His Dark Temptation

He wants me to be his wife. Mrs. Aiden King. The wife of the Italian mafia. He actually believes in his sick mind that we will get married. Being a wife to Aiden will mean I am his, forever. He wants me to carry his child. His evil pawn. His heir. I'd rather die than let him get me pregnant. He's finished inside of me every time we've had sex. Aiden doesn't stop, he keeps going like it's the last time he's going to have me. It's so exhausting and infuriating, he doesn't move until he's filled me with his seed entirely, like it's his mission. He's never used a condom and I know he never will. I need to do something about this myself because I know once I'm pregnant, my chances of leaving will be next to zero.

Staying in this mansion, locked up and at his mercy isn't something I want to do. I've got my own life, my own dreams of becoming a writer and columnist. I want to inspire people with my writing just like how I was inspired by authors. I want to travel and find myself, in books, people and cities. With Aiden, my emotions are always heightened. Be it fear, lust, anger or defeat. I can never stay calm around him. He makes me nervous every damn time he enters the room.

It was morning and I was alone in the room again. Aiden had left some of my favorite books on the table. When he said he knew everything about me, I believed him. That was his world, gathering information and using it to destroy competition and if that doesn't work, choosing violence. If he could have his men outside my apartment ready to hurt my parents, he was capable of doing anything. I didn't make an effort of reading them because I wasn't feeling like it. You read when you're calm. I'm not.

The same maid enters the room. She looks at me and gives me a short smile and I smile back. I should talk to her, at least know if she's going to be on my side, I wonder.

"Hey, I'm Isabella, what's your name?", I politely ask and follow as she heads over to the bathroom with her cleaning trolley.

"I'm Rue, miss", she says and avoids my gaze. I sit on the platform of the sink. She's cleaning the bathtub religiously as I ponder how to ask her to help me. Will she tell Aiden? Of course she will. I know what loyalty means to the Kings. But I saw her giving me a pitiful smile yesterday, maybe she feels bad for me? As a woman, will she help me?

"I can't help you Miss, please don't ask me to", she says and interrupts my thoughts.

"W-why?", I ask, tears forming in my eyes. She removes her disposable gloves and walks towards me. She looks at the bruises on my legs and neck and her hand covers her mouth. Her face looks pitiful.

"Because he will kill me", she says looking into my eyes. "It's the code. Sir doesn't give second chances. I'm sorry this is happening to you. I want to help you, I just can't."

I break down and hug my knees. There's no hope. Wiping my tears, my face reddened, I ask her, "Please, I beg you. Even you escape with me, we'll go together, Rue."

"Miss, I'm sorry", she whispers and I can see the tears in her eyes. We're both helpless. I knew it was a lost cause, the Kings have a lot of power. Why did they even come back? How am I supposed to escape if the whole fucking town is ruled by them?

"If you can't help me escape, you have to do something else for me, Rue", I say.

She raises her eyebrows and asks, "What do you mean, Miss?."

"Please get me birth control pills".

"I-how can I? No-o Miss-", she stutters and I hold her hands in mine tightly as I look at her in despair. Her face softens but I can see the fear.

The fear of betraying Aiden.

"I can't get pregnant, Rue. Not with his child. He'll ruin me", I cry. "Please, please".