A novel of Bound by sins chapter 9
OPHELIA'S POV
As I slowly opened my eyes the excess light which washed through the room made me dizzy and half blind, rubbing the back of my palm over my eyes made me wince in pain with the sudden pain that shot through my wrist. Memories of yesterday hit me like a tsunami, and the blurriness in my eyes vanished.
I tried sitting up straight, but a severe ache shot through my lower back. I remembered being tied down, stomach-facing the bed, last night. Has he come to release me himself and dress me in this white robe? He had turned my dress into rags last night and now I was in a white, thick robe. The roses all gone and something struck me once more as my finger fumbled with the rope of robe pulling the sleeves down my shoulders to check if he had come back into this room to go further in my unconscious state.
Just like how those older ladies might have described the way they looked and felt after their first, I felt and saw none of those shit. No bruises, I touched myself through my panties, but I found out I had none on, and my eyes widened even though I felt no pain there like how it was described.
I heard a gentle knock on the door, and before I could cover up fully, a lady had walked in, the ring bearer and Callum's sister, and a new surge of anger swirled in me, watching her smile at me. “Brother, as nice taste in women.“ She stared at my boobs that I was in a rush to cover before she winked at me coming close to me with a large box.
“Where is your brother?“ I asked with my voice laced with thick cotton of anger, but she only smirked, dropping the box on the mirror table.
“Dead,” She said calmly, but I could hear the change in her voice and her once-calm aura. “Happy?“ She asked with a raised brow and I could sense hate coming from her. So good in mood swings.
“More than happy.“ What if he was dead? Was it supposed to be my concern? He should just die and let me fucking go, which I would certainly do if he died or not. She smirks before, “Your clothes are in there; get dressed. You will be going to my brother's home, which is now your home in Sicily.“ Her attitude was spiteful, and she made to leave for the room before she paused again. “I knew you hurt brother yesterday; the next time you'd try that shit, I would kill you.” If only she hadn't thrown that death glare, she could go for a fucked up angel with her innocent beauty and demureness. But did she think that would scare me “Then you should get your guns loaded.” I spat even when my body ached as hell.
After she left, two women walked in with trays in a cart, and it reminded me of my life as a married Rapunzel five years ago: “Tell your boss I am not hungry.” The women paused uncovering the meals; even with the sweet scent, I got scared that if I took a bite, I might fucking puke. I wasn't fine, no I shouldn't be at all remembered Klaus's body in a blood pool, and a memory of the box I saw before soon flashed across my mind again and another when Callum had brought out a fucking head from a box five years ago and that was the last straw and I emptied the shit in my system on the sheets before my vision became a blur and I blacked out.
“Would she be able to travel with me?” A somewhat worried voice got into my fuzzy head as I fought for a clear vision.
“She would be fine.” The image of a man in a white coat greeted me. A moan tore from my lips as I tried moving my body, which felt fucking stiff “You are awake?” Another face hovered above me, and I don't know if it was my fuzzy head. I saw Callum with a look of concern etched on his face.
My throat felt patched to talk and I was greeted with a glass of water held before my lips as Callum's strong arms supported my back. Stubborn as hell, I pushed my head to the side, refusing the water, and I felt him tense behind me. “Take it now, Ophelia.”
“Why don't you threaten me with a gun to my throat?” I tried to keep my voice normal as possible, but it came out gritty, hurting my damn throat.
“I spared your sister, that doesn't mean I won't take revenge if you continue to provoke me.” His voice was filled with warning and seriousness. Last night he had threatened to harm Elise, and it felt like a tiny piece of my burden had been lifted off me when he talked like he had done nothing. “Fucking open your mouth before I make you drink another thing instead.” He said close to my ear as his finger grazed the side of my hips, gently creating turmoil in my stomach.
The tip of the glass hit my tongue harshly as Callum forced it down my throat making me take down every gulp with little force that had some slid down the corner of my mouth down to my collar bone. A gasp left my lips when he pulled away. “We could have been on the road of Sicily now if you hadn't ended up being sick.”
“I am glad we are not.” Never in any of my nightmares would I think of leaving my birth country to a fucked up place I don't know of and staying there permanently with a brute who thinks he owns my already fucked up life.
He parted my shoulder with the glass cup in his hand “You would love being mine soon.”
“In your fucked up dreams,” I wish I could take the glass cup from his hand, slam it into the wall and dip the pieces in his head like the apex of a crown, and it hurt me to start thinking like a murderer. “Why did you come back for me? Why did you come back after five years when I was going to be happy?” Those questions I have been wanting to ask since last night burst through my lips as he stood in the doorway about to exit.
“Because I am a possessive and obsessive freak who can't see you with another, you dared to run away and on the verge of getting married to your little sweetheart. I needed something to hurt you just like you had done to me twice, and I did what I saw fit.”