Chapter 90 Curse!
|| Author POV ||
Rosa’s eyelids fluttered weakly. The throb in her palm echoed deep within her chest.
Slowly, fragments of the past hours pieced themselves together, the sharp pain, the desperate escape attempt, the harsh reality and the sting of betrayal.
The warm afternoon light spilled softly into the room, casting long shadows across the walls. Rosa lifted her injured hand hesitantly, fingers trembling as they hovered just above her face.
Her palm was bandaged, only her fingers were free.
He treated it.
A sharp sting shot through her when she tried to curl her fingers into a fist and gasped softly, biting her lip to hold back tears.
Why had her life twisted into this dark, suffocating nightmare? Why was she trapped, not just in this mansion but inside a cage made of pain, fear, and broken promises?
Broken promises?
Rosa’s thoughts spun wildly. Her fragile mind struggled to grasp the cruel new reality she was forced to endure.
Rosa sat up weakly, her bandaged hand cradled carefully to her chest. She hadn’t eaten properly in days, barely slept and hadn’t stepped outside.
The duvet slipped down from her, pooling at her waist and her eyes widened the moment they landed on the oversized black t-shirt draped over her fragile frame. It swallowed her completely, the sleeves nearly falling past her wrist.
It was his t-shirt. Very big.
Panic rose and Rosa kicked the duvet off and hurriedly tugged the shirt upward. Heart racing in dread. Her eyes darted downward and she exhaled shakily, relief washing over her. Her pant were still there, untouched.
Her chest heaved as she realized, he must’ve changed her top, maybe because it had been soaked in blood.
Her heartbeat raced. There was nothing to be shocked about. He had seen her everything long ago. She had nothing to hide. They had made love—
No, they had sex!
It was nothing. To him! But it was everything to her. She was already an adult but that didn’t mean she was ready. She wasn’t mature enough for this. She made a foolish mistake? Just like a naive teen?
Rosa stared at her palm.
Did she regret it?
Did she regret giving her dignity to a criminal, a liar and a monster?
Did she regret loving him?
No?
She loved him! She trusted him! That’s why she let him ruin her innocence.
The answer sat heavy in her throat. And Rosa couldn’t breathe.
She loved a monster!
“I still... do.” she stammered. Tears welled up and dripped onto her lap.
Her body jolted the moment the door clicked open. Killian walked in, carrying a tray. Rosa froze.
How did he know she was awake?
She inched back, eyes downcast, not daring to look at him. But Killian settled beside her and extended his arm slowly. His usual dark aura seemed to swallow the room whole.
“Come here.”
Rosa hesitated, shaking her head softly. She didn’t want to eat. His gaze darkened even.
“Refuse me again, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Rosa shook her head again, clutching the duvet tighter as if it could shield her from him.
“I said, COME HERE!” Killian’s voice thundered.
Startled, Rosa’s eyes widened as his dominance slammed into her like a tidal wave. She froze, the fight draining from her body. She doesn’t want to anger him. Her lavender orbs barely met his.
Killian closed his eyes then opened again with calmness. “Come here. I won’t hurt you.”
Rosa wanted to refuse again but what if—what if he gets pissed by her?
Slowly, she lowered the blanket and moved toward him. Killian’s dark gaze bore into her soul.
He knew she was afraid of him. She always had been.
Killian’s eyes darkened as they fell on her fragile frame, swathed in his oversized shirt. She looked painfully perfect. Dangerously adorable in that big t-shirt swallowing her whole.
A weird satisfaction filled his chest seeing her in his cloth for the very first time.
Careful not to hurt her injured hand, Killian wrapped his fingers around her wrist with unexpected gentleness. Rosa gasped softly, surrendering before he lifted her onto his lap.
“Aren’t you too weak to run away? Hmm?”
His strong arms circled her body, holding her close with an iron grip. His cold sinister gaze eye-fucked her bare legs. Smooth, delicate and tempting legs.
They begged him to sweep them over his shoulder and devour her without mercy.
Killian didn’t blame his twisted desires. It wasn’t just his hormones, she was just too ethereal, too hauntingly fragile. Her presence pulled at something dark inside him, yet he’d been holding back for what felt like an eternity.
“You haven’t been eating properly. Do you want to be punished for that?” he muttered casually like nothing happened.
Rosa’s eyes stayed glued to the floor, heavy with emotion. The past of what he’d done, who he was or what his father did, none of it would fade.
