A LIAR’S CONFESSION

“SWEETHEART, you cannot run away from me for I own you from to toe, and you accepted me wholeheartedly. You vowed to share everything you have, so as your naked soul and wealth. You shall not defy the rules of marriage because you will face the wrath of the monster you waken.” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his calloused fingers against my jaw, holding me in place, caging me just like a prisoner.

I glared at him as I tried to struggle from his awful grip. His eyes wandered all over my face as he grinned and started licking my cheek. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing my exposed collarbone. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held me in place and pressed his palm against my stomach, making me flinched.

“This stomach will bear my seed, sweetheart. I will plant my seed inside you every night, so I can enjoy my life as your husband.” he whispered again, and captured my lips.

I pushed him away, and moved my face to the side, so I can avoid his disgusting kisses.

His lips landed in my cheek, and he devilishly laughed. He started caressing my cheek as he gently bit my neck. I squeezed my eyes closed. Hoping that he'd leave a mark in my neck, so I can use it to get my freedom from him.

He suddenly chuckled, and kissed my neck. “No one will ever find out the real score between us because I will never leave a trail of any evilness in your skin, sweetheart. You are trapped with me…forever.”

I married him last week, and he started showing his true color. I shouldn't have trusted him. I shouldn't have fell in love with him. He never wanted me; he just wanted my wealth.

“Prepare yourself, sweetheart because you will be trapped with me, for the rest of your life.”

I clenched my jaw and glared at him. “What did I do wrong, Dylan? I never aggrieved anyone, especially you!”

He sarcastically laughed. “Sweetheart, your father made a fool out of my mom. He made her his mistress and abandoned her after.”

I shook my head continuously, “My father will never do that!”

“Beats me, he did.” he licked my cheek and grinned. “And I will do the same to you, sweetheart. There just a little difference, you are my wife, not a mistress, and you will experience hell in my hands.”

I pushed him away from me. “Then what? After that, what will you do?”

I glared at me, wrath is visible in his eyes. He held my chin and moved closer to me. “I will leave you broken and pregnant, just like what your father did.”

I gasped. “P-Pregnant? A-Are we siblings?”

He grinned. “That's for you to find out, sweetheart.”

“You are so disgusting!”

“Yeah. Feel the disgust, Samantha, I just planted my seed inside you. Who's disgusting now?”

I burst in tears as he left me in the bedroom. I cupped my face. Oh, God! There might be a possibility that we're siblings. He's so evil and disgusting!

***

I WAS silently brushing my hair in front of the vanity mirror. My hair is so smooth and shiny. It's so beautiful. My eyes wander around my face. My face is so beautiful, but it's too lifeless and full of misery. A misery that only I can see. I am hoping that someone will see my pain and get me out of the life I condemn for the first time.

I flinched when the bathroom door opened, Dylan came out and his eyes bore to me. He immediately smiled. A smile that hides the evil.

He approached me and stood beside me. He started caressing my shoulder and kissing my neck.

I squeezed my eyes closed, not wanting to meet his gaze.

I gasped when he made me face him. He pulled me up and captured my lips.

His kisses are carnal, and it makes me wanna puke. I wanted to push him away. I wanted to escape, but I can't. He's hiding my brother, my poor ill brother.

I muffled my cries as he slowly undresses me. He carried me to the bed while kissing my neck. His touch is making me flinch. I don't want this. I don't like him. I loved him, but he lured me, and I am so stupid to believe him.

“Hmm… f*ck! Sweetheart, you are so delicious!”

I moved my head to the sight and cried underneath him. I am in hell as he started reaching the peak of heaven.

I bit my lower lip as he continued feeding his lusts with my body. I cried even more as I tried to push him away.

“Get off me!”

“Shut up, b*tch!” he gripped my neck with his fingers. I want him to just choke me to death, but he's not doing it.

“Argh!” he growled and stopped moving.

Terrified, I tried to push him away, but it's already late. He already came inside me.

“Oh yeah!” he laughed and kissed my lips.

He pulled himself out. I was about to grab the blanket to cover myself, but he stopped me. He was looking at my core.

“Oh, d*mn, sweetheart, my seeds are dripping out. Let's add another load.”

“NO!” I screamed and tried to run away, but he firmly held me and flipped me on my stomach. He pulled my hips and penetrated me again as I cried against the pillow.

Oh, God, just take me, please!

TO BE CONTINUED…