Sharing: Eric's Turn

RUTH WALKER:

I opened my eyes the next time the sunrays hit my face all dazzled up awake from the light.

Only to find myself sleeping on Mike's lap. He really didn't do anything with me the whole night. He didn't even moved me off.of his lap so he could catch some sleep himself.

"M-Mike?" I called out to him and he moved a bit rubbing onto his eyes waking up.

"How are you feeling now?"Mike asked me, caressing my stomach slowly.

"I think better." I mumbled.

"Good! Wake up, and get fresh, can you stand?"

Before I could try myself he used his hands and his body to support me upon my feet.

"Ahh!"

I faltered a little bit but then, he caught me up soon. Watching the fact that I was struggling so much, he quickly lifted me off the ground and carried me up in his arms heading inside the bathroom.

He gently placed me down in the bathtub

and switched on the luke warm water, filling the bathtub.

"Mike, I can shower myself! Please-"

"Shhh..!" He placed his index in the middle of me talking, bringing his head extremely closer to mine, "Just calm down alright? I promise you I'm not going to do anything wrong with you anymore."

Anymore?

Really??

He won't do anything with me anymore?

He soon came back with a toothpaste spread on a brush.

"At least until the time you heal perfectly, fine!"

Ofcourse!!

What was I even thinking?!

"Here!"

Mike handed me the brush and sat before me, near the bathtub, watching me brushing my teeth.

"Don't look at me like that!" I said. It's so embarrassing he kept staring at me like anything.

I don't even expect him to look away but unexpectedly he sighed and looked away.

A few seconds later he got up and turned back to head towards the door.

"I'll send in the maids to clean you up."

"I said, I Can Shower MYSELF!!" I shout back at him but he only ignored, shutting the door.

Ofcourse, I'm a doll, he does whatever he wants with me, They do whatever they want with me, my will is not required!

"I HATE YOU!!"

I screamed behind the door.

WHY?!

I don't know.

Just felt like to remind myself that I was hating him.

~~

MICHEAL ROERIG:

I've done a lot of bad things to her, but I've never hurt her with sex. The last time was one of the very few times I ever fucked her against her body's will.

She always used to surrender to me.

That's just how her body always reacted

to mine. It felt like I had a complete control over her sensuality.

"Where's Ruth?" Nick interrupted my thoughts by asking me this question, as soon as I climbed down the stairs.

"Upstairs. Taking a shower!" I replied.

"She is too weak to do that alone." Nick said deciding to go to her but nope! He ain't touching my babygirl with the kind of things he did to her last night!

I grabbed his arms in the midway, stopping him on his feet from going to her, "I've send in the maids. Besides, it's not so necessary for us to be always hovering around her. She needs some time to be alone and breath too!"

"Breath?" Nick scoffed."Ruth is even gonna breath with my permission!"

And just when he said and this Eric grabbed his throat and pushed him against the wall full of rage.

Finally, Nick managed to piss Eric off enough so he would react!

"YOUR permission?!" He growled at him, Nick trying to thrash his hands around Eric's tight grip over his throat, "Who are you? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO DECIDE ABOUT HER BREATHING?!"

Eric was so enraged right now, that he actually started to drive Nick's body off the floor against the wall, choking him just like that.

I could see Nick thrashing his legs around in air, trying to struggle off Eric's grip.

"She is MINE!!" Eric growled, "And it's always going to be ME to decide if she wanna breath or not. And I am allowing her to be alone for now!"

*cough-cough*

Nick was too hot headed himself to ask

Eric to let go of his neck he just kept

struggling against his palm and well Eric, he won't let go of his throat unless he is begged to let go off.

On a second thought I didn't want to

interrupt either. It would be better if Nick just dies here.

But then....

Ugh, whatever!!

"Stop It!" I said.

And Eric let go of his throat finally.

Nick immediately collapsed on floor, hard! cupping his throat he started to cough loudly, gasping for some oxygen.

*cough-cough*

"The next time you call her yours in front of me and it won't be just choking!"

Eric said and walked inside the kitchen.

RUTH WALKER:

They sent in five maids for me to help me take a bath, like I was a giant who needs so many people to be washed up.

"You all can go out. I can help myself alone!"

I said but those maids were all like those three too. They didn't follow my instructions at all!

"Hey? Can't you hear me? I said, I can bath alone!! Get out!!" I yelled again but nothing.

None of them said out even a word from their mouth neither did they move. They were acting as if I wasn't speaking at all.

"Listen, you need to follow my orders too! I am the maiden of this HOUSE! I asked you to get out of the bathroom

NOW!!"

As far as I remember, the maids at the Roerig's family were instructed to follow my orders too when I was here six years ago.

Maybe they would have changed the rules.

"Argh! Fine! Be here, but just turn around and don't look or touch me!" I said giving up.

All the maids did so, without uttering anything out of their mouths.

Why weren't they speaking at all?