Killian set the tray down on her small lap. Rosa turned her head to the side with tears brimming in her doe eyes, silently indicating she didn’t want it.
“Eat quietly if you don’t want to be punished.” he whispered huskily.
His arm tightened like iron around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “I’m not in the mood for disobedience.”
Rosa’s eyes fell on the tray filled with neatly prepared fruits and light food. Her stomach twisted. The air around her felt heavy. Her right hand was useless, wrapped in tight bandages and her left trembled. She didn’t want to eat but fear kept her frozen.
Rosa helplessly picked up a raw strawberry, clutching it with both trembling hands. Slowly, she brought it to her lips and bit into it. It was too big but she forced herself to chew.
Suddenly, a wet lick traced her neck.
Rosa jolted in pure panic, gasping while the half-eaten strawberry slipped from her hand and hit the floor.
A sob escaped her lips and she curled in his lap, shaking.
Killian dangerously inhaled the scent of her skin, sending a chilling fear through her fragile body.
Rosa’s left hand fisted the fabric of the oversized t-shirt, his t-shirt that she was wearing.
Killian opened his mouth and sank into her skin with a sharp bite.
Rosa’s chest tightened with pain. She tried to move, to pull away but there was no escape. Another broken sob tore from her lips as he sucked on her neck, marking her with cruel intent.
A painful hiccup escaped her throat.
His touches terrified her, so much it made her entire body tremble even more.
She hated the way her heart pounded in fear. Her eyes burned, ready to spill tears but before they could fall, Killian’s phone rang. He stopped.
“Be obedient. I’m warning you.” he whispered darkly, pressing a few grapes into her trembling left hand.
Rosa, desperate to distract herself, quickly shoved them into her mouth. Her hands shook as she chewed, trying to hold back the fear choking her.
She felt like nothing more than his possession, a doll lifeless in his grip.
His pretty doll.
Her ears caught the smooth cadence of him speaking French. Her heart sank. That voice, that language, it dragged her back to that day.
The day she’d innocently asked, ‘What language is that?’ and then he lied about his business. His lie now echoed painfully in her memory.
Business didn’t involve blood. It didn’t involve hiding bodies or locking her away.
He was a killer. A liar.
Tears clouded her vision as his voice faded and the call ended.
“Wh-why did you do this?” her small voice trembled, a single tear falling onto the fabric. “Wh-why?”
How foolish of her, asking a devil who didn’t even care about her tears.
“Y-you lied.” she hiccuped, “You’re n-not my professor.. You broke...promises.”
Suddenly, a sharp ache pierced her chest at the mention of promise. Tears poured from her eyes all at once. Her body folded forward and she broke down, sobbing helplessly.
Killian had no excuses to deny any of her words. They were the truth and he knew it. His jaw clenched hard and her next broken plea stabbed at his composure.
“I want to leave. I-I can’t– I can’t stay with you. I d-don’t want t-to..please–” she sobbed.
“You will!” he snapped.
Rosa flinched, “Please.” she cried, terrified that he’d explode, do something cruel just if he wants to.
“I... I have nothing, p-please—”
Before she could finish, Killian turned her with one swift motion. Her heart froze.
In the blink of an eye, her back hit the bed as she landed on the bed. Rosa gasped, tears streaking her cheeks while she stared up into those cold eyes that hovered just inches above her.
The sunlight defined his sharp features and deep blue eyes.
Her hand barely reached her cheek to wipe her tears before Killian grabbed it midair. His fingers dug into her delicate wrist.
“YOU. HAVE. EVERY. FUCKING. THING. I. NEED!” Killian snarled, “YOU. ARE. EVERYTHING. I. FUCKING. NEED!” he roared with unhinged desperation.
His wild merciless eyes locked on hers, “You think you have nothing? You’re mine! Everything I want! I need you to fucking breathe! I need you to exist for me!”
Killian growled dangerously, glaring into those innocent eyes. “You belong to me, your pain, your tears, your body, it’s all fucking mine!”
His eyes burned with obsession.
Rosa felt her soul leave her body.
She couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t bear the darkness swirling in them. Her head turned to the side, tears slipping down her cheeks in silence.
If only things were different, If only he weren’t who he was–if only the truth didn’t hurt so much, she would’ve hugged him, kissed him and shown him just how deeply she loved him. How happy those words might have made her once.
