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

gave me a judgemental look

said, "It seemed she

rent of the last

you know where she

asked, my

"How would I know…"

a moment, he said, "Her

too old for you, if you wanted a wife you should have chosen the younger

3 "Here…"

handed him a few bills and said, "Now, I

if you know where they

money

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

usually go there when

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

chasm inside me that spread with each hour that passed with me not

hated her for

into my life she opened old wounds

her fucking welfare even though she had hurt me and stabbed me

night 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 place for her to live so she wouldn't have to live in this

a perfect world I wouldn't

a perfect world she

Aaron estate with a family of

elevator took me to the top floor, my insides

excuses because knowing Kristian he would make a scene and find another way to humiliate

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 I had booked a family suite

me, he had handed me

money I would need so I had asked for five thousand dollars

hadn't gotten any reply, and now I

meet him and tell him how grateful I was for his

opened and I stepped

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 a small smile and murmured as if in warning, "He

i nodded.

I could guess why.

placed my purse on the desk the buzzer went off

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

the blinds were already drawn and it was the reason that he took me by

grabbed my hand and slammed me against the wall near the

"Ahh…"

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

"What are you doing?"

"Where were you?"

on an edge, like he was teetering between insanity and utter

him, I was familiar with it and

feeling well—

he twisted my arm

my head backward,

my cheek and then he took my earlobe into his mouth and

He gritted out, "Liar."

"I am not lying,"