The Essence Of The Darkness
Episode 16: Skipping the Night
"Be mine, and then rest assured, I will take care everything of you"
Muteness stretched between them, along with Elana's widened gaze as if in disbelief with the scene that was happening right before her eyes at this moment.
Akram was still on his knees, with the cake in his hand and the candle still burning. And then, because Elana was just silent unable to say a word, Akram finally spoke again.
"Let's blow before the candles run out and burn your cake" Akram said in a slightly commanding tone.
Elana's eyes turned to look at the cake in Akram's hands. True what Akram said, the little candle had almost melted in half.
Impulsively, like a buffalo whipped his nose, Elana slightly lowered her head and blew the cake until the flame went out.
Akram grinned as the bright light from the candle disappeared, replaced by a dim feel that immediately enveloped the two of them.
"You want to eat your cake? I don't mind sharing it with you, "unexpectedly, Akram took the white cream of the cake with his fingers and stretched it out near Elana's mouth.
Elana's widened eyes stared at the sturdy fingers and slender creamy cake in front of her. His eyes widened between shock and shame.
What is inside Akram's mind? She thought Elana would be that stupid to be willing to lick her finger obediently? After all...how could Elana be willing to do such immoral perverted acts voluntarily? Elana did not want the slightest bit of physical contact with this man who had raped her. And there was no way Elana would do so low as to eat from the hand of Akram!
In Elana's eyes tonight, Akram looks different. The man was usually so stiff and monstrous, with an expression as hard as a rock and a sharp eye gaze that seemed capable of piercing all the way to the bottom of the soul. But now, Akram looked rather relaxed, the ghastly dark aura that usually encompassed his presence also seemed to be gone, as if the man's self-control was a little looser than usual.
Akram moved his fingers in front of Elana's mouth, as if impatiently waiting for Elana who just stared at her offer.
"Do you taste it or not?" Akram whispered close. The man slightly advanced the body so Elana could inhale the smell of alcohol emanating from her lips. A very sweet aroma. Elana had never been experienced with a drunkard before, but one night working at a nightclub as a toilet cleaner was enough to give her new knowledge. The alcohol-scented acram, just like the drunks at the club that night.
So that's why Akram's attitude is a little strange and different than usual. The man was currently drunk and came to him. Elana immediately knew that now she was in a difficult situation.
Facing the normal Akram was troublesome, and now he had to face the drunken Akram.
Who knew what terrible thing Akram would do that had gone out of control to him?
Elana must be able to show her rejection to Akram clearly, so that the jerk in front of her knows that Elana will never accept or forgive all the heinous deeds that man has done to her.
With a hot, red face, Elana slaps Akram's fingers, removes them from near her face, and turns her face away to avoid Akram's face getting closer.
"A. I don't want to!" he shouted with a sniffling voice.
Akram unraveled the smile, however, his eyes looked sharp, sparkling in the dim night and sending out frightening threat signals.
"Ah, so you don't want to eat your cake. Too bad," Akram said slowly, then deliberately brought his finger covered in cream cake to his mouth, licking the cream sensually. His eyes still could not be seen Elana who looked frightened there. "But even if we don't eat the cake, I don't think we're gonna miss your birthday celebration, are we?" akram's voice was low, more and more raucous and sensual. "You're growing up, so we can celebrate in an adult way" he whispered meaningfully.
Elana gulped, knowing clearly what the meaning of the implied sentence Akram. Although Akram's voice sounded friendly and calm, Elena was well acquainted with the gaze of Akram's eyes that was currently given a stark look towards her. When he started to get excited, the man always looked at him sharply, like a starving wolf.
Elana's heart began pounding with alarm bells warning of the menacing danger as she attempted to inching back from the sofa, insisting on taking as far distance as possible from Akram. Unfortunately, this large sofa limited his movement, his back hit the back of the sofa, not having a chance to move further away.
"La, after all, it's not my real birthday! You must know that an orphanage child who was dumped as a baby like me is not clearly known the original date of birth!" in haste Elana immediately said what was in her mind right then and there. He was desperate, panicking in his attempt to unravel the increasingly thick sensual air covering them as Akram looked at him. "A. I don't need cake, I don't need candles, and any celebrations!"
Akram raised an eyebrow hearing Elana's full defensive self-defense answer. At the sight of Elana who moved to embrace herself, impulsively trying to be selfish from the closeness of Akram forced on her.
The woman's face lit up as her lips spoke again, trying to confront Akram to get him away.
"And have you not made me die in the eyes of the world? You've obviously made a death certificate in my name! So, why are you celebrating the birthday of a dead person?!" elana's breath gasped with emotion, her face emitting emotion and a definite rejection that was not covered up towards Akram.
Unfortunately, Elana's rejection did not seem to work against Akram. The grin of the man even grew wider, as if Akram was enjoying making Elana desperate for fear nearby.
