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…"

you ? "I

look

"It seemed she

me the rent of the

know where she

my patience running

"How would I know…"

after a moment, he said, "Her daughter was

wife you should have chosen the younger one

3 "Here…"

and

you know

the money and

the diner at the corner, also there is a women's

go there when

whereabouts but still

me that

hated her for what

make her miserable, break her the way she broke me but when she barged into my life she opened old wounds and made all the feelings I had vaulted

her fucking welfare even though she had hurt me

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 place for her to live so she wouldn't have to live in this filthy place with her mother

world I

perfect world she wouldn't have betrayed

living in Black Mountain at Aaron estate with a family of our own, surrounded with the woods that has our

elevator took me to the top floor, my insides coiled with

would make a scene and find another way

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

he had handed me a lifeline and he was

for five thousand dollars but

him but I hadn't gotten any reply, and

and tell him how grateful I was for his

opened and I stepped

air conditioner didn't dare hum in fear of the devil here, Phoebe the young inter gave me a small smile and murmured

i nodded.

I could guess why.

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

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

didn't get to see him beforehand as the blinds were already drawn and it was the

as I entered, his strong fingers grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall near the

"Ahh…"

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

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

on an edge, like he was teetering between

knew that side of him, I was familiar with it and it filled me with

wasn't feeling well—

when he twisted my

head backward, he leaned

on my cheek and then he took my earlobe into his mouth and bit down on

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"