The ride home was shrouded in an uncomfortable silence. But beneath the surface, I was consumed by a sense of dread. My newly minted husband's gaze sent shivers down my spine - his eyes seemed to bore into me with a primal intensity, as if he wanted to devour me whole.

As we finally arrived at our destination, the driver stepped out to open my door, but Adrik's voice cut through the air, low and menacing. "Close it," he growled, his eyes glinting with a sinister light in the dimly lit interior of the car.

I felt a chill run down my spine as Adrik's gaze locked onto mine, his pupils seeming to bore into my very soul. The air in the car grew thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken threats.

"Why did you refuse to say 'I do'?" Adrik asked, his tone dripping with malice, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Why did you humiliate me in front of all those people?"

I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat, frozen in fear. I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain, to justify my actions. "I...I...you had a gun to my mom's head," I stammered, the memory still seared into my mind like a branding iron.

Adrik's expression twisted into a snarl, his lips curling back from his teeth. "That was just a little motivation," he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You should be grateful I didn't hurt her. You should be grateful I didn't hurt you."

I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead, my heart racing with fear. I knew I had to tread carefully, to avoid triggering Adrik's notorious temper. "I'm sorry," I whispered, trying to placate him. "I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't hurt me or my mom."

Adrik's expression softened slightly, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Good girl," he purred, his voice dripping with condescension.

I felt a wave of dread wash over me, my heart sinking with the realization of what I had gotten myself into. I was trapped, caught in a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. And Adrik, my husband, was the monster who held the keys to my prison. Now, my love," Adrik said, his voice dripping with malice, "I'm going to our room. And I don't want to get there before you. If I do... just pray you survive." He paused, his eyes glinting with a sinister light, before exiting the car and leaving me shaken and bewildered.

I sat frozen in terror for a moment, my mind reeling from the implicit threat. But then, with a surge of adrenaline, I scrambled to exit the car. My hands trembled as I grasped the door handle, and my feet tangled as I tried to step out. I tumbled to the ground, landing face-first on the cold, hard asphalt.

A searing pain shot through my nose, and I could feel warm blood dripping down my face. I groggily lifted my head, my vision blurry from the impact. But I knew I couldn't stay there. I had to get to our room before Adrik.

With a Herculean effort, I dragged myself to my hands and knees. My nose throbbed, my head spun, and my body screamed in protest. But I pushed on, driven by a primal fear of what Adrik might do if I didn't reach our room before him.

I began to crawl up the stairs, each step a agonizing torment. my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I had to reach it.

As I struggled to crawl up the stairs, my broken leg throbbing with every movement, I reached the seventh step. With a Herculean effort, I tried to heave myself up, but my leg buckled beneath me. I landed hard on the step, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through my entire body.

A little scream tore through my throat, a sound that was both primal and involuntary. I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the cry, but it was too late. The sound had already echoed through the hallway, a stark testament to my pain and fear.

As I lay there, my leg pulsating with agony, I couldn't help but wonder if Adrik had heard my scream. Would he come to investigate, or would he simply wait for me to drag myself to our room? The uncertainty was almost too much to bear, even the worst human Don't deserve the type of pain.

As I lay there, my broken leg throbbing in agony, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. Tears streamed down my face, hot and unstoppable, as I surrendered to the overwhelming pain and fear.

My mind began to wander, consumed by memories of how Adrik and I met. I couldn't help but wonder what Adrik wanted from me, why he had chosen me, and what his ultimate goal was. Was it just control, power, and possession, or was there something more sinister at play?

As my thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion and fear, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. The pain, the tears, and the exhaustion had finally taken their toll. I decided to rest for a while, to gather what little strength I had left, before attempting to move again. But even as I drifted off into a fitful sleep, I knew that I couldn't stay there for long. Adrik would be waiting for me, and I had to be prepared to face him.