I just took a deep breath. Maybe they would have instructed all the maids to not utter a word or talk to me.

The last time I talked to a maid and I somehow convinced her to help me escape from this hell.

And after that, this was the first time I was back to this bathroom, taking a shower again.

Nothing in this room has changed.

Six years, and nothing seriously!

What should I do?

I cannot think of anything anymore.

How do I escape from here again? I know I will succeed. because the last time I did too.. But I just need to figure out this mansion first.

It's still so funny that I spend months inside this mansion and I still don't have it figured out in whole.

I so want to die.

There is really nothing and no one left for me in this world to keep living on for.

And so, I made the decision, TO DROWN.

I wish I succeed this time for killing myself, because I cannot see hope for me in my coming life ahead anymore.

Just how much you can break someone for her to find suicide as an only option to escape from themselves?

I wanted to ask this..

But can't..

because I'M DYING.

~~

ERICKSON ROERIG:

I haven't slept from so long, Fuck! I feel

irritated at every tiny bit of things.

She must be really happy sleeping all night with Mike, last night, isn't she?!

But why do I even think about that and get angry about it?!

Fuck!

Whatever!!

"I ASKED YOU TO FREAKING MAKE A SWEET CORN SOUP! I DON'T THINK I TOLD YOU TO ADD CAPSICUM INTO THIS THING!!!" I growled at the chef.

These people can't even do such small

things alone.

According to the doctors, Ruth's diet should only be in the liquid form. She likes sweet corn and hates capsicum.

Why doesn't my chef know such a tiny

little thing about the preferences of the woman of this house?!

I picked up a butcher knife and growled in rage, "Where's the chef?! Who did this mess?!" I asked the waiter.

"S-sir? I.." The chef started stuttering in front of me watching the butcher knife in my fist turning all pale.

"WHAT?!" I growled again.

"I..I had n-no i-idea about m-madam's pref-ere-nces!"He stuttered all guilty!

"IS THAT SO?!" I shot him a dead angry look making him pee his Pants in horror, "THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN WORKING HERE?! Why the fuck do you even have a tongue?! Why do you even

have hands huh?!"

I grabbed his hands, placed them against the wooden chopping board and chopped his both his hands off his body.

I was so pissed.

I haven't slept from days and above of all this, these sick bastards at my house doesn't even know cooking!

Wasting my money!

Wasting my time!

I would have even cut off his tongue when suddenly Mike just grabbed me from my collar and punched on my face hard.

"Fuck!!" I cursed and glared at him. His punch was so unexpected there that it got me to drop my knife.

While Mike started to jerk his hand he just punch me with and blew over it cursing back at me, "Damn your cheek bones! Argh! Fuck!"

After he settled with his knuckles, bruised with hitting me like that, he growled at me again, "What the fuck do you think you are doing ERIC?!"

"Go get some sleep first! You cannot even hear people calling out to you!"

And so I realised, my mind was so jumbled up right now with no sleep at all that I couldn't even hear people talking around me.

I just cut both the hands of the chef at my house.

"Aargh, damn it!!" I cursed disgusted looking at the chef's fallen hands with the blood pool on the floor as Mike asked one of the maids to clean up the mess.

The other maid, helped the chef to take him to a hospital.

"Where's Ruth?!" I questioned Mike, once I was back to my senses.

I need her to make me sleep.

I just...

I don't know.

I just want to see her now!

NOW!!

"She is showering upst-"

I didn't wait for Mike to finish, just ran quickly to upstairs and burst open the bathroom door.

The scene inside the bathroom gave me chills.

But then.. that feeling was soon turned into an extreme kind of anger.

These maids, five of them, they were all facing towards the wall while Ruth was trying to kill herself, drowning inside the fucking bathtub

Fucking-

FUCK!!

Aaarghhhh!!

Without any second delaying, I just walked over to the bathtub, and quickly scooped her out of the tub inside my arms and walked her inside her bedroom, to make her lie down in her bed.

I wanted to fucking kill those useless maids but then, it was my fault too.

I sent the maids who were specifically dumb and mute so Ruth cannot converse with any servants at the house!

Seriously, FUck ME!

RUTH WALKER:

I thought I would go to heaven, FINALLY!

But no!

I opened my eyes to find Eric glaring right at me, sitting at the edge of my bed creepily.

If it was the first time, it would have freaked the hell out of me. But now, I'm

pretty used to of his ghostly appearances around me.

I looked at the cealing.

Why is it that everytime I try to make a

deal with the death, He is there to pull me back down from the mid-way of being on the steps to heaven?!

It feels like he has made a deal with god, like even the god is scared to take me away from him now.

"Disappointed that you survived?"

He asked finally irritated because I wasn't going to speak.

Well how well does he know me?!

"You know me so well, your highness!" I scoffed.

"I know you better than I know myself..." He said, taking a pause, maybe to study my face, "You know that already."

His voice, As Cold As Ice.

"And you don't even know why are you so obsessed with me if you think it's not

love!"

