Chapter Nine

Layla some up very early the next morning to find her body entrapped in two strong arms. She dropped a tear of pain. Mikail lay next to her shirtless.

"Subhanal Lah (Glory be to Allah)" she exclaimed as she covered her eyes with her palms.

She didn't want to see him shirtless. They were married but this wasn't a real marriage.

She turned her faceaway from where he lay. She saw a fruit basket with a very sharp looking knife in it.

A maniacal thought crossed her mind. She picked up the knife slowly and bended over to Mikail's neck.

She was scared. She was about to commit a grave sin. She was about to murder this beautiful sadist.

She couldn't do it. She didn't have the heart to. She dropped more tears of sin. She had almost let the devil tempt her.

"Do it Muhabun." She heard Mika'il say.

She was startled because his eyes were closed, yet he knew what she was about to do.

"I-I can't" she stammered as she sobbed slowly.

With his eyes still closed he asked;

"Why not?"

She broke down suddenly into more tears. Unconsciously, she placed her head on his chest.

"I-It's a-a s-sin and I-I only want to p-please Allah" she said to him.

He patted her on the head gently.

After a few moments of silence, she snapped out of her trance.

She jumped off the bed suddenly and fell on her hurt hard.

"Yaa Allah, Ighfirlee! (Oh Allah, Forgive me )" she exclaimed.

Mika'il rose from the bed and smirked at her.

"Don't be afraid girl. I won't hurt you" those words terrified her.

She begun sweating and spine up in a frightened voice

"I don't trust you".

He sighed and said

" I know, but soon, you will. Get dressed, we're going to see our parents and then, I'm taking you out for dinner"

She was surprised to hear what he just said. He spoke so calmly to her. It was nice of him but she still was terrified of him.

She nodded gently as he walked out of the room. He turned to glance at her for the last time, before smiling at her and walking away.

'Yaa Allah , what is this man up to now ?' She mentally asked God.

She quickly got up took a good bath, performed with and said her prayers

"Yaa Rabbi(Oh My Lord in Arabic), protect me against this wicked man and anything he's planning against me. Forgive me and my family and loved ones. Increase my life span so that I may fulfil the task , you have set for me. Please don't let this man be a hindrance to me and my destiny. In the end All Praise Is Due To Allah. Ameen"

After saying her prayers, courage and some sort of zeal formed in her, she couldn't help but shed some tears.

Her eyes had changed colour to red because of the recent days of just crying. She was vulnerable to this dangerous man.

Behind those silver contact lenses, was the immaculate crystal blue eyes, of a girl living in the manacle of an imperious man with jade green eyes full of lunacy, voracity , love and ruthless and maligning desire.

She didn't have any insight to the reason behind him choosing her, out of the million girls in the world. What was his hidden motive? That was a question she had no answer to.

She sat on the edge of her bed, thinking. Thinking about her life so far. She begun wondering if her life now was worse than her life in the past.

In the past, when poverty had marred her and her family. When her little brother passed away leaving her mostly traumatised and emotionally scarred.

She couldn't help but break down in tears. She felt ill. Her head begun aching like never before. She crouch at the corner near the bed, with some sheets covering her tiny frame.

She suddenly begun sweating and shivering at the same time. She had a fever. Tears run down her eyes too. She needed her drugs beside her too. Her voice box was failing her, but even if it didn't,  she doubted Mikail would hear her call from where she was.

And to make matters worse, the doors and windows were sound proof. She just at there crying and feeling sick. She sat there long enough, but couldn't seem to tell how long she had sat down there.

But she knew, she had sat there long enough. Because the door to her roomnopened to reveal an angry looking Mikail. His anger subsided, when he saw the condition of Layla. Her head was dug into the bed and he could hear her sobs.

He rushed to her and knelt beside her.

"What's wrong Damey-" he couldn't complete his sentence when his hand touched on her face and e realised how hot her body was.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he picked up her small frame and rushed out of the room with her. She pulled her body from his chest. Even I her vulnerable state, she still wanted to ave her innocence.

Mikail sighed, as he placed her on the kitchen counter. He made her some lemon juice with raw honey for the fever and some turmeric mixed with milk as an anti allergy and anti inflammatory drugs.

Layla seemed to be surprised when she saw him make some drugs for her. He smiled lightly as he carried her back to the room.

"I think we should postpone seeing our parents alright?" He asked her.

She seemed surprised. She narrowed her eyes at him as she nodded.

He smiled at her and walked out of the room back to the kitchen. He had gone to get  some food for her. He.made her some pancakes and some chocolate drink.

He carried the food in a tray to the room. When he got there, he realised that she wasn't in bed. He looked around only to find her in a corner praying.

He smiled at her slowly. His girl was a religious fanatic and he loved it. He on the other hand, hadn't prayed or greeted anyone the Islamic way for about 13 to 14 years. After he joined the Mafia 13 years ago when he was barely 12 years old, he had started dealing in drugs and begun getting more money, so he had completely forgotten about his Lord's existence.

He snapped out of trance when he realised that Layla as completed her prayers and was folding her prayer mat with tears in her eyes. He didn't seem to understand why she was always crying, even when he didn't touch her or attempt to come close to her.

"What's wrong Muhabun?" He asked suddenly, making her look up at him with her red teary eyes.

"I don't want to live with you anymore. You are extremely unholy and I don't think me and you can get long. Ever!" She had stepped on her torture button.

Mika'il frowned at her and paced towards her.

"You want to know what's unholy?!" He snapped at her.

She backed away from the hungry lion approaching her.

He pulled her to his chest and spat at her;

"Let me show you what's unholy. " he said as tried to touch her on the chest,she begun trying to weighting out herself from his group midst tears.

"Trying to run away from me girl, is like running in circles. You end up in my arms anyway. Everywhere that Layla goes, Mika'il follows" he whispered into her ears very seductively while a moan escaped her mouth.

Layla felt disgusted in herself.

Mika'il let go of her slowly while smirking. He loved that moan that came from her mouth. It was like music to his ears.

Layla on the other hand fell to the ground crying. She had no hope in getting out if this man's grip.

"W-Why are y-you keeping me here against m-my will?" She stammered. She didn't know what was coming next.

Mika'il stooped close to her and kissed her on the forehead, forcefully and chuckled.

"I'm not keeping you here against your will, I'm keeping you contrary to your will and in congruence to my will" he whispered.

She stared at him like he just said the most bizarre thing in the world, which he did.

What he said meant the same as what she was implying.

He smirked at her and continued

" You despise me, you wish I die, you abhor how I look and touch you, but what you fail to know is that, you're mine and only mine!"

She gulped at that and turned her face away. She was still recovering from her fever but thoughts of this man made her feel sick.

"Why don't you just leave me alone!?" She snapped.

He smirked and said

"How can I leave my favourite Dameyah alone?"

She gulped once again.

"Submit to me and you're going to suffer no more" he said as he gave her reassuring eyes.

She smiled and said in an angry tone

"NEVER!!!"

He slapped her very hard across the face which sent her losing her balance and banging her head against the ground.

"I'll n-never s-submit t-to y-you" she said fraily as blood oozed from her face before she blacked out.

Mika'il was beginning to lose hope in getting her to love him back. He didn't know what to do to make her love him back.

If persuasion fails, they say, force must be applied.

So he was going to force her to return his love back.

"Your unsubmissive behaviour excites me. I love you regardless"