Episode 8: Bombshell

"No, stop!" I found myself in tears upon screaming in terror. I gulped, sweat are streaming down on my neck. I wiped it using my palm.

I frowned upon holding my face, it has a bandage on it. I diverted my gaze on this luxurious room. "Is it a hospital?" I whispered, still trying to figure out the place.

I'm here in a luxurious room, alone. The deafening silence succumb the place, can't even think of a word due to bombshell.

I detached the blanket that wrapped around my thighs and stood up to my bed, slipping a white sleepers. I walked towards the lamp and turn it on. I gaped upon gazing at those stunning paintings that hung on the wall.

"This is a great place!" I said upon giving glance at this place. Where am I?

It's distracring me to reminisce about what happened. All I could remember was someone save me. I stopped walking and heave a breath. "M-my aunt..." I said upon trying to find my phone.

A breath escaped my mouth in relief after I found my phone on top of the table. "Please, answer me." I mumbled upon berserking in edginess, could even feel the dryness of my throat.

She didn't answer, it's making my heart thump louder. I put down my phone, still trying to observe the silence in this place.

I pulled out the door and slowly stepped-outside the bedroom. "What's this place?" I asked out of being befuddled.

I walked towards the counter to hydrate myself. I held my mouth upon burping abruptly. Even though I felt an excitement inside this place but can't be happy due to being worried about my aunt.

I squealed in horrifying sound of a ring tone. I gulped as I walked towards it. Someone's calling m-me? Really, in the middle of the night?

I closed my eyes upon pressing the button. "H-hello?" I greeted with a trembling voice.

I heard a breathing sound from the background resulting me to frown. "I said, who' s th–" I cutted my words off as he hung up the call. With a sigh, I hurried to fix myself.

Whare am I? I don't really have an idea.

I washed my face, forcing myself to think of anything else. I shook my head upon seeing my reflection on a mirror. "You're not, Isabelle." I glared upon focusing on that bandage in my forehead and a scratch.

My gaze diverted on my hand who's giving me pain. I bit my lips and throw a slap on my face. "Wake up, you're being too miserable!" I said out of anguish, been trying to calm myself down.

I heave a breath as I stepped out of this room. I saw a number, hanging in front of a black luxurious door, that was when I figured out that I'm in a...hotel? No wait, is this a condominium that he bought for me? How did I get here?

I walked straight in a hallway upon gazing at those door numbers, could smell the alcohol from my mouth. I took the elevator and pressed the button to the first floor.

A sound of breath escaped from my mouth upon watching the floor designators. I gulped as I realize that the elevator lift stopped in the middle of nowhere, revealing a passenger after the steel gate opened. I gaze away, couldn't even maintain an eye contact with him.

I crossed my arms as cold successfully invaded my system, wearing a bathrobe isn't easy. I closed my eyes as I felt a hand crawling over my neck. "N-no–" He covered ny mouth using his wide and filthy hand.

"Shut up. I won't hurt you!" He whispered upon clenching his jaw. I held his hand, trying to pull it away from my mouth. I frowned as I glimpsed on his fists, disclosing a tattoo on it.

My eyes went wide upon realizing that he's the one that I met at the club. He pulled off his hands, glaring down at me. I almost passed out as I caught his sharp gaze, it made me uncomfortable.

"Y-you..." I gulped. My gaze landed on his thick eyebrows to his straight nose. I shook my head. "Get off me." I whined as I felt a touched on my waist, can't do anything as he pulled it closer to him.

A tear streamed down again on my bruised face. "S-stop!" I said upon trying to pull his face on my neck, doing a pervert thing.

"N-no. Who the fuck are you?" I mustered up the courage to meet his brown eyes. He's not him...

I gulped upon feeling weak with his gaze, it's hypnotizing me. "You're new here?" His deep husky voice echoed in my ears. I nodded.

"That bruises. Who did that?" I heave a breath, gazing down at his outfit. He's wearing a black leather t-shirt that fit nicely in his body.

"W-who are you?" I asked. I was lost in his deep eyes upon gazing at it, again.

His eyes is full of hot temptations which sending butterflies to my stomach, plump lips that's making me bite my lips. I could even feel his warm breath, he's breathless.

"You're per–" He owned my lips and pin me against the steel wall. He held my wrist for me not to move, he's hurting me!

"You miss that kiss. Don't you?" I gulped as he continued kissing my neck. Wai–what? He's him?

I pushed him away upon pursing my lips due to an anguish. "Can you just fucking answer me? Who are you?" I point him out upon biting my lips.

A smirked appeared from his lips as he gaze down at my chest. I crossed my arms to cover it and wipe my lips.

"Your husband." I gulped as he continued kissing me.

"Ouch!" I winced as he gently caressed my bruised cheeks. He stopped to glare at my eyes.

"Who the fuck did this to you, Isabelle?" He asked, making me trembled in my position.

"M-my uncle..." I answered as I diverted my gaze into his hands, gently choking me.

He frowned. "Your uncle? Brandon?" His cold voice made me heave a breath. I nodded. "She's a god-damned liar!" His gawking at me. I fixed my ruffled bathrobe.

"W-what?" I stuttered.