Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Sansa's Pov

When I fainted, Xavier took advantage of the situation and got what he wanted from me; by hurting me, he gained energy, felt good, and was proud.

He broke me so badly that I was ruined. I clenched my fist, and my teary eyes welled up.

"Did I offend you in any way?" When he stood in front of me in a flash while wearing his T-shirt, he asked with a grin on his face.

"How could you?" I yelled angrily while clutching his collar.

"You're craving my touch by now, aren't you?" He shamelessly teased me while slowly removing my hands from his collar.

I reached out to slap him, but he blocked it. "I guess you haven't had enough of me," he chuckled.

When he was holding my hand tight and refusing to let go, I was struggling to pull it away from his grip.

"Let me go!" I yelled angrily.

"Not any longer," he admitted shamelessly. "I don't think I'd do that,"

I was pushing him away from me. I was feeling helpless in the face of what he wanted me to feel. He was taking control of the entire situation.

"I said let me go!" I yelled.

"Ssshhh... You do not need to notify other parties to enjoy our entertainment; otherwise, they will witness more than that, our private sweet time that you do not want them to see." He threatened me as I felt his breath on my brow.

The more I struggled, the more he demonstrated his strength by refusing to let me go. He had fun touching my skin.

My attention was drawn to the lamp on the king-size bed's side table. I grabbed the lamp and threw it at him, but he blocked it with his other hand like he was catching a ball.

"Don't you like how I have decorated our room? Do you want me to change the decor?" He was composed.

"I would never forgive you; you will lose everything you love, everything you are proud of; I promise, I will ruin you," I dared to say, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You're such a stoic; let's see what can break you and keep you right to act by your role," Xavier snatched the lamp from my grasp and placed it on the bedside table.

I was crying silently when he didn't care but was proud to ruin my life; he wanted revenge on me, and he got it. That was just the start.

I'd never measured my hatred before, but that was more than anything else in the world; I'd die to ruin Xavier. I vowed to make him suffer and enjoy himself like he was doing with me right now.

"If you want to build a wall between us, stop running, stay back, accept your fate, and live as I command, or else this will happen regularly," he said as he stood behind me.

I knew my life was cruel enough to catch up with me, no matter how hard I tried to flee. I couldn't do anything because he was right there.

"Never say I don't give you a choice," Xavier said calmly before slamming the door and leaving the room.

I dashed over to the door and locked it from the inside while standing against it, but I still didn't feel safe; the shelter I was in was no better than a street with thousands of people passing by.

When my weak legs gave out, I slid down, still shocked and openly crying.

I hated myself for not protecting myself from Xavier, and I hated my body, which he touched all night long while I was unaware of where and how he enjoyed every corner of my body.

I preferred living on the street to pretending to be Xavier's wife in the mansion, and now he was treating me like a whore and wanted to make me his pleasure.

I cried in the room for hours when no one came in. I was alone, just as I used to be when everyone was busy with their lives.

My body was malfunctioning when I decided to look for the white coat and pistol. I was too weak to move my body and didn't realize it until I passed out again.

I only saw darkness for a split second before opening my eyes, still restless and in pain in my body.

I jumped in terror when I noticed Xavier sitting on the side of the bed, silently watching over me.

I abruptly moved away from him, breathing heavily. I feared being touched by him again; the trauma was intensifying by the second.

"How do you feel?" The sound of Amara's voice reached my ears.

My attention was drawn to Amara, who was sitting on the chair next to the bed. I was still unsure whether I was dreaming or living in the present moment.

"What happened?" In disbelief, I inquired.

Xavier draped the blanket over me. "You're not taking care of your health, which makes me concerned," Xavier said nicely as he acted nice in front of Amara.

Being around him gave me the creeps; he was no longer the person with whom I didn't feel threatened.

"I was waiting for you to wake up, so I brought you food," Amara explained.

When I decided to go on a hunger strike, I stated, "I am not hungry."

"You haven't eaten in a long time, and I'm not leaving until you do." Amara never failed to convince

"Where are you going?" I asked Amara as she stood up. When my voice began to shake, I asked with a dry mouth.

"I'm going to get you some food," Amara explained.

"You're not going anywhere." I refused to let go of her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere; the food is already here," Amara explained.

My gaze shifted to the table near the door, where food was already served on a plate but was covered. I let go of her hand after realizing

Amara walked away to get the food while I was not even looking at Xavier, who was sitting next to me.

When he leaned closer to my ear and whispered "Behave," my hair moved slightly as I jumped in fear.

I pushed myself away from him and was about to get off the bed when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to where I had been sitting.

As Amara turned, Xavier began to romantically touch my face before moving my entangled hair away from my face and saying. "Look at your face, how weak you've become."

I had to drink the poison I drank while accompanying Xavier to save Logan. I had already lost myself when I first arrived here, so why was I in mourning after being robbed by him?

I should have braced myself for any unusual or brutal situations since the day I took Xavier's hand in mine.

Amara arrived with two plates one plate extended to me and the other plate to Xavier.

"I told you I wasn't hungry," I said again as I did not attempt to take the plate from her.

Xavier took the plate, saying, "She wouldn't eat if I didn't feed her." When I only knew his true face, he smiled at me like a good husband in front of Amara.

When I didn't respond, Xavier extended a spoon of thick liquid to me. Amara put the other plate on the side table.

"How long do you want me to be your shadow? Who will look after me if you don't look after yourself?" Amara adored our relationship, so Xavier said nicely.

I was still not eating while giving him a sharp look, but Xavier insisted on extending the spoon and forcing me to eat.

Everyone was unaware that Xavier and I were engaged in a silent battle.

"If you don't eat, you won't be able to face the monsters with the same bravery you did." Xavier looked into my eyes as I made strong eye contact with him.

Even his voice was triggering me now, and I had no choice but to turn my heart into stone to eat from the enemy's hand, as I always did. When I went insane, I lost my ability to fight back.

Xavier extended a spoon to me, and I ate the thick liquid. When my bitter mouth failed to detect the taste, I couldn't tell what I was eating.

"Lady Sansa, please get well soon. I admire how you fought the creatures and saved us, Thank you" Amara said.

"As a result, I was punished." When I made the effort to speak, my voice broke.

"We can't do anything of our own volition, but only by the law. However, I admire your bravery," Amara spoke softly.

I was laughing on the inside. The law was made to be followed, not to protect them. I wondered how they could still be unaware that some of them were suffering as a result of their proudly held beliefs.