(Freya's POV).
"Devan, open the door!"
"Dev!"
"Please open the door!"
I kept shouting while banging on the bathroom door, hoping Devan would come back and open the door for me. But there was no sound other than the dripping of water from the bathroom.
My body was wet and I was cold. Trembling with fear and the piercing cold. I shivered while hugging my own body. I was wracked with horror at the thought of myself ending up sleeping in the bathroom.
"There's no way Devan did that, right?" I smiled sadly.
I grabbed the bathrobe that was in the bathroom. I put it on to wrap my body to make it feel warmer. Sitting on the edge of the wall, so limp and helpless. I sobbed again.
This feels unreal to me. This is already the second time Devan has been rude to me which is rude. Before he just shook me, locked me in the room, or said harsh words. But now he had completely changed.
I curled up while dropping my head on my arms. Resigned by the circumstances. I closed my eyes, with tears streaming down my face.
I couldn't sleep all night. And time seemed longer than usual. I don't know how long I was there but, suddenly I heard someone opening the door. I immediately looked at the door with widened eyes.
"Dev!"
I yelled for him, but it was Elliot who appeared.
"Elliot," I whispered.
"Oh my, Miss Freya. Are you okay?" She immediately knelt beside me. Rubbing my body, making sure that I was okay. Her face paled when she saw me in my limp state, wrapped in my sleeping robe and shivering.
"Elliot, my head is spinning."
"Come on, let me help you change your clothes," she said. She tried to help me up, but I swayed toward her.
Sitting in a curled-up position for so long made my legs feel so stiff that I couldn't move them. My body seemed to have no energy and I held on tightly with both of Elliot's hands holding me firmly.
Elliot helps me change my clothes. Making sure I was warm with the sweater I was wearing and the warm drink he had prepared.
"Where's Devan?" I asked, then.
After he locked me in the bathroom last night. Did he have no heart and just leave me like that?
"Oh, Mr. Harrison is still in his room. He told me to help you."
"Why not just let me die."
"You want to die?" I gasped. I saw Devan appear from the direction of the door.
Elliot who was originally sitting beside me immediately rushed to her feet. Leaving the room without saying anything else.
I gripped the glass I was holding with both trembling hands. My eyes glared at him who was walking closer to me. Standing haughtily and indifferently while watching me.
"How does it feel to sleep in the bathroom?"
"You crazy bastard."
Devan gave a small chuckle. I stared at him in horror. He looked so horrible with his psycho-like demeanor.
"Relax. It's not even nothing yet."
"I'm not going to keep quiet. Do you think I'll continue to accept your rude attitude towards me?"
"Then what are you going to do?" He looked at me with a challenging gaze. "Tell my family? Run away?"
"Whatever it takes to get me away from you. Even divorce," I tried to cover my trembling voice, but saw the way Devan was staring at me intently. I felt an overwhelming fear. That this wasn't going to end well.
"Just try. Do whatever you can to escape from me. Because you'll never be able to do it," he hissed.
"You're too confident, Dev. I don't love you anymore. I hate you."
He smiled and grinned.
"Are you sure?" He approached me. I reflexively stood up with my body shaking. "What are you saying? Don't love me anymore?"
"Dev ... what are you...." I stammered as he pushed my body against the small table beside the bed. The glass I was holding was snatched away by him. Throwing it to the floor caused a shattering sound that made me gasp in surprise.
"I know you love me like crazy. That's why you've stuck with me all this time. I was right, wasn't I?" he smiled mockingly.
My chest felt tight. It hurts when my love is toyed with like this.
"You're wrong. I no longer love you," I emphasized. I stared at him without blinking. "I HATE YOU, DEV. Now get the hell away from me because I don't want to be touched by an asshole like you." I pushed his body, quickly moving away.
But Devan pulled me into his arms tightly. He dropped me on the bed and pinned me down.
"Dev!" I screamed in rebellion as both my hands were firmly gripped above my head. My body couldn't move with him on top of me. "You've gone insane! Let go of me!" I kept trying to break free. I instantly got goosebumps as he grinned.
"Are you sure you don't like me touching you?"
"W-What?" I widened my eyes. "No! DEV! NO!"
I gasped in shock as Devan's right hand slipped inside my sweater. Squeezing my breasts so roughly. His mouth was already crushing my lips. Making me unable to breathe. I could only close my eyes in disgust and fear.
"Ah," I groaned involuntarily. Frozen in the overwhelming shame I felt and I saw him smiling with satisfaction. A mocking smile that made my pride feel like it was being trampled on.
"You say you don't like me touching you, but you groan? Your breasts stiffen even just from my touch. You are a little slut, Fey." He grinned.
Letting me go just like that. Standing with a condescending look that made my whole body tremble violently. I immediately sat up feeling ashamed. Ashamed of my great love for him and my foolishness for still loving him.
Even as he degraded me, treating me like a whore. I still loved him.
Why?
Why are you so stupid and naive, Fey?
"You just cheap bitch." He glared at me and then left.
I squeezed my sore chest. This feeling of being crushed made me unable to help it.