his regrets

chapter-12

sarah's pov,

"What I said before," huh? "You dared to leave me unanswered?" My heart raced as I tried to think of a response. I knew that I needed to tread carefully.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, hoping to placate him. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face.

"Sorry isn't enough," he growled. Panic surged through me as I realised that I was trapped. His grip on the door tightened, and I knew that there was no way out.

"Please!" I begged, my voice shaking. "Let me go." But he just laughed-a cruel sound that made my blood run cold.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. And in that moment, I knew that I was in deep trouble.

"Gawd. It's so suffocating. since the day I married you! "I know I owe a lot of money, but that doesn't give you the right to enslave me or restrict me." I tried to reason with him, but his anger only grew. He paced back and forth, his fists clenching tightly.

"I was with my best friend. I wanted to spend time with her"

I couldn't get any reaction from him. He was just standing there, looking at me in anger. He proceeded to turn back, but out of nowhere, he punched the door. so close to my face. I was in shock, my heart racing as I stumbled backward. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do next. My mind was racing as I tried to make sense of the situation.

What had I done to deserve this? As I looked at him, I could see the anger in his eyes, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn't run away; I rested my whole body on that door. my eyes shading tears again. I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. All I could do was stare up at him, helpless and afraid.

He backed away and stumbled to his bed. He laid on his bed and drifted to sleep. As I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming sadness wash over me.

"Stop breathing heavily. It's disturbing my sleep." I froze at the sound of his voice. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom.

As I splashed water on my face, I tried to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my stomach. I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. But how could I leave? He had made it clear that he wouldn't let me go easily. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tears began to roll down my cheeks. I splashed water on my face again. I'll be better if I take a bath. It might help me with my panic attacks.

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A/N pov,

Sarah just wore a bathrobe. She walked out of the bathroom. To her horror, her husband was sitting on the bed's edge. This time, he had a whole bottle of alcohol in his hand. He drank through the bottle again, his eyes never leaving hers.

She ignored him and went towards her suitcase. She could feel her husband's eyes on her. It was so quiet. She could hear him gulping all that alcohol. before she could unzip her suitcase. She heard some movement. She didn't have time to react.

She froze when, out of nowhere, Ricardo's arms held her from behind. she gasped. She had no idea how he had managed to sneak up on her like that. She could feel his breath on her neck, and it sent shivers down her spine. She tried to wriggle free, but his grip was too strong. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent, to which her body had its own reaction. As she stood there, trapped in his embrace, her mind raced with fear and uncertainty.

"Hai un boun porfumo," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky. She shivered at the sound of it, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and terror. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves through her body that she couldn't resist. As he pulled her closer, she felt herself melting into his arms. She could smell the strong smell of alcohol.

"I apologise, but I don't speak Italian". She said this while trying to get away from his grip. But he held her tighter, inhaling her scent again.

"I want to wear clothes, can you-?" Before she could finish her words, Ricardo lifted her and threw her on the bed. He was drunk, and his eyes were bloodshot. He hovered on top of her. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. As she lay on the bed, she could feel his weight on top of her. She struggled to break free, but he held her down. She could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned next to her. hugging her from behind. He buried his face in her neck again. and closed his eyes. Sarah was trying hard to get away, squirming. but none of the moves could shake him off. She felt trapped and helpless.

"If you don't stop squirming...." he whispered in her ears. "I'll eat you alive." Those words gave her unusual feelings. She didn't know whether to be scared or excited. Her heart was racing.

She is pinned down by a man who seems to want nothing more than to devour her.

She was so confused by his action; at first, he was so merciless to her, but now he was holding her so tightly that she couldn't move. Is this one of his torturing techniques? She couldn't tell.

She spent an hour trying to get out of the grip of this drunk man, but it had no effect. At last, she gave up and drifted to sleep.

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