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…"

do you ?

gave me a judgemental look that I didn't

said, "It seemed she

the rent of the last week

you know where she

asked, my

"How would I know…"

a moment, he said, "Her daughter

she too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should have chosen the younger one even though she has

3 "Here…"

bills and said, "Now, I paid your fucking

me if you know where

money and pocketed

the corner, also there is a women's shelter not far from

usually go there when they

really didn't have any idea about Elsa's whereabouts but still I made my

and there was this chasm inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not knowing if she was

her for

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

in them one was the most obvious, I still cared for her fucking welfare even though she had hurt me and stabbed me in the

when I had looked into her terrified eyes, they had come back to haunt me making it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time by arranging a

world I wouldn't have

she wouldn't have betrayed

have been living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of our own, surrounded

me to the top floor, my

Kristian he would make a scene and find another way to

even as the prospect of getting face to face with the Devil himself made me hesitate to step out of the elevator it still didn't dampen my happiness about the fact that not far from here

helped me, he had handed me a

I had asked for five thousand dollars but shockingly without another word

hadn't gotten any reply,

to meet him and tell him how grateful I was for his

elevator opened and

of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile and murmured as

i nodded.

I could guess why.

on the desk

a deep breath before I made my

to see him beforehand as the blinds were already drawn and it

I entered, his strong fingers grabbed my hand and slammed

"Ahh…"

my hand behind my back while he pressed me

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

he was teetering

him, I was familiar

feeling well—

when he twisted my

my head backward,

cheek and then he took my earlobe into his

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"