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

me a judgemental look

said, "It seemed

pay me the rent of the last week

know where she

asked, my patience

"How would I know…"

he said, "Her

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

3 "Here…"

a few bills and said, "Now, I paid your fucking

you know

took the money and

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

go there when they have no

whereabouts but still I made my way to the diner and then to the

inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not knowing if she

for what she

her miserable, break her the way she broke me but when she barged into my

cared for her fucking welfare even though she had hurt

eyes, they had come back to haunt me making it hard to fall asleep so I spent my time

perfect world I wouldn't have

she wouldn't

in Black Mountain at Aaron estate

took me to the top floor,

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

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

had handed me a lifeline and he was

I had asked for five thousand dollars

gotten any

to meet him and tell him

opened and

floors below, here everything was quiet, it seemed even the air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me

i nodded.

I could guess why.

on the desk the buzzer went off and

I made my way to the glass

already drawn and it was the reason that he

entered, his strong fingers grabbed my hand and

"Ahh…"

left me as he held my hand behind my back while he pressed me into the

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

like he was teetering between insanity and utter

familiar with it and it

wasn't feeling well—

when he twisted my arm

my head backward, he leaned

my cheek and then he took my earlobe into his mouth

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"