As I succumbed to exhaustion, sleep finally claimed me, wrapping me in its dark, comforting shroud. But instead of the cold, hard stairs beneath me, I felt something soft and plush. I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or how I got there.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with an unsettling sight. Adrik's face was inches from mine, his eyes boring into me with an unnerving intensity. I felt a jolt of fear, my heart racing as I struggled to process what was happening.

But before I could react, Adrik's voice whispered in my ear, his tone low and menacing. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But Adrik's gaze seemed to bore into my very soul, and I felt myself being pulled back into the darkness, unable to resist his command.

As I slowly emerged from the fog of sleep, I was greeted by the soft voice of a maid. "Ma'am, ma'am, wake up," she whispered, her gentle tone a stark contrast to the menacing voice that had haunted my dreams.

I opened my eyes to find a kindly-faced woman smiling at me, her eyes warm with concern. I looked at her confused, trying to remember where I was and how I got there. But her gentle smile put me at ease, and I felt my tense muscles begin to relax.

As I sat up in bed, I noticed a wheelchair positioned beside me, and my gaze fell upon my leg, which was now encased in a shiny new cast. I felt a surge of memories flood back, and I winced as I recalled the painful events of the previous day.

The maid seemed to sense my distress and moved closer, her hands hovering over me as if to offer comfort. "Don't worry, ma'am," she said softly. "I'm here to help you get ready for breakfast."

The maid's expression turned solemn as she delivered the news. "Mr. Molchalins stepped out early this morning, so you'll be having your breakfast alone," she said, her voice neutral.

I felt a mix of emotions: relief that I wouldn't have to face Adrik's menacing presence, but also anxiety about being alone and vulnerable. I looked at the maid, my eyes pleading with her to allow me to have breakfast in the safety of my room. "Please, can I have it here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The maid hesitated, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for permission or guidance. She seemed to be weighing her options, unsure of how to respond. The silence stretched out, becoming almost unbearable.

But finally, after what felt like an eternity, she nodded, her expression softening. "Okay, ma'am," she said quietly. "I'll bring your breakfast here."

As I lay in bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me. The events of the previous day still felt like a nightmare, and I couldn't help but wonder what the day ahead held.

Just then, I heard the sound of the door creaking open. I turned to see the maid entering the room, a look of concern etched on her face. "Ma'am, I need to help you get ready for the day," she said softly.

I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over me. I have been asked to pack your bags and get you ready for your flight. I stared at the maid, my mind reeling with confusion. "Flight?" I repeated, my voice shaking slightly. "What flight? Where am I going?"

The maid's expression turned hesitant, and she glanced around the room nervously before responding. "I...I'm not entirely sure, ma'am," she admitted. "Mr. Molchalins gave me instructions to pack your bags and have you ready to leave at a moment's notice. He said something about a trip to the countryside, but I don't know any more than that."

I felt a surge of unease at her words. A trip to the countryside? With Adrik? I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. As the private plane soared through the skies.

I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and shame that had been weighing on me since I left the mansion. I thought about the kind maid who had helped me get ready, who had packed my bags and assisted me onto the plane. And yet, I had never even bothered to ask her name.

I felt a pang of regret and embarrassment. How could I have been so thoughtless and rude? The maid had been nothing but kind and helpful to me, and I had repaid her by not even showing enough interest to learn her name.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but sneak glances at the man sitting next to me. Adrik, my husband. His eyes were fixed intently on his laptop screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. He hadn't even acknowledged my presence since we boarded the plane.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at him. Adrik was a man who commanded respect, who inspired fear. His presence was imposing, his eyes seeming to bore into my very soul.

I tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, refusing to be silenced. I was trapped, trapped in a marriage with a man who seemed to take pleasure in my fear. And now, as we soared through the skies, I was completely at his mercy.

My heart racing, I turned my gaze back to the window, trying to lose myself in the clouds below. But I couldn't shake the feeling that Adrik's eyes were on me, watching me, waiting for me to make a wrong move.

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