Chapter 49: Chapter 49

MALAYINA

May 16th 2018

Like a misbehaved child being sent to the naughty corner, I've been assigned to a large expansive room next to Amars' with joining doors that allow him easy access to my room.

'Mikros, you're my wife. Whether you like it or not, you are legally bound to me.' Amar has been kind enough to remind me at least a dozen times since I arrived yesterday.

He glared at me the entire time the doctor stitched him up, snarling every time the needle pierced his skin, and when the doctor asked if he wanted the area numbed, he simply replied. "Ochì, I want my WIFE," he made sure to emphasise the word 'wife'. "to see the pain she had caused her HUSBAND." And, once again, made sure to emphasise the word 'husband.'

The wheels in my head will not stop turning; my entire life has been a lie, and my mother! When I'm thrust back into the past and little snippets from my memory vault begin to piece the puzzle together, tears flow like a broken faucet from my tear ducts.

I examine the two chrome-coloured locks embedded in the solid door; I'm a prisoner, my mother's murderers' prisoner, shit..... My mouth closes with a soft whimper. I married into the family against my will, and there's nothing I can do about it while I'm confined to this room.

I rise from the sumptuous bed, which has been lavishly decorated with expensive materials fit for a Persian princess. I walk up to the door, raise my hand, and begin pounding on it with my closed fists.

"Amar, Amar, you scumbag! Open this door and let me out, you piece of shite!!!" I yell angrily at the top of my lungs, the words bouncing off the walls as they echo in the room.

I take a step back as I hear the two locks turn and click before the door flies open, and 'Mini Hulk' blocks the threshold with his arms crossed, his head held high, casting his gaze down at me, looking at me from the tip of his nose.

"Where is the bastard?" As my nails dig into the palms of my hands, my voice trembles with built-up anguish.

He remains silent, nodding to the door that connects our rooms.

"He's in there?" I scoff and point to the wall. "He's been there all morning, even when I called out to him earlier?"

He nods, reaching for the door handle, and begins to close it.

"Wait!" I beg, approaching him with a scowl on my face.

"Do you think you'll be able to find out how Lisa is doing?" I ask, a little sheepishly, biting the corner of my lower lip.

He exhales and runs his hand over his head and face. "I'll have to ask your husband's pre-"

"Don't!" I shout, cutting him off. "He is not my husband, and if he thinks a scrap of paper will bind us together, you Greek fools need to educate yourselves!" I mutter.

"That's cheap coming from someone who only qualifies in sucking dick." His sneer cuts through the room, and I turn around to see Amar leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded. Looking every bit like a fucking Greek God that makes my panties wet with arousal.

I cross the room, "Fuck you!" I slam into him, shoving his chest as his words pierce my heart. "Your family ruined mine, you stole everything from me!" I shove him again. Tears well up in my eyes, and I quickly blink them away, not wanting him to see how his words affect me.

His fingers wrap like handcuffs around my wrists, preventing me from abusing him further, and he shifts position, slamming my body against the wall. He raises my arms above my head before lowering his head and kissing the crook of my neck.

"We didn't steal everything from you, Mikros." He says with a velvety voice and a seductive accent. "I can take you right here, right now, against this wall, and there's nothing you can do about it, wifey." He uses his knee to forcefully spread my legs apart, and every time I struggle against his grip, excitement courses through my body, and my Inner Goddess begs him to take me.

The creaking of the door informs me that 'Mini Hulk' has left us. "Take me." I challenge him, my nostrils flaring as I breathe heavily. "If it makes you feel superior to me, fuck me." I struggle against him, my eyes narrowing into slits as they lock gaze with his Emerald green ones.

"Be careful what you wish for," He raises his leg planted between mine and applies additional pressure to my clitoral area.

I stifle the soft moan that escapes my lips. "Fucking you would be equivalent to fucking a corpse. You're an emotionless jerk who wields far too much power that is not yours." I pant, feeling my nipples harden under his piercing gaze.

"A fucking corpse!" He says it with clenched teeth and a tone of rage in his voice.

"Like a fucking corpse, Amar!" I sneer in his face, chuckling.

Before I can anticipate what's happening, he spins me around, my front colliding with the wall, and he begins roughly pulling my pants down my hips, exposing my ass. I hear his buckle jingle, the sound of his pants hitting the floor as they puddle around his feet, with one hand firmly forcing me against the wall.

"You'll learn how to respect me, Mikros, even if I have to fuck it into your brain."