The Essence Of The Darkness
Episode 8: Powerless

"The strongest position you can be in, is complete surrender."

Akram was completely unconcerned by the expression of shock that made Elana appear deathly pale. The man bent over the bed, approached like a predator who wanted to lock his prey, and made Elana increasingly inching away, but helpless because he could not run.

"You... What do you want?" Elena managed to call out her blocked voice, her hands hugging her in the chest, as a fragile shield of protection over Akram's gaze that was so sharp that it pierced her soul.

"You asked me what I want?" Akram half-chuckled, though his eyes did not imply a smile at all. "I want you."

Elana's eyes widened. The man in front of him was indeed a madman. Akram did not even cover up his horrible obsession with Elana. And this man was so arrogant, he was willing to claim what he wanted, as if Elana was a willless thing. Is this always the rule for the strong? Is it because they are strong, powerful and have a lot of wealth, they are free to destroy the respect for human rights?

"You can't do what you want! I'm not something you can have as you please, I'm human!" Elana emboldened herself to fight even though she knew her chance of winning was very small. He knew Akram was the oppressor type, the man slashed the weak mercilessly and without mercy. If Elana could not resist at all, she knew for sure that she would be suppressed by the man's power to the ground. "Humans have a personal right to their own bodies, even if you force yourself on me, my body and heart remain mine, cannot be owned by anyone else!" he stammered, expressing his point in earnest tone.

Unfortunately, Elana's sincerity seems to be completely unable to knock Akram's conscience. The man instead smiled mockingly, deliberately looking at Elana's entire body with a sensual, harassing look.

"Oh yeah? You said you had a right to your own body. But didn't I manage to have your body? Did you forget last night I could touch you all I wanted and you had absolutely no strength to resist?” Akram said coldly, his smile appeared when he saw Elana's face immediately pale to hear his words. The woman was fighting back, but Akram knew for sure that in her heart, Elana was so afraid of her.

Akram's hand moved to touch Elana's hair strands, making the woman shrivel in fear. ”Cat coward ready to claw. It turns out you still have the courage to fight me. I can't wait to tame you until you snore under my mouth." Akram hissed sensual sentences deliberately, sending signals that made Elana's body stiffen.

Hearing Akram's vulgar words, the greatness for the sake of the night of the curse appeared in Elana's mind for a moment. His body trembled half-shivering, his hands clenched while his arms grew stronger hugging himself. Akram deliberately provoked a terrible trauma that appeared in his head due to the rape that the man committed to him. It was all because Akram knew, that when Elana was drowning in fear and trauma, her mentality was getting weaker and it was getting easier to be bullied, she said, until his will to fight will be suppressed by the oppression of Akram who has no conscience.

"You won't be able to have me. You can't!" elana's breath gasped as her voice was swallowed in her throat, holding back the intense sobbing that was about to spurt out from the horror that enveloped her. "I'd rather die!" then he screamed in despair.

Unexpectedly, his last sentence was like a lighter that instantly ignited the flames of anger in Akram's soul. The man immediately attacked, rising up on the bed in full force, making Elana screech in fear when being mercilessly charged.

The man's body pressed down on the bed, his two strong hands holding both Elana's arms, while his thighs pressed firmly on the left and right sides of Elana's hips. Akram's face was dark, filled with wrath.

"Don't try to kill yourself. Don't try to do that again!" Akram hissed while bowing his head, bringing his face closer to Elana's face until their noses touched each other. "Your life is mine, Elana, I can decide when you can die,"

Akram's head immediately lowered, about to kiss the woman, but Elana moved quickly, in the second that Akram's lips almost touched Elana's lips, the woman tilted her head, dodging agile until Akram's lips only managed to land on his cheek.

Akram smiled in silence. The woman really did not know that her defiant attitude would instead make akram more obsessed with conquering her. The more Elana tried to resist him, the more Akram wanted to master it. The more Elena tried to get away from him, the more Akram wanted to unite himself.

Akram's lips then moved seductively, down the side of Elana's cheeks, then ended up in Elana's ears, exhaling hot breath there until Elana gasped with fur sitting up.

“If you dare try to kill yourself again, I swear I will stop you at the right time so that you will not die. If you attempt to commit suicide by any means, I will not grant you any mercy. I'll keep your life in agony until you beg to die. But I won't let you die, I'll knock off your hands and feet until you become an invalid woman who can't move without help. You will only be a body lying like a puppet, only functioning to satisfy my lust. And if I get bored, I'll throw you out mercilessly, and you'll only die tormented with a permanently disabled body condition once I'm done with you.”

The threatening sentence was spoken calmly, but the meaning contained within was so terrifying after being digested, leaving Elana only able to shudder in horror. Akram's body was so strong on top of his body, the man overcame him and ensured that Elana could neither move freely nor rebel. Elana felt her heart pounding hard, not because of Akram's physical closeness to her, but because her entire soul was consumed by an unspeakable horror.

Evil monsters. That is the only sentence that can describe how dark and cruel Akram heart. The threat is terrible even to imagine. What would Akram do to her if Elana tried to kill herself again? Will he break his arms and legs until he is paralyzed? Will he cut off his hands and feet?

Even to die alone, Elana had to be under the control of this man.

