my hair and lips. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, for this wasn't the Andrius I knew. I felt a mix of self-pity and longing as my heart continued to beat for him, despite what he had done. The urge to hit the wall overwhelmed me.

Removing my clothes, he soaked a cotton ball in alcohol and gently placed me on the bed. I remained silent, unable to speak.

I chose not to speak because I was afraid of saying something he wouldn't like. I was terrified of the potential harm he could levy on me.

I bit my tongue as he applied the cotton to the spot where he struck me with the belt last night. The pain from that blow still lingered, a constant reminder. I simply shut my eyes and allowed him to have his way.

When he finished, I was just about to stand up and head straight to the bathroom. However, before I could even get up, he suddenly placed a chain around my foot.

I felt a wave of fear wash over me, making it difficult to meet his gaze. I couldn't help but wonder, why would he do something like this to me? He seemed preoccupied with fixing the chain, completely ignoring my presence.

"W-what is this?" I asked, even though I couldn't straighten out my words.

He came over and sat down next to me, but I moved rapidly so he couldn't touch me. Nonetheless, he pulled my arm hard and put my face in the middle of his pants.

"Suck me," he declared.

My hand trembled as I lowered his zipper to reach for the ‘thing' that was not yet standing. I was just about to touch it when he suddenly slapped it on my face.

I hate myself.

I averted my gaze from him, then spoke, "Free me." 

Even though I couldn't stand up, I stood firm. He lay on the bed then, and I instinctively distanced myself from him, as if he was contagious. It used to be something I enjoyed doing, but then it just filled me with disgust. Suddenly, he pulled something out of his pocket and hurled a small key in my direction.

I undo the shackle myself. The loud chain rang on the floor, and I stumbled into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, I leaned to it and immediately covered my mouth so that we could not hear my voice.

I used to adore him for the way he treated me, as if I were delicate. The way he touched me and looked after me made me feel special. However, he never revealed this side to me. It felt like being embraced by a strong wind, but when you try to embrace it back, it no longer provided the same comforting and pulling sensation.

Hopefully, as I opened my eyes, I wished that everything I saw was merely a fabrication.

Rising from my position, I approached the mirror and gazed at my reflection. My eyes fixated on the visible wound on my neck. Suddenly, a loud bang resonated from the door, causing me to startle. Overwhelmed by fear, I instinctively opened the door without a second thought.

"Prepare yourself. My friends will be arriving later."

After he said that, he stepped out and slammed the door. It made me quiver as I pondered a question.

‘What is the purpose of it?'