I know your Future || English-Version

5.

Pov Akina:

Three Weeks Later

I was startled out from a terrible nightmare. My room was pitch dark, except for a few candles burning on the wall near the door.

In the dim candlelight, I saw Douma next to me. I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though the incident with the men who had beaten me happened three weeks ago, the thought of it still kept me from sleeping peacefully.

I sat up and wiped the tears from my face.

"Did you have another nightmare, little dove?" Douma suddenly asked.

I nodded as he also sat up and held me in his arms.

"It still doesn't let me sleep peacefully."

I felt tears streaming down my face again.

"Don't let it trouble your pretty little head. What you see every day will never happen. No one here would dare to do that, regardless of whether they hate me or you. Those who know what I am are afraid of me, and for that reason, they wouldn't dare to harm you again. And if someone does, I'll personally send them to hell."

Douma held me tight and kissed my forehead.

"Douma, those men said something about you that keeps me awake at night. I don't want to believe it, but it won't leave me. Please tell me they were lying."

"I've told you many times not to beg me. But whatever those scumbags tried to tell you was just to manipulate you."

"They said that I'm just one of many women who have lived with you for a while, only for you to kill them out of boredom."

"All those women were a complete waste of time. I never felt anything that made me happy with any of them, except for the moment they lay dead before me. But with you, it's different. You knew me before I took you in."

Douma grabbed my chin and dug his nails into my skin.

"I never want to hear you worry about whether I love you. My answer will always be the same: As long as I don't lose my head to the damned demon slayers or die in the sun and reach hell, I will love you and, if necessary, protect you even from Muzan. But I don't want you to beg me again. Do you understand?"

I nodded as thick tears ran down my cheeks because Douma's claws were digging deeper into my skin.

"Tell me you understand!"

"You're hurting me," I said, hoping he would let go of me.

He drew my face closer to his and looked deeply into my eyes as if he wanted to see into my soul. His gaze was icy and hard.

"Do you understand?"

Every word sounded compressed and deadly serious.

"I understand. Now let me go."

Douma did so and stared intensely at my lips. He shoved me backward so that I lay on my back.

Before I could sit up again, he was on top of me and kissing my neck. He knew that I didn't really want it, but it didn't seem to bother him much. In an instant, the clothes we were wearing had disappeared.

However, I couldn't enjoy it because Douma was more aggressive and rough than usual.

"If I've done something wrong, you can just tell me," I gasped as Douma became so rough that it hurt.

He didn't answer but pressed my hand deep into the pillow.

"You always tell me that you won't let anyone hurt me, yet you hurt me the most without even realizing it," I said accusingly.