Frustrating tears made Elana's eyes feel hot. He held it all his might, biting his lip until it hurt. He must fight! But how? I was too intimidating, too strong to fight. And Elana did not want to cry in front of this evil man because it was the same as showing her weakness to the monster. Elana bit her lips tightly, holding back the turbulent tears and sobs that pressed her chest until it felt tight. As much as she could she held back her tears.

Akram himself seemed to be indifferent to the turbulent emotions within Elana's soul, while Elana's still weak body was completely powerless to resist Akram's so fit strength on it.

“You certainly don't want that until I make you permanently invalid, do you? If that happens, to move, to stand or even to urinate, you need the help of my servants, and you will be completely dependent on the kindness of my heart,” Aslan grinned, saying, it seemed good to imagine his last words. “And I certainly prefer you to obey so that I do not need to be forced to paralyze your hands and feet to discipline you.” Akram gifted a kiss in the groove between Elana's neck and shoulders, biting back on the soft skin surface there seductively. “I don't like making love with dolls who can only lie down when I'm satisfied. I prefer to make love to a woman who can use her arms to scratch me when I give her satisfaction, I prefer to satisfy myself with a woman who can wrap her legs around my waist when I unite myself with her.”

Elana's cheeks were reddish upon hearing Akram's vulgar words. At once, he forgot his hand which was still sore and wrung, forgetting the other hand which was still connected to the infusion tube, Elena moved her hands to push the man's chest away. A wasted movement because Akram's body was as solid as a rock so hard and could not be shifted at all.

The violent and sudden movements he made ended fatally. The hose of the infusion was forcefully removed, creating a whack of pain along with the seepage of blood on the back of his hand. And in his other hand, the rough movement on his wrist made the fragile stitches that were still not dry completely open again, shedding fresh blood that directly soaked the clean white bandage.

Elana complained of the pain from the pain that immediately bit on both hands. And Akram immediately lifted his body to see what was happening.

Akram's eyes widened when he saw both hands of Elana who were both injured, then turned towards Elana's face that turned deathly pale.

Meanwhile, Elana's gaze began to twitch, as if everything around her had turned hazy and blurry, enveloped by glittering dots floating in a swirling motion around her. Then the dark came back to embrace Elana, making her lose her consciousness completely.

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When Elana opened her eyes again, her head felt very dizzy. He blinked his eyes many times to decipher his blurred vision, but what appeared in front of him were only faint swirling shadows, making him feel even more nauseous.

“Pelan-pelan. You bled a lot earlier because your stitches were open,”

That calm voice made Elana gasp. He narrowed his eyes, trying to hold back the turbulent unpleasant taste in his body and turned his head towards the source of the sound. His heart immediately beat in horror when it realized that the monster, Akram Night, was sitting on a chair close to his bed, watching him with his piercing hazel eyes.

Elana tried to move her hand to touch her aching head, but she frowned confusedly when she realized that her arm could not be moved. Elana lowered her head to look at her hands, and her eyes widened when she realized that both of her hands were tied to the iron that was fencing the side of the hospital bed.

His infused hand was tied tightly on with something that looked like an extremely strong satin black ribbon on the wrist. Meanwhile, his hand, which has stitches due to incisions, is tied firmly in the arm, approaching his elbow with a bond that is equally strong as well.

“I bind you myself, lest you act foolishly and injure yourself intentionally.” Akram squinted. “Other times, if you do the same stupidity again, I won't be this kind of hearted by just tying you up. I will instantly sever the nerves of your hands and feet so that your arms and legs will be paralyzed incurable,” he threatened with a horrible dark tone.

Elana let out a long sigh, her body half shivering as the terrifying threat pierced into her soul, leaving her filled with a great deal of horror.

This man was truly a heartless monster. He did not cover up his cruel and evil attitude. And Akram certainly did not just bully when threatening Elana with unforgiving cruelty. If Elana dared to rebel against the man, it was certain that Akram would completely paralyze him helplessly.

Elana had no choice, did she? Being imprisoned but still having strength over his own body was clearly better than being an invalid figure who could only rely on others. Familiar with evil did not give Elana a choice.

Akram moved and stood on the edge of the bed, while Elana, who was bound helplessly on the bed, was unable to push herself away, only able to look at Akram with wide-eyed vigilance.

“Does your residence mean you intend to obey?” Akram asked with a vile cold grin. The man sat on the edge of the bed, then spit his fingers into Elana's cheeks.

Instantly Elana turned her face away, making an evil smile unravel on Akram's lips. The man removed his touch from Elana's cheek, then moved to open the black suit he was wearing, throwing it at the chair beside the hospital bed.

Throughout Akram's movements, Elana tried to hold on, staring at Akram with widened eyes full of fear mixed with caution, and Akram himself also returned to staring at Elana sharply with a defiant smile, as if deliberately pitting the power of the heart with Elana.

“You.... What do you want.?” panicked and half screaming. This guy won't do ‘itu’ inside the hospital treatment room, right? What if the nurses or doctors enter the room? And also, isn't Elana still sick? Was that man so unmerciful that he forced Elana when Elana was sick like this?

"You still want to ask?" asked Akram in a harsh mocking tone.

And when the man touched his lips to Elana's lips, treating her as he pleased without permission, Elana could only close her eyes with a turbulent feeling in her soul.

Angry, humiliated, sad, hurt, all those emotions roiled in his heart, making a single drop of frustrating tears trickling down irresistibly, wetting his cheeks

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