You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 455

He had already come back to our side after bringing the bucket and dress to us and we had remained with our head down while listening to him, meeting his gaze as he said these last few things that shook Marianne and I... because... maybe... maybe the duke...

"I think he was suspicious of us." — He added... making my whole self freeze.

"He would become difficult whenever I mentioned you... He may have learned that we wanted to be together."

’..... No... he..... he can’t...’

"Here... I’ll come back in a moment. Change quickly." — As sudden as everything he did was, Paul’s tone changed into a cold one. Ordering us briefly as he stood from the bed. Seemingly upset at our little reaction.

The moment he left, I stood up fast, still confused at what he had said but taking the dress quickly and although feeling faint, I decided not to care about the water there to clean myself since I could sense how he was planning on coming in sooner than expected and I wasn’t about to give him a glance of our body to destabilize his reason further.

’Quick. Quickly!’ — Fast, as much as we could in our dizziness, we took off the dress as well as we could, having some trouble with the discreet corset that was included in the dress itself yet making it right in time... since he did enter when not enough time had passed.

"... You’re done?"

’hf... Luckily!’ — Pulling over my shoulder the sleeve so it would be properly placed. I felt our heart race since we hurried knowing this would happen... although I believe Marianne would have probably fallen for it if not for my dirty mind.

Indifferent to how he intruded without even knocking this time he walked back inside. Checking us up and down, to lastly take the end of the loose belt this dress in place of a corset had. Moving to tie it up on his own accord and give our change a comment. — "I’ll get prettier dresses for you soon. I have seen some I want you to wear..."

"....."

"... Are you hungry?"

"..."

"I asked that girl to bring us something. We will eat together... Not with that girl of course. I only want to be with you after all." — As if answering himself a conversation that never existed Paul who had taken my hand, touched it a lot... until I understood why that was. — "You didn’t use the water at all, did you."

’... f*ck...’

"Why? Are you not happy with this?... Why are you acting like this? I brought you this to clean yourself not to only to change." — With anger in his voice, I learned he was truly paying attention to the smallest things so an excuse existed for him to reproach me.

He was volatile to every little thing... probably like he has always been, although Paul now was able to do as he liked without any restraint.

And as I had feared about the bucket... we almost died drowned in it... If not because in the little speck of force we had to grab the hand holding us by the hair... he might have killed us in the whim he had to make us understand we should appreciate what he did for us.

My ankle hurt already by how we fought and pulled after being dragged... and almost while fainting, I remember how the air was absorbed wildly by us as he pulled us out, hugging us and saying how now that we were wet we should change again...

"You might get sick if you stay like this... Ah, don’t cry. It’s alright... I’ll get you another dress..." — Although he said that, his face wouldn’t leave my neck. It was as if my reality was too different to that one he saw... and Paul would become affectionate without forgetting to make it hurt. Squeezing us and making it so we would do as he wanted. Grabbing our arms that trembled so they would surround him... although we didn’t have much strength to even pretend.

"You’re always warm, Marianne... I love how dearly you always welcome me..."

’... and yet I feel like ice... hf... d*mn it... haa... I think... I think we’ll faint...’ 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

That was the beginning of many random beatings and little games he was used to play to torture us... Although the food he was feeding me as if my hands didn’t need the job wanted to be puked at how bad we felt our stomach twist by his presence, we forced ourselves to eat every meal... knowing that we wouldn’t last if we disobeyed him...

"Oh, My Marianne... my dear sister... is it not wonderful to be together?"

Many times... although I wanted to escape this place alive... Both of us felt like dying whenever he came closer to dangerously graze us... no matter the place he threatened... and whatever was keeping him from-... from touching us like he shouldn’t... we thanked whatever crazy idea was at fault although we wanted to die every time.

After the second night we spent here went by, this psycho was slowly trying to make it so that at some point he would spend the night by our side. Many thoughts crossed our head during the time he had us at his disposal, memories of Marianne as well as mine... where both saw this nightmare like something familiar... for many times she had been taken by force to a dark room Paul had discovered in his bedroom when young... and he would hurt her for hours to then return her to her room already traumatized from not doing well what he asked... Meanwhile I simply recalled another devil’s whispers... feeling as though we had never departed because of the pain our body was amassing... although, comparing hells... we could see everything that was done to us... we had the liberty to move a little... we had something even if flimsy to cover ourselves... and weren’t taught to answer correctly since Paul’s imagination was doing the job.

Even though I was reluctant to let my traumas get to us in this situation... the more he was with us... the more he indulged in the torturous brutality, drowning us over and over... every day... the more I felt the need to go back to what I once was.