"I don't love you!" He said, in a very stern voice.

"I know." I scoffed,and took a deep breath, "But you cannot even let me go!"

"True!" He replied.

I sighed, moving my head to my side. I'm

so tired. It feels like ages ever since I ate the last time.

Soon I felt someone walking inside.

It was Dr. Scherzinger.

"How are you feeling now, Ruth... er... I mean, Miss Walker?"

Eric glared at Dr. Scherzinger and he immediately changed his way of addressing me.

"I'm fine, And I'm Mrs. Lewis now, Doctor. The widow of my dead husband!" I said and glared at Eric.

And as expected, the usual pissed off Eric grabbed onto my throat and started choking me hard.

I smiled.

This is what I wanted.

If I can't kill myself, then let him kill me.

That is what is going to happen here. He applied the hell's force as I didn't struggle for him to let go of me.

Kill me!

Just kill me Erickson Roerig.

Finish my story right here on this bed.

"Fuck!"

He cursed and loosened his grip around my throat and locked his lips with mine.

"No matter how hard I try to deny it but with your every action you prove that you are so much like Amelia Davidson Roerig!"

Again, he was comparing me with that

dead old woman!

I HATE HER.

It's all because of her I'm here with him trapped up like this!

Amelia Davidson Roerig, Eric's mother!

"Want me to kill you with my own hands? I'll tell you what?!" He grabbed my jaw and came very close my face, making me unable to even breath,

"I won't commit the same mistake as Davidson Roerig!"

And he got off of me with a star, jerking away my head back into its place.

"You can leave now!"

He ordered Dr. Scherzinger, getting back towards his chair, sitting, making himself a glass of whiskey.

Uncle Henery looked at me worried,

"I'm fine, I guess. Uncle Henery." I replied for Doctor uncle before Eric shut the door in his face.

I looked over to the clock. It was 9 pm at night.

I looked at Eric, he was getting rid of his

shirt. He was wet, maybe he got wet when he carried me in his arms from the bathtub.

He really had a very shiny body with the

tattoos all over his shoulder.

His Hellboy looks made me hate him even more. It is so annoying for him to be so creepy and sexy both at the same time.

Either he should be sexy or creepy. Why is he being both at the same time?!

It's like, his sexy looks tries to reason out his every torture that he did to me!

He lit up a cigerette and sat back in his arm chair taking long puffs.

"Are you tired?"

What?!

Why was I asking him this?!

"You obviously cannot hate me whole heartedly no matter what I do to you, can you, can you?" Eric scoffed.

"..."

I didn't say anything.

I hate it!

I hate him when he is always right about my thoughts, my feelings, my everything!

"What do you want from me? I asked again. The same question I ask him over the years.

"I don't know...."

He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his head up at the back of the chair, breathing deep loud breaths.

"I wish I knew, But I don't." He took a long drag of smoke from his cigar.

"But for now, I just want you to come here crawling on your knees and suck my dick and make me more comfortable."

"....."

I didn't say anything again.

This answer was expected.

Whenever I have asked him what he exactly wants from me, he has always said this to me as an answer.

I don't even know what I want to hear from him anymore.

Maybe, like the other two of them, I wanna hear him say "I love you!" ?!

Maybe, I wanted to hear these three words and eight letters from him?

But I know he will never say it!

Erickson Roerig would die but accept his defeat to a woman!

"I'm sleepy!" I sighed and got back into my bed.

I felt him suddenly getting up, putting off

his cigar in his ashtray and slowly climbing up in the bed pulling off my blanket.

My heart started beating loudly.

He just said that he wanted a blowjob from me, was he going to take me forcefully?!

I know he will.

He always has his way with me no matter what?!

"No! Don't.. Please Eric.. Don't do this to me!!"

I started struggling again, like my usual habit when he suddenly pulled me closer to himself, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Stop struggling or I would seriously fuck you!!" I said in a very creepy voice. I could feel his wet lips trailing along my earlobes.

"Why are you doing this?!" I cried.

No matter how hard I try, but being inside his arms, I can never control my

tears.

His head went through my hairs, his breath mixing with my skin all over.

"Just stay quiet Ruth. It's been ages the last time I slept!" He said in a very sleepy tone.

I have never been in his arms before. For

him it was always like, he would use me,

and then, get off of me.

He wasn't into cuddling but, right now...?

I looked at his face, he was slept already.

My ass was right before his crotch adjusted but he wasn't even having an erection for me right now.

He really wanted to just cuddle me and sleep.

I don't have any idea what am I doing but

my hands, my fingers, they got out of control now. They just went into his hairs and started playing with it.

He smells so nice,

His body is so strong and muscular,

His abs are so sexy and smooth,

Why do I feel so protected lying inside his arms like this?

Maybe because I know, that without his consent not even a fly can touch me.

But the real problem was that, he had given his consent to this whole world to l torture and torment me.

Alongwith Him, Himself!