Akram puts the birthday cake on his desk, his body suddenly moving up onto the sofa, with one knee beside Elana's thigh and the other leg pressing between Elana's two legs. Akram bent down near Elana, his hands nailed to the back of the sofa, pushing Elana into the confines of his much stronger body.
"You don't want to eat that cake so I won't force you. But, whether it's your real birthday, or whether it's a country-recorded birthday for you, I don't care. All I want is an exciting opportunity to celebrate this birthday with you, a personal celebration of both of us being fun." Akram brought his face closer to the side of Elena's ear, whispering softly there to make Elana flinch.
At once, Elana struggled in rebellion and tried to escape from the clutches of Akram. Unfortunately, her physical weakness as a petite woman, which was not comparable to Akram's tyranny of strong stature, led her to always end up on the same miserable end, losing her capitulation under Akram's dominating power.
Akram presses Elana's body with his own rock-hard body, half*** Elana, making Elana's back pressed tightly against the sofa without mercy.
"I'm starving, and I wanna party. We should celebrate your birthday by devouring delicious dishes, right?" akram's gaze was so hungry when the man teased and kissed Elana's lips without her permission.
"Le..let go of me!" Elana tried to wriggle with all her might, she shook her head violently, trying to break away from Akram.
"You are my woman" Akram growled as her fingers moved firmly against Elana's jaw, forcing her to stop rebelling and facing Elana directly to her side. "Woman belongs to me, you can't refuse me," Akram pressed Elana's jaw, and kissed her.
And now, the woman who became his obsession had been between his arms, clawing at him like a wild little cat, but helpless under the power of Akram.
How can Akram hold back?
Akram's hand moved to snatch Elena's nightgown violently, not caring about all forms of female resistance that were meaningless to him.
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Elana opened her eyes and found herself wrapped in darkness. He tried to move the body but then frowned when he realized there was something heavy that****his body.
Elana opened her eyes wide and tried to expel the drowsiness that had overwhelmed her, trying to restore her consciousness completely.
He was on top of the spacious bed, while Akram, the evil man who had forced his will again on Elana was lying face down very close to Elana, his arms falling on Elana's body, hugging her tightly, and as if that wasn't enough, part of Akram's body felt heavy*** on Elana's side.
Elana frowned, though, filled with a sense of annoyance when he realized that his position was at the end of the spacious bed and almost fell if not held back by the hands and body weight of Akram who overcame him.
This bed should be able to accommodate five adults sleeping side by side at once, but somehow Akram who uses this bed is only alone with Elana, as if having an urgent tendency Elana got to the edge of the bed and controlled most of the bed for herself.
As if in his sleep though, Akram still wants to oppress himself and show his superiority.
As much as Elana tried to get rid of Akram's arm, moving carefully because she did not want it until the man woke up and attacked her again. After that, Elana painstakingly shifted her body and released herself from the strong body piercings of Akram. And as soon as he managed to break free, his body rolled over sitting on the carpeted floor with gasping breaths.
Elana then stepped slowly across the room towards the large cupboards embedded almost on the entire side of the wall, filled with various kinds of clothes that Akram bought her.
The sound of a plain long nightgown that was in the top pile and directly worn. After that, Elana turned around and looked around the room before then re-located to the figure of Akram on the bed.
He does not want to be near Akram anymore.
Elana glanced towards the sofa and decided to sleep there. He stepped onto the sofa and directly slammed his body over the softness of the sofa that immediately embraced him. His body was tired and was able to hug him when he closed his eyes.
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The shocks on her shoulders made Elena startled and opened her eyes again. His mouth let out a complaint of protest because he felt he had just fallen asleep for a while and was still very sleepy. Elena opened her heavy eyes and her forehead wrinkled when she saw Akram standing hunched over the sofa with a face so close to her.
"Why are you lying here?" Akram asked in a dislike tone, his expression darkened making Elena's heart shrink.
"You pushed me all the way to the edge, so I moved from there," Elana answered honestly though the real reason for sleeping on this sofa was more because she wanted to avoid Akram's dominating physical touch.
Akram clucked as if he did not want to accept Elana's reason. The man leaned over and scooped Elana's body into his carry, bringing her back towards the bed without caring for the protest shouts that shot from Elana's lips.
"Tu.. Put me down!" Elana exclaimed in panic and thrashed as her body shook in Akram's arms along with the steps of the man carrying her.
"I'll drop. Later," Akram replied briefly with a firm tone.
And before Elana could wriggle even stronger, Akram suddenly threw her from the sling, causing Elana's body to slam into the soft bed. Elana tried to shuffle around and carried her body away from the bed, but Akram had already caught up with her and was closing in on her.
Akram ignored the rays of hatred in Elana's eyes, he lowered his head, brought his lips closer to Elana's lips and kissed her again.
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