Chapter 4 HURT ME

JADE AELYN ROSE'S POV

I awoke on black silken sheets, my eyes roamed around the grey toned bedroom trying to make sense of where I was.

"You're awake"

He said staring at me, he sat on the cushion facing the bed with a cigar lying between his plump lips.

I simply nodded, tears once again welling in my eyes

I peeked at him through my lashes, taking his outwardly features, how could someone look so Angelic but have the character of a demon

" Do you remember what happened?"

I nodded, scrunching my nose at the smoke coming from his cigar, his seemed to relish the smell, seeing how peaceful he looked

"Words Aelyn"

I bit my lips slowly and painfully, I hated him so much, he had so much power over me

His brows quirked up silently asking me why I have yet to speak

"I do"

I said softly, in a matter of hours my life had gone from the mundane to absolutely catastrophic and it was because of the blue eyed devil sitting across from me.

We fell into an awkward silence, he simply stared at me as he smoked, while I squirmed under his strong gaze , feeling a mixture of fear and anger bubbling inside me. I knew this man, this bully who was now my boss, and I despised him with every fiber of my being. The memories of his cruel taunts and demeaning remarks flooded back to me, causing a wave of pain and anguish to wash over me.

I tried to push down the memories, to block out the hurtful words that echoed in my mind. But they lingered, haunting me like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate. I felt small and powerless in his presence, knowing that he held all the power and could crush me with a simple word or gesture.

As he continued to stare at me, a cold chill ran down my spine. I knew that I was at his mercy, at the mercy of a man who took pleasure in my suffering. The thought filled me with a deep sense of despair, knowing that I was trapped in a nightmare of his making.

I felt a surge of anger rise within me, a burning rage that threatened to consume me. How could he be so callous, so heartless, to treat me with such cruelty? I wanted to scream, to lash out at him, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he had caused me.

But I knew that it would only make things worse. I had no choice but to swallow my pride, to bottle up my emotions and pretend like everything was fine. I was trapped in a toxic cycle of abuse, unable to escape and too afraid to speak up.

As I sat there, staring into the eyes of the man who tormented me, I knew that my life would never be the same. The pain and anguish he had inflicted on me had left scars that would never fully heal, a constant reminder of the torment I endured at the hands of a cruel and heartless bully.

As much I the anger course my veins, I wanted answers

Why was I the subject of his torment?

Why did he choose to make my life hurt so much ?

What had I done to him that deserved so much cruelty?

What have I ever done to him ?

"Why me?"

I finally mustered the courage to speak, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and indignation.

"Why do you enjoy making my life a living hell?"

He took a long drag from his cigarette, his icy blue eyes piercing into mine.

"Because I can,"

he replied coldly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The statement he made struck a nerve, because I was weaker than he. He tortured me so

"But why?"

I pressed, my frustration boiling over.

"What did I ever do to deserve this treatment from you?"

He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

"You're weak,"

he stated matter-of-factly.

"You're an easy target. It amuses me to see you squirm and suffer under my control."

I felt a surge of disbelief and anger wash over me. How could he be so cruel, so heartless? I had never done anything to provoke such hatred from him. I was just trying to do my job, to live my life in peace.

"I won't stand for this anymore,"

I declared, my voice rising with determination.

"I refuse to be your punching bag, your victim. I demand to be treated with respect and dignity."

He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"And who's going to make me?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice.

I clenched my fists, my resolve hardening.

"I will," I vowed, my voice steady with newfound strength. "I will stand up to you, I will fight back. I will not let you destroy me."

He studied me for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. Then, with a dismissive wave of his hand, he stood up and walked towards the door. "We'll see about that," he muttered, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the room.

As he exited, I knew that the battle had only just begun. But I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, to confront the bully who had tormented me and find the strength within myself to overcome.