The Forbidden Daffodil ✅ (Paperback Available)

Chapter 4

All the colors out there turned grey when he appeared. The clumsiness reached my central nervous system and my eyes bored into those dark orbs. My freedom is wrapped in a dark cocoon making the stage of life like a never-ending pupa. A butterfly died desperately to come up with her new wings. A dream of wings crashed beneath the desires and lust. Every part of my soul screamed a single name when the body was marked as his. A dreadful memory, a longing love, a life full of spring, all gathered up to sacrifice themselves. The winter never passed away to welcome the spring. It kept on giving coldness. I kept on losing my leaves as they had dried in the hope of receiving some new ones in the future. But spring never came. I sealed myself in the dark box to avoid a little number of rays as hoped. I fell for the darkness as if they were constant. The luxury of life only brought broken dreams and shattered pieces of hope. I didn’t dare to open Pandora’s Box. I wasn’t curious anymore because someone did that before me and left the box on my lap. The box had hope too but before it could reach me, it was closed again.

I dared not to look beyond the horizon. I stopped walking down the same path. I dared not to let out a scream. I dared not to love. I count my days the way the clock counts the time. It is bound to count, and so do I. I see the same ceiling every day but now I don’t pray. I stopped praying for wellness, for the life I was offered. I stopped praying for time to pass fast. I stopped my mind, caged my soul, and dragged my body into the same prison which was offered. I expect no one to pull me, no one to push me. I expect no memories to be engraved, no moments to be blurred. Pessimistic, Optimistic, I want none of those options to come forward. I don’t want my every cell to be screaming the pleasurable noise that someone could enjoy. I want my body to deteriorate more into a corpse to lose its value. But I won’t pray, I don’t wish. I am away from every sign of mortality that could make me look into my situation. Because I don’t want to.

He entered the room dressed in his signature black Gucci business suit. The room was big enough to hold a king-size bed, a large mirror on the wall, and a minibar. It has a closet stuffed with plenty of expensive garments. The man looked at the girl sitting on the bed in a beige-colored dress. He walked towards her while losing the knot of the tie. She was resting her back on the headboard extending both of her legs forward. A light smile appeared on his face when brought himself near her resting form. She didn’t avert her gaze, rather she kept on looking in his direction. He threw the tie on the couch and got rid of her coat. He walked towards the closet to keep it hanging but she didn’t turn her face. She looked straight in the same direction where he was standing a few seconds back. As if he was still standing there all in his proud tall feature. Within a certain time, he came out to reach the spot on the bed where her petite was assembled. He leaned forward near her face and looked into her eyes. Moving near her ear he sniffled like a dog.

“Not even a single gasp? Am I becoming that dull, Sweetheart?”

He leaned more and placed his mouth near her neck while licking a single spot continuously. She remained still in her position. Neither words nor whimpers, nothing came out of her mouth.

“Don’t I excite you anymore? I am so hurt.” He wet his lips before grabbing her face in his large palm while looking at her face.

She was looking at her with the same expression but didn’t open her mouth.

“Is there anyone who is exciting you nowadays? Tell me.” He grabbed her face with a little more pressure.

“No.” A whisper came out making him relax.

“See, that’s so easy, love.” He pulled her down to hover over her body. She didn’t resist but dared not to open her again.

“I am getting bored of you nowadays. Do something love. Make me fall for you again.” He rasped and pulled her dress down to expose her collarbone and breast area. Her pale skin was exciting him like anything.