The Essence Of The Darkness
Episode 11: Trapped on the Island

“A new day's. And I grave to touch you even more than yesterday.”

"Don't try,"

Akram's voice sounded cold as hissing alerted Elana who was looking around, towards the tightly shut helicopter door, unknowingly looking for a way to escape.

The warning given by Akram with a deep piercing sound made Elana's body freeze, fear crawls over him when he realizes the intensity of Akram's voice which though spoken calmly implies a terrible threat that is not playful.

Suddenly, Akram moved forward, his hands outstretched towards Elana, making Elana reflexively rewind her body until her back hit the back of her seat and get defensive, moving her arms to embrace herself.

Akram lowered his head, looked towards Elana with a sharp gaze, his expression unchanged, as the man ignored Elana's defensive attitude, grabbing the seat belt hanging on her side and pairing it silently to Elana's body.

Elana held her breath, as her body stiffened with fear and discomfort when she realized that Akram was so close to her in the process of fitting a seatbelt for her. The man seemed to have come straight from his workplace, recalling the extremely expensive and tidy three-piece suit suit jacket that wrapped his body so snugly as if it was specially sewn for him. The masculine aftershave scent mingled with the classic perfume and cigarette smelled faintly without being prevented from entering Elana's sense of smell, making Elana feel even more intimidated and threatened.

He had never been that close to the opposite sex before, and this evil man had invaded the boundaries Elena had set for herself brutally and coercively...

The sound of 'clicks' slowly sounded, making Elana blink her eyes and realize from the gripping feeling that made her immediately try to get away, getting rid of the body of Akram who was still so close. Akram's head lowered, his sharp eyes blending with Elana's eyes, while not a single sentence was uttered from his lips.

Stared at the seintens it made Elana turn her face, her whole soul wanting to rebel, but her body was lurched with fear, growing more helpless as the helicopter began to move up, and the, airing and leaving the runway accompanied by a ringing sound that surrounds.

"Wake,"

Akram's sharp voice again invaded Elana's unconscious realm strongly, making Elana straighten her body tensely, then look around vigilantly.

It took a while for Elana to regain her consciousness. For a moment his eyes stared at Akram in confusion, his mind was still foggy, let alone the sound of the roar of a helicopter echoing in his ears and making it difficult to concentrate. Then his consciousness returned slowly, making him raise his head when he realized that Akram had moved from sitting opposite him to the side.

How could this man move next to her without Elana noticing? Why was his sleep so deep that he lost his self-defense and let the man get so close to him?

Elana immediately tried to move away with red cheeks when she found out that she had fallen asleep while leaning her head on Akram's arm. But his efforts were in vain, Akram's arms coiled behind his back, and the man embraced his body tightly, tightening Elana to his sturdy self firmly, with no chance for Elana to resist.

"We're almost there," Akram's fingers slightly squeezed Elana's arm, while his head turned, staring at the wide window beside them, looking down to see the scene below them.

Curiosity makes Elana forget her desire to stay away, he followed the direction of Akram's view and his eyes immediately saw a small island filled with lush green trees with the dominance of the roof of large buildings fenced high like fortresses and castles in the past that were right in the middle of the island. Fear re-crawls over Elana when she realizes that Akram has really made his words come true. The man did not play games when he erased all traces of Elana's existence and life in this world and said he would lock Elana up so that he could not escape. If she was locked up on a remote island in the middle of the ocean like this, then there would definitely be no chance for Elana to escape from the clutches of Akram.

What's he supposed to do?

Elana's heart was pounding filled with uncontrollable panic when imagining a future that stretched dark in front of her.

As soon as the helicopter they are driving lands on the island, then surely Elana will be forced to forget all the freedom she has.

Gee whiz..... What's he supposed to do?

Back the same question repeated in Elana's mind, covering his soul with a sense of panic and panic until he was finally unable to do anything when he felt the helicopter land and Akram's grip on his arm felt increasingly tight, preparing to bring him down from the helicopter.

Akram still did not release the clutches of his hands from Elana's arms as he half-dragged the woman's body walking past the helicopter runway on a footpath with a concrete floor under his feet and trees lined up on the left and right of them. The path led to a large gate that opened, a gate so high that Elana had to raise her head to stare at its highest end. The gate itself was already wide open as if intentionally to welcome their arrival, guarded by so many people in black suits with stiff faces that now Elana recognized as bodyguards and security guards owned by Akram.

An elongated wall that was even taller than the giant gate seemed to stretch out in front of them, coiling and turning to an end that could not be reached by the eyes of Elana. However, from the view seen by Elana earlier on the helicopter earlier, Elana knew for sure that the wall was built around the entire castle tightly, with, there is no other access to the entrance other than a giant gate guarded with high-tech security.

