CHAPTER 64
Amara was prepared to get hit by the car. But what surprised her when the car stopped just an inch away from her. And at the next second, she heard the door opening with a loud slam and thudding footsteps.
She swallowed and put the kitten down, and said while looking up. “I am so sorry, the cat…”
Her words died in her mouth. Eyes widened on reflex and a gasp left her mouth when her eyes collided with his fierce-grey gaze. Amara didn’t know what to name this feeling.
Before she could even take a step, his hand closed around her arm in a painful grip, his fingers digging into her flesh as he seethed with anger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was low and dangerous, his eyes blazing with fury.
Amara's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find her voice, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go—fate couldn't possibly be playing this cruel game with her.
She should have taken a different route.
When she didn't respond, he leaned in closer, his grip tightening painfully around her hair as he yanked her head back.
The sudden motion sent sharp pain shooting through her scalp, and tears welled up in her eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Amara?
" His voice was demanding, each word laced with anger and suspicion.
Amara's heart pounded in her chest, fear coursing through her veins as she struggled to form a coherent response.
She could feel the tension in the air thickening, knowing that she had to choose her words carefully if she wanted to escape this situation unscathed.
She tried to push him away but his body was unmoving.
Kaelith no longer felt like a mere human; he felt like a beast unleashed from its cage, his rage consuming him from within.
It surged through him like a tidal wave, overwhelming his senses and clouding his judgment.
He was startled to see her standing there in the middle of the road, a surge of panic gripping him at the sight. What if something had happened to her?
His mind raced with a flurry of emotions—anger, fear, concern—as he struggled to make sense of the situation. The thought of her being in danger sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a primal instinct to protect her at all costs.
Amara caught him off guard, wrenching herself free from his grasp and making a desperate attempt to flee.
But Kaelith was quick to react, his movements fluid as he swiftly closed the distance between them.
His arms encircled her torso, lifting her effortlessly off the ground as she struggled against him.
"Oh, no, no, no," he growled, his voice dripping with frustration. "You don't get to run."
"No! Let me go!" Amara's voice was laced with desperation, her heart pounding in her chest as she fought against his hold. But Kaelith remained resolute, his grip unyielding as he carried her towards the waiting car.
Throwing her into the back seat, Kaelith swiftly child-locked the car doors before taking his place in the driver's seat.
Amara watched in horror as he loosened his tie with a swift motion, the fabric hanging loosely around his neck.
He slammed his fist against the hood of the car, a guttural growl escaping his lips.
The sound reverberated through the air, sending shivers down Amara's spine as she recoiled in fear.
She had never seen him like this before— his usually composed demeanor replaced by a volatile rage that seemed to consume him entirely.
The intensity of his anger was palpable, filling the confined space of the car with an oppressive tension that left her feeling trapped and helpless.
"Kaelith, please!" Amara's voice cracked with desperation, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pleaded with him. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as he accelerated the car to high speed, the rush of wind whipping through the open windows.
As they raced towards the mansion, Amara's mind raced with a jumble of thoughts and emotions. She couldn't believe she had gotten herself into this mess. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but marvel at how quickly they reached their destination—it hardly took ten minutes to arrive.
As the gates of the mansion loomed into view, Amara's stomach churned with anticipation and dread. She clasped her hands together, her heart in her throat as she silently prayed for a miracle, hoping against hope that somehow, she would find a way out of this terrifying torment.
But her prays were unheard. Kaelith opened the door and then reached for hers. His eyes burring charcoal as he glared at her and grabbed her by the arm, and jerked her out.
She stumbled as the guards around watched with confusion.
“Kaelith!”
Amara cried out as Kaelith roughly lifted her, slinging her over his shoulder with a force that knocked the bag from her grasp, sending it tumbling to the ground with a heavy thud.
She pounded her fists against his back, her efforts feeble against his solid frame as he carried her effortlessly into the mansion.
Each step he took felt like a hammer blow to her already battered spirit, the weight of her helplessness crushing down on her with every passing moment.
Despite her desperate struggles, Kaelith remained unfazed, his pace steady and gritty as he carried her up the stairs.
His body taut and stiffen. She knew she was going to be punished.
When Kaelith flung open the door to his room, Amara was already in full-blown tears, her cries echoing. With each step he took towards the bed, her panic skyrocketed, her body trembling uncontrollably as she braced for what was to come.
As he roughly tossed her onto the bed, she felt herself bounce on the mattress, the impact jolting through her. A million thoughts raced through her mind, each one more terrifying than the last. What was she supposed to say now? Would saying sorry even matter?
She watched in horror as he withdrew his gun and pointed at her.
"You... you're not going to hurt me, right?
" Her voice was barely a whisper, choked with fear and uncertainty.
Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to break free, as the reality of her vulnerability sank in.
Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she stared up at him, silently pleading for mercy.
"I've said it a thousand times — I'll never hurt you," Kaelith responded, his voice tinged with impatience and simmering anger. The tip of his gun traced a chilling path down her neck, stopping at the neckline of her bodice, hovering over the delicate curves of her chest. "Take it off."
Amara struggled to control her tears, her lips trembling as another tear slid down her cheek. The weight of his command hung heavy in the air, suffocating her with its cruelty.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "I just... I'm sorry." Her words hung in the tense silence, her heart pounding with fear as she awaited his next move.
Kaelith cocked a brow, his expression clearly unamused by her pleas. Pressing the gun hard against her skin, he gritted out.
"Take. It. off."
Amara's heart sank as she realized there was no negotiating with him.
With a trembling nod, she sniffed back her tears and gulped, her fingers shaking as she hooked them into the straps of her dress.
Slowly, she began to pull them down, her breath hitching in her throat with each inch of fabric revealed.
Tears stung her eyes as she bared herself, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. She was only halfway through when Kaelith's impatience got the better of him. With a frustrated growl, he impatiently fisted the bodice and with a single, forceful tug, tore it off her.
A gasp escaped Amara's lips as the fabric ripped away, leaving her trembling and exposed. More tears followed suit, cascading down her cheeks as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of his relentless aggression.
“You said I was using you, right? Then why are you crying? You should be familiar with this if I treat you like this, shouldn’t you?”
“I- I didn’t mean that-!” She quickly sprint up and stood adamantly in front of him.
“You don’t mean anything to me,” he spoke dangerously, the tips of his fingers curling in her hairs as he jerked her neck back. “A mere toy that I’ll use whenever I want,” a breathless whimper escaping her lips.
“Leave me- “
“Or what?” His lips stretched into a wide grin.
"Tear me with your tiny hands?" Kaelith backed her into the wall, his presence looming over her as he leaned in closer, his piercing grey eyes locking onto hers. "Remember, Amara, you exist solely for my pleasure."
Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her hair harder, sending a sharp jolt of pain coursing through her flesh.
She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder, his sandalwood scent enveloping her senses.
With each passing breath, her heart raced faster, her body betraying her fear and apprehension.
"Kaelith—" she began, but he silenced her with the tip of his finger.
"Shh..."
"And for your punishment," he continued, his voice low and authoritative, "I want you to bend over the wall and take off your underwear."
Her protest rose in her throat, “You’re forcing me.”
He cut her off with a sharp scoff. "You forced my hand," he reminded her, his grip tightening on her waist. "I was patient with you, but this is what you do? I told you, you cannot leave me."
Defiance flashing in her eyes.
"You cannot keep me here against my will," she tried to push him, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.