Dark Seduction

Chapter 7 : Rituals of Despair

Several days passed in silence, just him glancing looks at me, i behaved as he wanted me to, i didn't bother him and he didn't tortured me either. It felt like he was searching for a reason to punish me since i was obedient he didn't do anything.

After that dreadful night's bite i couldn't imagine what more dangerous things would have happened to me and also I didn't have the energy to be punished again or be a blood drink for him. Just thinking of, that my single mistake will make someone drench blood out of me as a punishment for myself and a satisfaction for him.

The desire to break free from his mansion and his control gnawed at me relentlessly. Despite the necessity of obeying him to avoid his wrath, the urgency of my escape plan overshadowed any fear of consequences.

Every moment spent under his roof fueled my determination to find a way out, pushing me to devise cunning schemes and strategies to outsmart him and secure my freedom once and for all.

As the silence stretched between us, a growing unease settled in the air like a heavy fog.

Then, one fateful day, I stumbled upon him in the midst of eerie preparations, surrounded by an array of knives of various sizes and shapes. The sight sent shivers down my spine, filling me with a bone-deep dread as I realized the gravity of the situation.

His intentions became chillingly clear, and I knew I had to escape carefully if I hoped to survive whatever dark ritual he had planned.

One day him absent for the night, I seized the opportunity to explore my surroundings, searching for any means of escape. My quest led me to the depths of the basement, hinting at secrets lurking in the darkness.

The sight in the basement was a nightmare come to life, a scene straight out of a horror story. Crows and black cats, symbols of darkness and omens of ill fortune, were cruelly confined within cages, their cries echoing off the cold stone walls.

The smell of blood hung heavy in the air, threatening to overwhelm me as I fled back to the safety of my room, the horrifying image burned into my mind like a brand.

The realization of the true extent of his sinister intentions sent waves of nausea crashing over me, leaving me shaken to the core.

Terror gripped me as I grappled with the realization of the darkness lurking within him. Questions swirled in my mind like a tempest, each one more terrifying than the last.

What kind of creature was he, and what other horrors lay hidden beneath his facade of normalcy? I was utterly clueless about the true extent of the dangers surrounding him, but one thing was certain: I had to escape, and I had to do it swiftly, before it was too late.

Every instinct screamed at me to flee, to put as much distance between myself and that malevolent presence as humanly possible.

The ghastly scene in the basement ignited a storm of terrifying thoughts in my mind. In the wake of witnessing such horror, my imagination ran wild with possibilities, each one more horrifying than the last.

Was he preparing the crows and black cats for sacrificial rituals, or did his intentions run even darker, perhaps involving the consumption of their blood for some unspeakable purpose? The chilling possibilities cast a shadow over my every thought, leaving me paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.

Alone in the confines of my room, a glimmer of hope pierced the darkness as I glimpsed him through the window, departing in his car. Relief washed over me like a cleansing tide, the sight of his departure creating a temporary emptiness in the space around me. With each passing moment, the distance between us grew, lifting the heavy weight of fear that had settled upon my shoulders. His absence offered a fleeting opportunity for respite, a chance to gather my courage and plan my escape from the shadowy confines of his mansion.

After a while i took out Emilyn's diary out to read further to get some more insight about adrain if possible.

I started reading further," I As a dressmaker, the rhythm of my life was woven with threads of creativity and passion. The day Adrian stumbled into my shop marked a turning point, a collision of two worlds on seemingly divergent paths.
Despite the rough edges of our initial encounter, there was an undeniable magnetism in his presence that drew me in. From the moment his gaze met mine, I found myself ensnared by the allure of his charms, a realization that unfolded with each passing moment in his captivating presence.

As Adrian perused the offerings in my shop, his gaze lingering on the array of fabrics and designs, I guided him towards the men's section, where an assortment of tailcoats awaited. Each garment whispered of elegance and sophistication, but it was the perfect black tailcoat that seemed to call out to him.

As Adrian followed me through the shop, his request for a black tailcoat hanging in the air, I couldn't shake the sensation of being watched, the weight of unseen eyes tracing every movement. With a hesitant glance over my shoulder, I found him standing dangerously close, his gaze piercing through me with an intensity that left me breathless.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as I was ensnared by the magnetic pull of his presence, his proximity sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Gobsmacked by the closeness of our encounter, I struggled to compose myself, every fiber of my being drawn irresistibly towards him.

As I instinctively stepped back, creating a bit of distance between us, Adrian took a deliberate step forward, closing the gap once more, I asked, " What happened, sir?". He replied, " I would be much obliged to try that one", his response to my inquiry was polite yet cryptic, leaving me momentarily puzzled.

With a furrowed brow, I followed his gaze to where he pointed behind me. He went towards it and told me that he would like to try this on. I took him to the dressing room.

He asked," Can you please help me with the changing my hand is wounded. "As Adrian's request for assistance with his wounded hand reached my ears, I nodded in silent acknowledgment, my heart quickening with a mix of concern and anticipation.

Carefully, I helped him remove his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his skin. Despite my efforts to maintain composure, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from the sight before me-his toned muscles glistening in the soft glow of the shop's lights.

Each movement, each touch, seemed to amplify the electrifying tension that crackled between us, a silent symphony of desire and restraint playing out in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Adrian's charm was irresistible, and I couldn't help but steal glances at him. When he noticed and chuckled, it snapped me out of my reverie.

Hastily, I fetched the black tailcoat and helped him into it, my fingers deftly adjusting the fabric to fit him perfectly. As he stood before me, adorned in the elegant garment, I couldn't help but admire the transformation. He looked utterly majestic, every inch the embodiment of regal charm and grace. Truly, he was as handsome as a prince from a fairy tale come to life.

"The tailcoat looks good on you, Sir" As the words slipped from my lips almost involuntarily, a wave of regret washed over me, I felt nervous and worried when I accidentally spoke to him too casually, my stomach tightening with anxiety.

"Adrian, it's Adrian, no more sir," he clarified, his words lingering in the air like a gentle admonition. With a quick nod and a hurried "Okay," trying to calm the nervous feeling in my chest. I knew I had to be careful around him, mindful of our relationship's delicate balance.

To be continued..