The Essence Of The Darkness
Episode 60: Regrets

The threatening statement was uttered with bitter tone full of cruelty, until Elana raised her head and looked at Akram in horror.

"A... What do you mean, Akram?" elana asked nervously. A bad feeling crept into his mind, stirring up the faint pain running along his spine.

Akram... want to take innocent Nolan as a hostage to hold his freedom?

Akram grinned. This time the man seemed to not want to hold back his anger anymore, making his growl as he spoke sounded even more terrifying.

"Do I need to explain to you how attractive the offer Xavier gave you? He gave you a tempting offer, didn't he?" Akram moved forward, half bent over Elana and clutched his hands on the sides of Elana's left and right shoulders and then rubbed them slightly. "A new life without me, a new life full of freedom, gaining a new identity, and the guarantee of protection from my reach. Is that what you want, huh?" Akram exclaimed furiously in a terrible blaze of emotions.

"You... You know what?" elana's eyes gnawed in shock. Didn't think that Akram already knew his lie.

So...is that what caused Akram to be so angry since this morning?

"Now that I know, you just confessed? What's really on your mind, Elana? Have you been hoping to escape and get away from me all this time? After everything I've done for you? After all the attention I gave just to you?" akram's strong fingers gripping Elana's shoulders tighten until it hurts. "Is that what you were taught as a child? Ah, I forgot, you're an orphan who doesn't have parents to teach you, it's worth it that you grew up to be an ungrateful person!"

The tone of voice in Akram's sentence was so thick with the humiliation that it was meant to hurt Elana. Elana's red cheeks went out when the sentence felt piercing and tore her pride so she could not hold her hand swaying and slapped Akram's cheek as hard as she could.

"Know thank you? What do you think I should do as a woman who is raped, held captive and held captive by your oppressive arrogance? Should I thank you for that? Do I have to thank you because you, an Akram Night, are willing to use my body as a property to satisfy your lust? Do I have to thank you for using me like a cheap woman with no self-respect?" elana's eyes were wet with tears while her breath was stingy withholding emotions as she shook and stammered in a trembling voice she tried to continue her sentence.

"I have my own life, I have my own future plans and my own ideal dreams. I want to form a simple little family in the future, no need to be rich but can be happy with a husband who loves me, also the children who become my most valuable treasure. Then you suddenly came in, pushed in, took me from it all, shattered all my dreams, then threw me to the lowest point on your bed as your toy! Which woman would thank you for all that?" elana shouted at Akram's accusation, expressing all the turbulent feelings in her soul.

Unfortunately, Elana's anger even further ignited the embers of Akram's anger until it exploded, turning into insuperable wrath. The man violently opened the soundproof barrier between the passenger seat and the driver's seat, then asked the driver to get out of the car. Afterwards, Akram returned to Elana's side and gripped the woman more firmly than he should have, losing control due to an outpouring of anger that burned her from within.

"I never treated you like a toyr! I have always treated you like someone I love! Even though I never said it, did you not notice it at all? Whether even a single drop, you never felt. " Akram's voice stuck in the throat, making the man stop his sentence.

Akram's own expression looked dangerously dark as the man again hissed his threatening sentence. Her eyes pierced Elana with a cruel intent that made Elana tremble in fear without being held back.

"You seem pretty obsessed with thinking of yourself as my toy. Alrighty! I'll show you how I treat my toys, until when I'm done, you'll know the difference and be grateful for how special I've been to you!"

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When Akram released himself, Elana's body immediately shifted aside and curled up in the farthest corner of the man. His cheeks were wet with tears while his hands moved to embrace himself, resisting the shaking of his body that was trembling by the loud sobs that would not stop.

His appearance is really not funny.. The man was really showing rough treatment and treating Elana like a lowly woman taken from the streets

Now, what else could be Elana's strength to raise her head and look at Akram with pride? The man had cruelly trampled on her, crushing her to the point that Elana really felt humbled to the lowest.

