His wrist marks

Sara POV

"My princess, what are you doing alone in this house? You should play with me at home." He nudged the door open to allow himself to walk in.

"Uncle, please leave; I'm alone in the house." He pushed inside, ignoring my attempts to shut the door.

"Sara, my beautiful doll, you look so hot in this dress," he said, flicking his fingers along my thigh and grasping me firmly around the waist.

"Uncle, please don't touch me," I pleaded, feeling disgusted by his rough grip.

Following that evening, he never failed to take advantage of the opportunity to massage my intimate region or caress my breast. He took advantage of my fear and silence. He entered my home and led me out to the terrace so he could touch my private parts.

Since it was the rainy season, I could readily associate my horrible recollections with the rain, and every time it rained, my painful past would pull me back to my early years.

It is raining too heavily today. I hid myself in the tree house's corner after closing all of the windows. I'm prepared to confront my battle alone, as I don't anticipate a savior coming to my aid.

The severe rain caused a power outage, so I activated all the emergency lights. I turned up the music and wore headphones to block out the rain. A powerful bolt of lightning struck the sky, shattering the glass in the tree house window. Despite my best efforts to prevent my childhood trauma-induced panic attack, I failed.

The tree house collapsed due to rainwater damage and strong downpours. The rainwater soaked my entire body. I sought shelter from the rain in the tin shack I had built beneath the oak tree. However, much like myself, that tin house was not sturdy enough to withstand the powerful storm. It, too, did not survive the strong winds and rain.

I sprinted to his mansion, desperate for safety, but after thirty minutes of persistent knocking, there was no response. He no longer needs me; he's too busy to answer.

I went back outside and took a seat beneath the oak tree. There is nothing left to do, but confront my dread.

Every frightening sound of lightning in the sky makes my body tremble with fear. In the terrifying flash of lightning, Uncle Joe's face appeared.

"Sara, my sweetheart, I can see how much you've grown. I want to see you soon," his voice echoed in my mind.

His evil visage haunted me amid the storm. I covered my face with my lap to block out the thunderstorm's view of his face.

"When I most needed you, why did you constantly abandon me? Although I believe you didn't have room for a trashcan in your home, I still want to hide from Uncle Joe in your house." I sobbed excessively over my agonizing state.

Aron's departure had already made my heart feel heavy, and the rain was making it even harder for me to keep my emotions in check. 

"Sara, what happened?" His voice instantly soothed me. I gazed into his eyes with hope.

After two months, seeing his face brought me comfort, and I hugged him tightly.

"Why didn't you open the door? Are you so preoccupied with your life that I've entirely slipped your mind? I am still your contracted wife." I gripped his chest, hiding my face, and berated him for not answering the door.

"I am sorry I was out of the house. I just returned now." He rubbed my shoulders soothingly. 

"Your fancy maid can open the door, but she hasn't done so yet."

"She is on leave."

"So why didn't you inform me earlier?" I peered up at his face, lifting my head off his chest. Since I already know that we haven't spoken for the past two months, I'm not sure why I am whining about his not being around.

"I am sorry." He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. His gentle caress on my cheek immediately put me at ease. 

"Are you intoxicated? I detect an alcohol odor emanating from his clothes.

"No, I didn't." He shook his head, but his burning eyes let me know that he was still intoxicated.

But even when he was intoxicated, I didn't feel terrified to see him. There was an odd serenity about him. His eyes were full of sincere concern for me.

"Come with me into the house." He signaled for me to enter the house; both of us were drenched in the rain.

When I realized that he was having trouble walking due to excessive drinking, I supported him with my arms.

As soon as he entered his bedroom, he collapsed on the bed. I took off his shoes and changed his wet clothes. While changing his clothes, I saw several bruises and hickey marks on his torso. 

"What happened to you, Aron?" On his wrist, I could see the imprints of the handcuffs. When I saw him, I got the impression that someone had attacked his body in the manner of a ravenous wolf. These markings remind me a lot of the ones he used to make on me.

Was he also sexually assaulted by someone? As I changed his clothes, I noticed a swelling between his legs.

"Who did this to you, Aron?" I made an effort to find out exactly what happened. However, he was too drunk to respond to my query. In the drawer, I found cream and a bandage for his bruise. I again noticed the same tablets and injections in his drawer. I captured images of those injections and medications with my phone.

"Sara, I missed you a lot. Don't leave me, please." When I tried to get out of bed, he gripped my hand.

Feeling his firm hand on my wrist made my heart race. Even though I wanted to express my longing for his company, I restrained myself because I was aware that he was currently intoxicated and talking gibberish. I attempted to get out of bed once more when I felt his hold on my wrist relax, but he abruptly drew me closer, and I fell back onto his chest.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat sent tingles through my body. An overwhelming need to kiss him consumed me. I tried to contain my feelings for him by curling my toes and clenching the bedsheet in my fist, but when he opened his eyes abruptly and looked at me with unidentified emotions in them, I lost all sense of reality.

"Sara, I want you." Suddenly, he threw me onto the bed and leaned over me with his full weight. 

"Aron, please leave." I made a slight attempt to push him away in an attempt to quell my burning desires, but his tender kiss on my lips fired my body.