Page 79 of Grotesque Love
His timing is suspect. Why is he in her room in the early hours? It’s not time for her medication or breakfast yet, so why is he here? The change to their usual routine makes my body tense as I watch helplessly.
With only a few minutes until sunrise, I’m restricted by the magic that binds us. All I can do is watch, from my perch outside her bedroom window, as the first rays of morning light touch the sky and the magic floods my body in a series of tingles that slowly turn my ancient form back to stone.
If he knows she’s left her room, he’ll be enraged, and I’m afraid of what that will mean for Ari. Carver is unstable. Years of watching the Lord of the Manor break his toys, with a twisted relish, has nervous dread swirling inside my stomach.
Could I fight the bonds that lock me in place and free myselfto save Ari if she needed me? I’d like to think I’m strong enough if the need arose…but at what cost?
Carver shakes Ari awake by the shoulder and proceeds to force her to take her pills early, but why? She doesn’t need any of it.
She was getting better when he was away from the estate, finally facing her grief, and she didn’t need to take medication. I worry now that she’ll go back to the way things were before, and I don’t want to lose her to that fog again.
To my surprise, once Ari swallows the medication, Carver tucks her back into bed. Ari never speaks once. I never noticed before how silent she’s always been around him. I assumed it was a side effect of her pills but now it’s impossible to ignore. It’s him. It’s what he does to her.
He stands watch over her for a few moments before leaving. As soon as the door closes, Ari’s eyes fly to meet mine and she gives me a look of such longing, of such desperation, that my heart breaks.
We stare at one another helplessly for several minutes, or maybe an eternity, before whatever medication he’s forced past her lips makes its way into her system and her eyes become glazed. Slowly, she slips away from me, and falls into a deep slumber.
Hours pass in silence but the agitation in me grows. There’s a feeling in the pit of my stomach, a sense of…wrongness about the way in which Ari is sleeping. It’s not natural. There are no whispered words, no tossing and turning, no nightmares. She’s sleepingtoodeeply.
It’s late morning when the door to Ari’s bedchamber opens once more, and the Lord of the Manor creeps back in, closing the door behind him. He calls Ari softly, but she doesn’t stir. Instead of being concerned, a slow serpentine grin stretches across his face.
The unrest within me intensifies, rising like a tidal wave that’s right on thecrest of breaking.
Carver approaches Ari’s bed with a predatory gleam in his eyes and my stone heart pounds, aching with the knowledge of what is about to transpire. The air in the room thickens with tension as Carver leans over Ari, his hot breath ghosting over her sleeping form.
Inside my stone cage I’m screaming, fighting, beating my fists…anything to try and wake her, to prevent what is about to happen.
In a sudden burst of movement, Carver’s hand snakes out to grab Ari’s wrist, his grip tight and possessive. Even from my distance I can see that he’s going to leave a bruise.
My blood boils. How dare he mark what’s ours?
Ari barely stirs, a faint furrow marring her brow as she resists the intrusion of her dreams. But Carver is relentless, seeming satisfied with her sluggish slow response as he strips back the covers.
He reaches out and almost reverently lifts her nightgown, exposing her beautiful body to his greedy eyes.
Once she’s bared to him, he runs a single fingertip along her thigh, from knee to hip bone, before pushing her legs apart. He reaches down and pinches her nipple, twisting it as he palms his cock through his trousers.
When I am free of this prison, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to choke the life out of him for laying hands on her, for all the times he’s touched her without her permission. But first, I need to find a way to ensure we’ll still be there to protect her.
I watch, horrified as he crawls between her legs and buries his face in her sweet pussy, devouring her as if it was his right. She barely acknowledges the touch, something I’m thankful for as she’s saved from knowing what he does to her body.
He finally pulls back, kneeling between her spread thighs before unbuttoning his trousers and taking himself in his hand.
Every fibre of my being screams in protest, a silent roar of defiance that reverberates against the window and through the still room. I strain against the magical bonds that hold me captive, desperate to intervene, to protect the one I hold dear. ButI am powerless, nothing more than a silent observer to this heinous act.
I thought I was strong enough to break the bonds. For her. For love.
But I’m not.
I’m forced to observe as he touches her, fingers brushing over her skin lightly, her stomach, breasts, thighs, while he gets himself off on the sight of her sleeping and spread out before him.
He grunts, and I pray he finishes quickly. A fire ignites within me, fierce and unyielding. I may be stone on the outside, but my resolve is unbreakable. Hewillpay for this.
Inside my prison, I can only watch and listen as Carver’s actions wreak havoc on my little dove. My love. My heart clenches with every grunt, my soul screaming at the injustice of it all. The woman I have sworn to protect is being violated by a monstrous man, and my inability to stop the desecration leaves me hollow and empty. With one last lustful groan, he paints her with his spend, marking her body with his evil.
Time seems to slow to an agonising crawl as the scene continues to play out before me. He scoops up some of his cum on two fingers before rubbing it on her pussy, pushing it into her slit with a twisted grin.
He climbs off the bed, and I pray he’s done. But he isn’t. And I watch as he moves to the head of the bed, turning her head gently before using his thumb to push her chin down and part her lips.