Free Web NovelChapter 100: His Demons
(Flashback)
(The Chapter includes disturbing content, reader discretion is advised.)
"There you are Doran, I was looking for you everywhere," the raspy sugar-coated voice had the young boy looking up. The slightly curled red fiery hair of the woman fascinated him. And those emerald eyes were enchanting.
"I was just getting my homework done ma’am," he answered in all sincerity.
"Ma’am? Just call me Arica." She reached out and stroked his cheek, "Why don’t we have some fun? You would like that right?" She asked in a sweet voice, her eyes twinkling with evil mischief.
"Yes!!!" the boy excitedly replied as she offered her hand and he took it.
She led him inside her room and pushed him on her bed. That was the day his innocence was snatched by his father’s mistress and he was too young to realise what was happening.
The sessions as she started calling them started mild and then turned into full-on sexual tortures.
Asphyxia, bondage, whipping and rape became the part of his daily life. Until his young mind was plunged into such darkness that Doran’s view about women changed drastically. He grew a severe dislike for the female gender. The belief all of them were cunning, and manipulative and enjoyed pain dug deep roots in his fragile brain.
At such a young age his mind was moulded to associate excruciating pain with sex, to achieve your climax one needed to hurt the partner. That’s how he grew up and by the time he reached the age of twenty he wanted to get rid of Arica but the damage had already been done. It was irreversible.
Arica always berated him, calling him useless, someone with a puny brain and other derogatory terms. She would chain him up and drag him around like a dog. She would throw food on the ground and force him to lick it.
Not obeying her will end in his privates being burnt with her cigarettes. The marks she left there never faded and neither did the memories. It only led him to repeat everything done to him, to other women.
The low self-esteem he was left with led him to strive to become the best, the most desirable, to be recognised, and to feel loved despite not having a relationship.
His reputation was everything to him now, he yearned to show the world what a fine man he was. That’s why he chose to become a model.
His father was never around and he was too blinded by his mistress to understand what was even happening to his son.
For years after Arica, he was lost until he found Karen. She could take everything he threw at her and could contain his angry outbursts. She saved him from completely losing his mind and plunging into further darkness but there was no love left in his heart.
Until the day he saw Skyla, so pretty, so innocent standing alone by the angel fountain, she suddenly reminded him of Arica. So similar and yet so different. His mind wanted to ruin her, do every heinous act Arica acted out on him. He did ruin her.
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to get into a physical relationship with her. He would destroy her completely, his heart wouldn’t allow it. It was an innate possessiveness stemming from the years of being not allowed to see or touch any other woman. Now all was vented out on Skyla.
(Present Time)
"What did she do to you?" Skyla apprehensively asked, unable to believe her ears that his father’s mistress might have hurt him.
He watched her closely, she was still so pure although he had tarnished and blemished her in the worst possible ways. Trying to break her and yet she remained resilient.
He smiled a crooked smile. His innocent wife could never handle the truth and the last thing he wanted was her pity. She had painted a picture of the worst kind of beast in her mind and he would remain like that. freёweɓnovel.com
He slumped near her feet on the bed and raked his dirty blonde hair back.
"We never had sex, Skyla. Don’t you wonder why?" he unexpectedly asked, not answering her question.
Skyla was suddenly flustered, where was this conversation going?
Was he here to force himself upon her?
The mere thought troubled her, she didn’t want intimacy with him, not anymore. The mere thought made her want to retch.
She pulled her legs even closer to her body, a shiver ran down her spine. He side-eyed her, the vulnerability she always carried brimmed his heart with guilt.
"Relax, I am not going to do it. Not now, not ever. You can’t contain my devils and nor do I want a child," he mirthlessly laughed, throwing his head back. His sharp features were highlighted and distorted into something evil.
"Why? Was I always that undesirable to you?" she scoffed, having no clue of his inner battles, the battles he fought alone and every day.
"Undesirable? No, you were anything but that."
"Then why?" she couldn’t stop herself, she needed to know, she was dying to know. This was the most he had ever been open to her.
"Believe me when I say this, but I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have. And we can’t have children because I will hurt them as well. Children deserve a healthy and safe environment and I am too corrupted to give them that. Our bloodline will end with me, at least my father’s. He was an asshole just like I am. The Spawn of the devil is always a devil, don’t expect angels to be born from them. Am I right?"
He turned to face his wife and she was watching him with remorse, her chin resting on her knee. He was right about children. A couple like them should never bring forward their progeny, it’s no use making a new life only to end up destroying it. freeweɓnovel.cøm
"Did you ever wish for them though? In your heart?" she quietly asked, her throat choking from emotions.
She couldn’t decipher him, one day he would hurt her, and the next day he would try to act all benevolent and sweet.
"Yes, many times. I so wished to get intimate with you but it would only end in more disaster. So it’s for the good." Doran sighed and continued.
"Sorry, you got stuck with someone like me. I am selfish for holding you I know but it’s too late for me to change. I can’t let you go, Skyla. I just can’t, the darkness I battle has only one light. That’s you. I know my actions are trying to extinguish it but that’s who I am."
His hand shifted to touch a lock of her hair, the same hair he pulled so many from the roots and Skyla dragged herself away from his reach. Not wanting to be touched or hit or whatever his disturbed mind had planned.
He sighed and let his hand drop before getting up like a tired man.
"Good night, Skyla." He murmured before leaving her room, closing the door behind him.
No threats, no belittling, no hits.
It was one of those rare days when Doran Blackthorn chose to be compassionate with his wife.