But now?
“Let me go.” Rosalie whispered.
Killian’s hand found her left hand, possessively locking his large fingers around her tiny ones.
His other hand slipped down. Rosa panicked the moment he started lifting the t-shirt. She instantly shook her head, turning her face away just as his fingers brushed her trembling stomach.
His burning gaze met hers “I’m saying this one last time–” he hissed, pressing the soft flesh of her waist “I don’t let go of what’s mine!”
In one motion, he pulled the t-shirt up, pooling it just beneath her chest, exposing her bare waist.
Rosa’s stomach trembled in fear, a strange, suffocating sensation swirling in her chest. Her injured hand shakily reached down, trying to pull the t-shirt back down but Killian leaned in instead.
He was starving for her. He didn’t even know how he was managing to hold back. His lips found her skin and she flinched.
“N-no. I want to leave–” her tiny mewl reached his ears.
Killian let go of her hand, only to grip her waist tighter, locking her in place.
Rosa winced in pain the moment her injured hand tried to fist just as his mouth dipped lower onto her trembling tummy. Her legs shifted uneasily.
Killian’s hand slid to the waistband of her white shorts, fingers hovering at the edge. Just ready to rip it off, see her beautiful princess part and devour her insides.
But something stopped him.
Instead, he gripped her waist tightly and let his mouth claim her soft skin with harsh possessive sucks. Her helpless cries reached his ears.
She loved it once. Now, she only feared it.
“I don’t. I-i don’t want it.” Rosa sobbed, feebly pushing at his shirt, trying to cover herself.
She tried to push him away but she couldn’t even reach him properly. His hold was too strong. Her body arched against her will as Killian’s mouth attacked her skin, sucking harder, leaving deep red marks one after another. His tongue dragged over the bruises, forcing blood to the surface.
“Stop. Leave me. Don’t—” she gasped “Don’t touch m-me with those bad hands.” she whimpered.
Killian’s fingers curled around the edge of the t-shirt to rip it away–
Rosa’s hands grasped his big fist. Her tearful eyes silently begged.
Killian’s lips pressed firmly against her quivering stomach, breathing in her scent. The softness of her skin was tormenting him.
His body tensed, he could feel himself harden painfully.
“Hng!” low growl rumbled in his chest before he let go of the fabric, forcing himself to stop–just barely holding the beast back.
“I want to leave.” Rosa pleaded lowly.
Killian didn’t respond with words. Instead, he moved away and pulled the duvet up over her body, tucking her in with an eerie calm.
“P-please.” one final plea from her shattered heart.
“Don’t ever speak such nonsense again! Sleep.”
Rosa closed her eyes in silent defeat. Her chest tightened painfully and she heard his footsteps retreat.
The door clicked shut. A locking sound followed, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
He lock her again.
Rosa turned her back to it, curling herself into the smallest form possible, cradling her injured hand close to her chest. Her tears soaked the pillow beneath her.
And in that moment, another cruel truth sank in, he won’t let her go.
Not until he was done and grew tired of her.
Maybe she wasn’t a person to him. Just something to possess. Something he could use, control and break.
Just another pretty thing for a devil to own.
Rosa doesn’t even know what he wants from her. Just body? Because he didn’t want her heart or her pathetic love.
Maybe her days would pass like this, crying, caged, and worthless. Just as pathetic as she’d always been.
A tool for men.
A doll to be used. A pitiful girl living under the mercy of a monster.
Turns out–beauty is a curse for her.
She always thought love would be soft, something that healed. But her beauty attracted only cruelty, obsession and darkness.
It wasn’t love that found her. It was hunger. Possession. A devil’s cage.
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|| 2 DAYS LATER ||
A middle-aged man in his mid 30s stepped inside the lavish villa. Two guards followed close behind. His sharp gaze scanned the hall until it landed on the man seated calmly.
“Well, well, My dear friend is still alive I see.” he muttered with a sly grin.
The man in the hall looked up at the sound of the voice. “Didn’t think you’d show your face in my place, Marcus.” he greeted, raising an eyebrow.
Marcus smirked and dropped into the seat across from him. “You know I wouldn’t show up without a reason.”
“Why’d you come here?” The man lifted his gaze.
Marcus smirked, stretching his arms along the back of the couch with casual arrogance. “First, tell me what should I call you now?”
He paused, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Professor Kang Rowan or Cedric Thorne?”