CHAPTER 14

Then he throws himself next to me, breathing hard just like me.

"If you want to get me to change my mind, forget about it. I'm not stupid.

"Why would I try? Whether I allow you or not, you make me yours anyway " I defend myself, I won't show him that I'm up to something.

Moron.

The only goal I pursue is for him to have compassion for me, and if I don't achieve it, at least I will have the satisfaction of not having stood idly by.

He looks at me long and hard, his scrutinizing orbs trying to make me nervous. I try to cover myself with the sheet within my reach, he stops me in the act, overwhelmed I stare at him.

"Don't do it, it's an order"he takes a towel nearby and throws it at me, with his chin and gaze he points to my breasts.

"I'll take a bath"again trying to get up, the wolf prevents me.

"You will do it when I ask you, stay still, Luna," he demands.

I don't know why he insists on keeping me in bed, he doesn't even allow me to cover myself. Those grayish greens do not leave my body, the magic of a while ago has been extinguished and now I only feel ashamed of exposing my nakedness. The blush appears on my cheeks, self"conscious about its excessive power, I seriously wish that there would be a hole and swallow me.

"You are beautiful, Luna. I don't see why you want to keep your beauty from my eyes. Let him appreciate it, don't be selfish," she comments.

I don't know how to take his words, they seem sincere at the same time false and foreign to his hostile vocabulary that I already know. How can a man of his type create a subtle sentence? He is anything but squeamish when it comes to expressing himself. Is he a compliment? He looks like him, but I still doubt, he shouldn't be thinking about it so much, nor should I be feeling a certain sizzling in my stomach.

Seeing him as a person who is harmful, out of line and who has taken away my freedom will keep me cold for him.

»I don't want your sadistic gaze to look at me, idiot«.

I feel like spitting that in his face. I struggle to hold it in me.

"Thank you," I force myself to smile. Aleksander... give me a chance to go out, I really miss what it's like to live abroad. If my destiny is to die, my will is to be able to see the sky, feel the sun, if winter comes, enjoy the last solstice. I do not ask for more.

I hope to get him to nod, but the opposite happens.

"I won't promise you anything, Miller," he says in an annoyed growl.

"Because? It's not much, I'm not asking the impossible from you " my breathing is heaving, and I can't hold it in anymore ". You are the cruelest man I know, I hate you, stupid Russian!

Without anticipating it, he goes on top of me, punching me hard on my abdomen, the blow has taken the wind out of me. The pain is unpleasant, I complain about it. My eyes, accustomed to filling with tears, soon release the liquid that supplies my face. Meanwhile, he begins to curse, he dresses without stopping the bad words that resemble whips opening wounds.

...

I still breathe.

I continue with the breath of life, and enclosed in these four walls.

It's been five months now, if I'm not mistaken.

It's amazing that he still is. I thought my stay there would be shorter, but the days keep adding up. The abuse from Aleksander decreased, the first three months stoked my soul, I came to think that one of those days I would stop breathing. However, I endured it, I was saved.

Although he was still crossing the same tightrope.

He hasn't hit me in weeks, he hasn't lost his temper like that, because he does continue to use my body to satisfy his needs. I know the intention is to humiliate me once again, I have no doubt that there are ranks of women who would love to roll with the wolf, but he seeks pleasure at my expense.

Aleksander's entrance diverts my attention from the screen, he comes with the knuckles of his left hand bandaged. It must have been due to a clandestine fight or any violent encounter with his men. It may be for one of those reasons, it makes sense knowing where it is driven. It's not the first time I've seen him like this, hurt, he's used to it, to hurting and being a victim of violence. And he deserves everything bad that happens to him, he is also evil. But it is likely that he lost control and started throwing blows everywhere.

It's insane after all.

"Why are you looking at me so much? "She replies, managing to chase away my excessive attention on him.

I have understood that by being silent and with my head down I prevent his hatred from having a fierce impact on me. Enough of marks on the skin and cracks in the heart. This way I have made more progress than using my gender in an easy way, which only diminished my dignity at first.

"I'm sorry," I say. It also helps to apologize all the time, regardless of whether I have done anything wrong.

I look at him when he's not looking at me, his profile never fails to impress, I can't deny that his attractiveness is captivating, while what's striking about him is creepy and makes my hair stand on end. He sits on the edge of the bed, close to me. He moves his hand over my chin. My eyes search his, trying to decipher what he wants.

"Do you want to go to walk? "She says. His question absorbs me into confusion, I didn't expect it, there is suddenly happiness. The degree of astonishment cannot be measured, it is such a magnitude of disbelief in my mind that I cannot form a response, the small answer that is already beating me.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

"Outside? "I ask stealthily, trying to accept that I'm not wrong, that I'm not hallucinating. He nods, so no, I'm not rambling. I look at my appearance, it's not that I'm wearing rags, but what I wear to go out is not appropriate. So I add, "I need to change."

"Do it fast.

"I just don't have anything to wear, Aleksander.

"In that case I will have Verónika bring you something.

I nod in disbelief, that he takes the trouble to do something for me is incredible, I am left speechless. He doesn't look like the same Aleksander Konstantinov.