Akram frowned deeply, trying to neutralize his own breath. Now that he had vented his anger on Elana's body, doing something very regrettable afterwards, his anger vanished without a trace and his heart felt hollow and empty. It was as if a gigantic hand had reached into it, then snatched away its heart with a painful, violent gesture.

Akram never felt like this before. However, he could understand this feeling well. A piercing foreign taste that left him claustrophobic. A sense of regret.

Akram does not intend to treat Elana as harsh as that, but regret always comes too late and Akram has already forced back his will and injured the fragile body of Elana that should have been created to be loved.

Akram slowly grazed back his suit that was thrown just like that on the floor of the car. His gaze hesitated as he looked at Elana who was curled up behind him in the corner of the car, as if the stretch of distance from this passenger seat was still less far for Elana to stay away from Akram.

Akram approached slowly, then wrapped his coat over Elana's shoulder to cover her torn clothes. His heart ached when he found Elana's body immediately tiptoed because of her touch, as if she was terrified of being touched by him.

"I'm sorry" Akram whispered in a raucous voice, voicing an apology from deep in his heart.

Elana flinched, the woman remained in her original position, curled her back to Akram without even turning her head to look at Akram's face.

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Given the condition of Elana and also the trip back to the apartment from the suburban area that still requires travel time for several hours, Akram finally asks the driver to drive them to one of the hotels under the auspices of Night Coorperation which happens to be located close to the suburbs.

Special services are certainly provided to the owner of the company, with the hotel manager who welcomed the special private elevator door that was directly directed to the presidential suite area on the first floor covered by the top of the hotel.

Elana does not refuse when Akram holds her in a sling and takes her through the elevator to enter the hotel room. However, when the two of them had entered the closed hotel room, Elana immediately thrashed out of Akram's grip, asking to be taken down from the sling and immediately stepped back away as soon as she set her foot on the thick hotel carpet.

Elana immediately tiptoed to hear the sound of Akram's call, as if being struck by fire. His body reflexively leapt back to dodge, while his hands moved hugging his own body, as if wanting to protect himself from Akram's attacks.

When Akram freezes seeing Elana's reaction to her, Elana immediately takes the opportunity to turn her body around, then runs towards the bathroom door and slams the door shut as a protective boundary between herself and Akram.

Leaning against the bathroom door, Elana's body fell to the floor and she curled up with a heart so terribly sick. Elana's arms moved around hugging her knees, while her head was submerged there, holding her body violently shaken by the flooding cries without being held back.

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I stood in front of the bathroom door. His forehead was propped up there, while both palms held onto the bathroom door helplessly.

Elana's cry was so loud that the sound of her stuffing could be heard piercing through the bathroom door, all the way to Akram's ear and directly piercing into his soul. Each sobbing sound of the woman pounded Akram violently, even more painful than the loudest slap Elana could give with her hand.

A long time later, Akram was still standing in the same spot, waiting for Elana who was still crying, while she deliberately whacked herself with the torment of guilt. Then, when the sobs could no longer be heard and silence suddenly stretched in there, Akram's heart was pounding as he thought of the worst possibility that Elana could do in there.

There was a mirror in the bathroom, what if Elana did as recklessly as she used to when she forced her will on the woman, then once again attempted suicide by slashing his veins using a mirror fragment?

Akram immediately sharpened his ears, trying to listen to the instructions from inside there, whether the sound of movement, whether the sound of broken glass, whether any sound that could be captured by his ears.

But he couldn't hear anything.

Anxiously, Akram hits the bathroom door with his fist. Banging it hard to catch Elana's attention in there.

"Elana! Don't try to hurt yourself" Akram exclaimed in a threatening voice. "You must remember that your sister's life is in my hands. If you hurt yourself, I will make your sister's life suffer in this world!" Akram is forced to use threats to subdue Elana. For her, it was better for them to live together even if she was to be hated by the woman, than to have to endure a life of her own with Elana who committed suicide leaving her alone in this world.

