Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

CHAPTER 40

Mature content ahead.

You've been warned.

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The door of his room opened and she came out, slowly before closing the door. Her body was quivering with aftershocks, he was relentless, he hadn't let her wait for a second and orgasms after orgasms had continuously hit her.

She felt humiliated at her own body's reaction.

Pain was etched on her face as she limped towards the stairs. Her hair were opened and she was cladded in her black bridal dress. 

She was slowly limping towards the stairs when the pain between her legs increased and she immediately sat down on the floor, the pain was too much for her. Her whole body was in immense pain, her face was blemished with red and blue marks while her whole body was covered with red and purple hickeys which started from her neck.

She was trying to breathe but as if her breath was stuck in her throat, she couldn't breathe properly, her private area was throbbing and burning with pain but she knew she cant spend the whole night on the floor so she got up slowly holding onto the wall nearby and staggered towards the stairs. With great difficulty she crossed the stairs, her whimpering resonating in the silent and dark atmosphere and reached to the ground floor.

She found a maid who was standing nearby and looked towards her. She immediately shielded her face with her hair so the maid could not see the slap marks and tried to compose herself, wondering what the maid will be thinking by looking at her that her master on the very first night kicked his wife out of his room.

What will people think? She always cared about it.

"Ma'am come with me." She said and Zahra followed behind her.

She took her to a room and opened the door for her. They both entered inside.

"Ma'am as per sir's order this is your room from now on." She said looking towards her who just nodded.

The room was quite small with a bed by the wall, a door on the left side which she assumed was the washroom and a small cupboard in which she had her clothes.

"All the maids are nearby as this room is almost in the servants quarter if you need anything you can call me anytime."

She nodded her head, not finding any answer to her question and then the maid left.

She looked around and suddenly frowned as the pain increased.

Pain

Pain which she felt at the moment.

Pain which was breaking her bit by bit.

Pain which she had to be in her whole life.

Pain of losing her love and pain of living her whole life with her tormentor.

What her life has became? 

She wished, she could be in her father's embrace right now. Only to protect her from those goons, her father had worked day and night and today she is in the hands of the biggest mafia leader. 

Her father was the ideal man, she wanted her husband to be just like her father, Mujtaba but her husband was totally opposite. It was her first time and she had been through an unimaginable pain tonight, every muscle in her body ached, from her neck to chest her skin was blemished with the hickeys he had given.

She wondered if she had denied him tonight, had he left her or not? That night, he stopped on her insistence had he done the same thing tonight? She was not able to deny him more, she was afraid, afraid to death and the ultimate fear had not let her utter a no to him also she couldn't stop the inevitable. It was going to happen no matter what.

His words but had stabbed her heart so painfully that she felt so low of him.

'You don't deserve to be anyone's wife' he had mused while kissing her brutally.

'You're just a cunning and manipulative woman' he had whispered while thrusting in her.

'I just feel loathe and repulsion from you.' he had gritted while biting her nipples.

'Women like you are a spot on the whole womankind.' he had asserted while staring directly in her eyes.

She blinked in her tears, already tired of todays horrific incidents, she moved towards the bed and forced her to sleep, knowing the more she ponders the more depress she will be. 

She was left alone in this world.

And a deep slumber engulfed her.

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Her eyes opened suddenly, she found herself staring at the blank white ceiling, daylight entering the room through the window. She recalled yesterday's incidents, everything ran like a tape in her mind, the call, Daniyal, the basement, rukhsati, the wedding night. The horrific memory filled her half slept brain and she was internally wishing that all of it was a dream.

Just a dream. 

Nothing more than that.

She wanted to think her father is still alive and she is in her room, in the same house where she used to live before but she ran her eyes into the room and every reality hit her like a truck. It was all real but so surreal.

"Baba, where are you?" she whispered in her croaky voice, looking around as if her father will come out of somewhere.

"Baba you left your daughter alone?" she again whispered, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes.

"Baba see the state of your daughter." she breathed when her eyes filled with tears.

"Baba everyone left me." her face pouted like a child.

"Baba I'm alone. All alone with no one by my side, totally at his mercy." her throat clogged and tears begin to freely flow out of her eyes.

She cried out silently staring at the ceiling like a lunatic. She didn't want to ponder much on her current state but suddenly a scene from last night lingered infront of her eyes.

Flashback

"Say that you love me Zahra." he gritted, threading his fingers into her locks. His face looking deadly dangerous.

"Wh...at?" she asked confused as sear pain shot through her scalp, he was on top of her, his legs encaging her waist.

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