Chapter 47: Chapter 47
Sierra pov.
I know that leaving my mom wasn't the best option, but what choice do I have? I can't just bear to see her in pain.
As I walked, I felt my heart beating, as if I was about to be swallowed by the ground. I closed my eyes, and the more I walked, the more I felt as if everything was coming to an end.
I felt lost, feeling lonely and lost, and I felt as if I should just run over to the road so a car can run me over.
I placed my hands over my chest, and the more I thought about what was going to happen to me when I reached the castle, the faster my heart beat.
Will I be put back in the basement, or will my life become a living hell, part 2?
I breathed out as I walked slowly, so slow that even a snail could walk faster than me. I looked at the ground, and I could not even see the stones on it because it was now dark.
As I was walking, thinking about my life, I felt as if someone was walking behind me. I stopped, and as I did so, the footsteps stopped as well.
My heart beat even more, casting a shadow of fear upon me, and I regretted why I even left the house.
I started walking again, and the sound of the footsteps started again. I turned, and I saw someone walking behind me, but with their face covered.
I turned back to where I was going, and this time I increased my walking speed. I noticed the person did the same as well.
I could not linger there anymore, and without looking back again, I ran so fast, as if I was being chased by a beast or something.
I wanted to cry out, to yell for help, but who would I call when it was already late? The more I ran, the faster the person ran.
Tears streamed down my face, pain pierced through my being, as I thought about what would happen if the guy caught hold of me. I was losing my balance, unable to run faster, and before I knew it, I fell to the floor, my leg getting stuck with a broken glass that made me scream.
Just as I was about to stand up, the guy grabbed my hands, and as I tried to push him away with my other hand, he held it too and pulled me closer to him.
"Hello, Luna," he said, his voice echoing softly in my ears, as if carried by a gentle breeze. A surge of excitement pulsed through me, quickening the rhythm of my heart.
Yet, as I listened to the stranger's words, an instinctual alarm bell chimed within me. I knew I had to escape from him, immediately. The more I observed his sinister grin fixated upon me, the stronger my resolve became, despite the searing pain throbbing in my leg, like a relentless drumbeat of agony.
Engaging in a physical confrontation with this man seemed futile. Even if I managed to break free, would I be able to elude him a second time? I bowed my head, surrendering to the anguish that welled up inside me, my tears merging with the pain, as if I were the architect of my own torment.
"Please," I pleaded with the stranger, desperation coating my voice. Yet, his response was nothing but a callous chuckle, his relentless advance drawing him nearer and nearer, like a predator stalking its prey.
A mixture of shock and disbelief flickered across my face as he uttered his vile words. "What's wrong, Luna? Aren't you just a slut?" The sheer audacity of his derogatory statement left me momentarily stunned, my gaze rising to meet his unwavering eyes.
How could this stranger label me as such? How could he utter those degrading words? I was not a slut, nor anything remotely resembling one. The weight of heartbreak settled upon me, for even the man I had lost had viewed me through that distorted lens.
My eyes locked onto his, piercing through the confines of his obscured face, fixating on his hands that now trespassed upon my body, slithering toward my bra, an invasion of my personal space. Panic surged within me like a tempest, my heart pounding wildly within my chest.
"What do you think you're doing?" I managed to utter, my voice betraying my shock, as if pleading for an explanation. His response, a chilling whisper, sent shivers coursing through my veins. "Shh, it won't take long," he hissed, pushing me further into a state of frenzy. I struggled to escape his grasp, but my efforts were met with a brutal blow to my face, forcing my gaze upward, my eyes wide with disbelief.
"You'd better cease your resistance, you wretched bitch," he snarled, his words laced with a deadly promise. "If you don't comply, I will end your existence."
With fear emanating from my widened eyes, I obediently fell silent, allowing him to do as he pleased.
As his hands ventured towards my bra, a sudden movement caught his attention, causing him to startle. I turned my gaze in the direction of his distraction and there stood William, his visage contorted with anger.
"How dare you lay a hand on my wife?" he bellowed, his voice filled with fury. In an instant, he struck the intruder's face, sending him tumbling to the floor, revealing his unmasked identity.
I studied the stranger's face, realizing that I had encountered that countenance somewhere before.
Witnessing William draw nearer, relentlessly delivering blows to the incapacitated man, I became paralyzed with fear. It was as though I had stumbled upon a scene from a chilling horror film, observing helplessly as someone was mercilessly beaten, teetering on the edge of life. My heart raced, consumed by powerlessness.
After mercilessly pummeling the man, William shifted his attention to me, his expression causing me to recoil, seeking distance from his intimidating presence.
As I watched him approach, he stood before me, his hands stained with blood, and I couldn't help but fixate on the crimson evidence. I mustered the courage to meet his gaze, and it was then that I noticed the tranquility that had settled in his eyes. Uncertain of the source of my unease, I averted my gaze, closing my eyes momentarily.
"Come, let me escort you home," he uttered, his words infused with the promise of solace. However, deep within, only I knew the truth.
As he scooped me up in his arms, cradling me like a bride, I peered into his eyes, now filled with an unexpected serenity. I lowered my gaze and closed my eyes, an indescribable unease lingering within me.