Silent. There was no sound from the bathroom, leaving Akram stricken with panic beyond measure.

There was no other way but to smash the door that was blocking them both. Akram finally moves to prepare his gun. But, in the second he was about to pull out a gun to shoot at the bathroom door, suddenly the sound of a water shower was lit, signaling that Elana was still conscious and fine inside there.

Akram let out a long sigh, once again leaning his head on the bathroom door with mixed feelings. Afterwards, realizing that it was still some time until Elana finished cleaning herself, Akram moved away from the door and stepped up to open the minibar door available inside the five-star hotel. The shelves contained in the minibar have been filled with various types of drinks that are tailored to their tastes.

Akram took the brandy, filled the crystal glass available in his hand with ice cubes, then poured the brandy into the glass, wiggling the glass so that the cold shades of ice blend with the golden brandy. Afterwards, Akram took a sip of the cold brandy desperately. He then stepped onto the large sofa located near the bed, leaning his head against the back of the sofa and sticking the dewy brandy glass to his forehead, it was as if in doing so he could cool his hot, dizzy head.

Shortly after, the bathroom door opened and Elana stepped out with wet hair and a damp body. Elana's eyes look puffy but now the woman is no longer crying.

Akram immediately put a brandy glass to the table and rushed to stand up, blocking the steps of Elana who was about to go to bed.

Instantly Elana dodged, stepping to the side to pass through Akram's body without coming into contact with him. Akram's hand, unwilling to accept rejection, moves to capture Elana, but the woman continues to wrangle and rebel, making Akram sigh long and finally forced to use his strength to embrace Elana's body from behind and hug her tightly.

"No!" Elana screamed while her fragile hands tried to escape from Akram's embrace free of charge, because of course the strength of a petite woman does not seem to be comparable to the strength of Akram whose body is much stronger than him. "No!. Untie me.. Don't touch me!" Elana exclaimed with a stammering voice mixed with sobs. There was fear rolling in her tone that once again rained down on Akram with guilt.

"No! Nah! I will not let you go" Akram said softly but firmly, his hands moving closer and closer to her body, while his head sank in Elana's hair, trying to calm her from her panic. "I won't let you go Elana, won't. You've dropped me into a torturous deep hole and I decided to keep you with me there, you and me, we drowned together. I'll never let you go. You hear that? You'll be stuck with me, be mine, forever!" Akram muttered full of promise in Elana's ear, trying to make the woman understand that no matter how hard she struggled and tried to escape, Elana would still end up in her embrace.

Then Elana's body melted as Akram's indisputable words penetrated into her heart. All his resistance efforts went extinct already, making all the energy flowing in his body disappear as if dilolosi.

Elana will definitely fall to the floor if Akram does not hold her in his arms. And in that very second, Elana's cries broke again, sobbing loudly like a lost child and losing her parents.

"Shh. don't cry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry little cat," Akram kissed Elana's temple, turned the woman's body into her arms, then lifted her into a sling and carried her to the bed.

Elana laid her body behind her, while she infiltrated the woman's back, pulling Elana so that Elana's back was docked to her chest, trapping Elana's legs with her feet, then he put his arm under Elana's arm to hold her tightly in his arms.

Elana continued to cry shedding her feelings, until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Akram felt Elana's slow body in his embrace and realized that Elana's breathing had gone up and down regularly in his chest. His issue had faded even with his tears that had stopped flowing. Akram's hand moved wiping Elana's tears, wetting her finger with the woman's outpouring of grief. Akram's eyes closed, sinking his head into the warmth of Elana's body, inhaling the woman's sweet scent to calm himself.

Elana always thought of him as a cruel-hearted criminal who continuously forced his will upon her. Didn't Elana realize that when Elana was crying, Akram's heart was crying too?

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