Unconcerned with the security guards bowing respectfully greeting him, Akram moved to drag Elana through the giant gate, while Elana's eyes were still glued with her head turned back, looking back, screamed inwardly when they saw the security guards shut the gate tightly behind them.

“Now it is rainy season, the air is wet and humid and sometimes storms can hit at certain times. I suggest that when it gets dark you don't wander around the house because who knows if suddenly a storm comes and you're stuck in the woods that surround this house. Being outdoors when the storm is taking place may not kill you, but believe me, it will be a very horrible and traumatic experience for you.” Akram spoke in a cold tone as they stepped into the open door of the house.

In the doorway, there were several servants standing in welcome, and once again Akram ignored them, taking Elana down the large staircase that was directly spread out in the middle of the room in front of the wide-open front door.

Elana was helpless, her steps dragged following the wide steps of Akram up one by one stairs quickly. They finally reached the last rung of the stairs, landing on the second floor and facing head-on with wide hallways with closed room doors lined up on the left and right, respectively, combine with a gold-framed painting that looks like an expensive artwork along the walls of the hallway. Thick red fur rug stretched out lining the floor of the hallway, contrasting with the wall covered with wood shades with gold threaded accents at the top and bottom of the wall.

Elana's breathing panted as Akram's steps slowed as they reached the end of the second-floor passage. But instead of giving Elana a chance to rest, Akram took Elana back to step up a hidden staircase at the end of the room.

“The third floor is my private floor. And that will be your place of residence in this house.” Akram explained in a calm tone as their steps again stopped at the top end. They faced a giant door that was no less big than the front door, then opened the door.

Without giving Elana a chance to resist or resist, Akram pulls Elana through the doorway and closes the door quickly behind them.

Elana was instantly fixated, her legs as if frozen, not daring to step further into the center of the room. His eyes scanned the scene that lay before him, featuring a very outdoor room like a picture of the inside of a modern luxury apartment that originally could only be seen by Elana in magazines or property ads that accidentally appeared on the website he visited through his cellphone. Contrary to the feel of the castles on the first and second floors that looked like they appeared from the middle ages, this third floor looked so modern, it was very modern, with a minimalist style of furniture and a variety of digital equipment that looks very sophisticated scattered throughout the room.

The room that appeared before his eyes was very spacious. It seems, Akram used the entire floor on the third floor of this huge castle in full to build a private nest tailored to his taste. All the furniture and the look of this room seemed to reflect Akram's dark and dark soul, dark black nuances, combined with thick walls and carpets with a predominating gradation of gray layers.

“This castle is located on an island far away in the middle of the sea.” Akram stepped away a little and then turned his body casually, cross-sectioned, looking at Elana with a sharp look, watching with an uncovered judging look. “I've warned you that you have no chance of escaping here. The nearest land is very far away and requires a full day's journey if you use a ship and there is only one ship that comes and goes every month to deliver food supplies and supplies this island. Forget to sneak onto that ship because I assure you, that the guard is very strict. You should also know that the beaches surrounding the island are sometimes used as basking grounds for very large saltwater crocodiles. Do not forget the existence of sharks in the middle of the ocean who are ready to prey on you if you dare to dip your feet into the sea water. If you are afraid of blood and do not want to be eaten alive in a very painful way, I advise you not to touch your feet to the coastline of this island.”

Akram stopped his sentence and watched Elana's pale face hear his sentence with a sharp look. “When you're with me, the surveillance camera will be turned off. But if I am not with you, you remain in full surveillance. If you try to hurt yourself, or act foolishly in an attempt to escape, then before you do, I will know and prevent you, then make you regret for life.” Akram does not need to explain in detail, but Elana immediately remembered the previous threat Akram said would break Elana's arms and legs and make him invalid for the rest of his life.

Akram took off his suit and draped on the back of the large sofa behind him. His hand moved to loosen his tie, then opened the top of his shirt button while he turned around, moving to step closer to Elana.

Back Elana felt the urge to take refuge and move away. Akram's steps are slow but intimidating, like a large predator who wants to trap a helpless creature that will be used as a toy before then devoured cruelly.

Elana stepped back as Akram stepped closer to her. The man looked even more dangerous with a shirt that opened a few buttons and was removed from his trouser belt, Akram's hair that was originally neatly combed back looked a little messy, closed a little side of his forehead and shaded his sharp eyes. Elana's back hit the closed door behind her, and she gulped when Akram did not slow down and only stopped when the man was already very close to Elana, almost stuck in front of her body.

