Blackmailed For Love

Did she run away?

Did she decide I was asking for too much? But, was I? Maybe… I don't fucking know.

From the very fucking beginning Elsa had made me confuse, made me fight my own self.

And she was still doing it half a decade later.

But… Where was she? Why wasn't she here yet? All those questions kept my mind in a spin, not making it possible for me to relax.

I paced in my office, my eyes darting to my watch for the fifteenth time and it was only five minutes since I last checked.

But my patience was shot to hell and I didn't care that it was only half past ten.

She was late and a pit had opened up in my stomach as to why she wasn't here yet.

I didn't want to admit it, what kind of man I would be if I admitted that I was fucking worried for the girl who had betrayed me, stomped on my heart and tore my trust into smithereens.

1 Did something happen? It was a hell hole where she lived.

I shouldn't have left her there.

I raked my fingers through my hair.

A fucked up part of me wanted her as much as before, but this time with a darkness that was out of control.

I had let her go, but now that she was here… I couldn't do it again.

I grabbed my car keys and stormed out of my office, unable to wait anymore.

3 Half an hour later I parked my car outside the rundown building and walked inside.

A thought for the safety of my car crossed my mind but for once I couldn't care less.

I walked up the stairs, not knowing where I was going but wanting to know if she was okay.

I will deal with her later after I had made sure that nothing bad had happened then I will let her know what happens when she keeps me waiting.

I came to the first floor and every door was locked.

On the second floor I saw an old man who didn't listen when I asked him if he knew about two women who lived here.

But then on the third floor 1 heard a middle aged man muttering as he locked a door.

"Leaving without paying rent.

Shouldn't have trusted her sad story.

It's always the same-"

"Excuse me."

The man tumed, looked at me up and down and said, "You don't belong here."

Tell me something I don't know like where my little girl was.

"I am looking for a girl and her mother.

Blonde hair, blue eyes…"

? "I am

judgemental look

said, "It

the rent of the last

know where

asked, my patience

"How would I know…"

he said, "Her daughter was looking for a

isn't she too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should have chosen the

3 "Here…"

few bills and said, "Now, I

you

money

at the corner, also there

when they have no

have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my way to the diner and then to the

felt helpless and there was this chasm inside me that

for what

way she broke me but when she barged into my life she opened old wounds

one was the most obvious, I still cared for her fucking welfare even though

they had come back to haunt me making it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a place for her to live so she wouldn't have to live in this

a perfect world I wouldn't have

a perfect world she wouldn't

in a perfect fucking world we would have been living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of our own, surrounded with the

me to the top floor, my

my mind grasped for excuses because knowing Kristian he would make a scene and find another way to humiliate me for not coming

prospect of getting face to face with the Devil himself made me hesitate to step out of the elevator

helped me, he had handed me a lifeline

how much money I would need so I had asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly without another word he had transferred

gotten any reply, and now I just couldn't

had to meet him and tell him how grateful I was

and

devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a

i nodded.

I could guess why.

moment I placed my purse on the desk the buzzer went off and I

my eyes, I took a deep breath before I made my way to the glass

as the blinds were already drawn and

I entered, his strong fingers grabbed my hand and

"Ahh…"

my hand behind my back while he

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

an edge, like he was teetering

of him, I was familiar with it and it

wasn't feeling well—

up moaning in pain when he twisted my arm

my head backward,

and then he took my earlobe into his mouth and

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"