Elana had to raise her head to stare at Akram's face looming over her, and their eyes met and were glued to each other. The man now lowered his head, making their faces almost touch.

Akram's expression was illegible, his tall body that contrasted with Elana's tiny body was more and more bent with both hands trapping Elana on the left and right sides of his head, and his, holding her palm on the wooden side of the door located right behind Elana.

And without asking for permission, Akram half-bent to compensate for Elana's size, his face approached, exhaling warmly on Elana's lips before then his lips were about to clench Elana's lips without warning. Immediately, driven by her self-protection reflex, Elana instantly turned her face away, making Akram's lips miss and land on her cheek.

Akram frowned, his fingers touching Elana's chin and looked up.

“You can't refuse. Because you are here to serve and please me. There is no other option for you,” whispered raucously, his lips then landed again slowly, down the side of Elana's face with a hot and tempting breath.

Elana grimaced, trying to move her hand to Akram's chest and pushed him, but it was certainly free. The man in front of him was unmoved, like a hard stone wall and unshaken in the slightest by the power of Elana's thin and pitiful arms.

“You.... Why did you do this to me? Why should I? You... you can get many other women.” Elana's breath gasps in despair when Akram even seems to not care about Elana's question, the man did not want to bother answering Elana's question, but he did not want to answer Elana's question, instead began to clench his lips mercilessly, pulverizing them strongly, as if he wanted to taste all of Elana and devour her to nothing.

The kiss was long-lasting and very erotic, involving Akram's highly skilled and experienced tongue and abilities. And a long time later when Akram let go of his pagutan, Elana immediately gasped for air, filling his lungs dry because there was no oxygen soaking.

When Elana began to cough with hot, teary eyes, Akram who was still standing so close to her even stood still with her lips thinning as if holding a smile.

“You have absolutely no experience with any man, huh?” akram's question seemed to not need an answer, because the man did not hide his satisfaction because he had become the first man Elana.

Elana looked up her head, looked at Akram with a sharp gaze, and Elana's defiant attitude made Akram's murmur tighten. Her lips again touched Elana's lips, half biting to show her superiority.

“It is up to you to curse and hate me in your heart. I don't give a shit. I don't care what you feel.” Akram spoke coldly without feeling, suddenly bending his body to scoop Elana in his cradle, ignoring the surprised screeches and meaningless cries of Elana for him.

Looking down at Elana who was trying to escape from her sling, Akram immediately smashed her lips lustfully, continuing to kiss and pulverize Elana's lips while stepping to the other side of the room, towards a smaller room with a large bed that stretched almost filled most of the contents of the room.

Without softening himself in the slightest, Akram half threw Elana's body onto the bed and as fast as lightning followed, overlapping on it, piling on it, making Elana's bouncy body want to rise from the bed must give up because it hit her hard body. Akram's eyes lit up with passion, while his hands resting on the left and right sides of Elana's head began to move, down Elana's face with his long, strong fingers.

“You are here to satisfy me. I want your body, and I will keep making love to you until I don't want you anymore,” furious Akram with a passionate raucous voice. Her tang moved around clutching Elana's wrist, down the scar that had dried up there with the tip of her thread, then unexpectedly, carrying Elana's wrist to her lips, exhaled her hot breath on the inside side of Elana's wrist, then gave her a hot peck there.

Elana's body is ripped. His hair stood up as a result of that feather-light kiss, as if something was rolling on his spine, galloping along his nerves mercilessly, as if something was rolling down his spine, making Elana bite her lips because of confusion and panic over something foreign and she had never felt before.

Akram himself stared at the expression on Elana's face with satisfaction. She knew that with just a few touches and kisses, she could make Elana submit to her. The woman was so innocent that it was barely comparable to Akram who was so experienced and skilled in making love. However, Akram will ensure that the innocence will not last long. With all her passion, she will teach Elana the other side that can be enjoyed from two blending bodies, burning in a passionate braid that will make them both drift in the peak of pleasant enjoyment. And he will continue to make love to Elana until the woman will feel empty if she is not present to fill it, filling the woman's body with desire and addiction to be touched by Akram.

Slowly and impatiently, Akram took off his shirt, displaying his strong bare field chest filled with hard trained muscles. A faint smile spread across her lips when she saw Elana's red face extinguished in embarrassment as those innocent eyes accidentally swept across the naked surface of Akram's skin.

“We will make love, little cat,” Akram chirp, roll his fingers to Elana's chin and down the surface of the woman's soft neck skin with the lightest movements of the feathers teasing. “And this time, I will not hold myself back anymore,” Akram continued later, overwhelmed by sensual promises that thrill the body.