Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Chapter 27



He was furious, roaring like an enraged lion, his roars and bellows filled the room as he kicked over chairs and upturned the coffee table. The glass coffee table shattered into fragments upon hitting the floor, and he continued his rampage, wrecking everything in the living room. Expensive vases decorating the cabinets were thrown and smashed to the ground.

“My God!” Vivian almost got hit, “Alajos, what are you doing?” She looked at the mess on the floor with a headache, cautioning Alajos to avoid the glass shards.

Alajos seemed not to hear her, still swinging the object in his hands-a baseball bat. The bat swooped towards the storage cabinet, which protested with a loud bang. Alajos gripped the bat so tightly that the force of his swings made his hands go numb.

Vivian was terrified, but she couldn’t bring herself to just run away. She hurried down the stairs, carefully sidestepping the glass, “Alajos, listen to me.”

The flames of rage turned Alajos’s eyes blood-red, and he had lost all reason. His mind was consumed with one thought-destruction, destruction, destruction!

“Alajos, stop it!” Vivian shouted his name, “You’ll hurt yourself, for heaven’s sake, stop this madness, you’ve already destroyed the place!”

When there was nothing left in the living room to destroy, Alajos expanded his battleground. Vivian followed him, but before she could get close, he knocked her to the ground.

“Ah!” Vivian fell on her back, pain radiating from the impact. She couldn’t help but cry out in pain, but what was more terrifying was Alajos grabbing her hand and beginning to tear her cotton nightgown apart.

“Alajos, stop!” Vivian screamed in desperation. Her hands were pinned to the floor, and Alajos’s strength was overwhelming. Unable to break free, she began to kick at his shins.

Alajos knelt beside her, one hand pinning her hands to the floor, the other abandoning the baseball bat to firmly grasp her slender ankle. He wedged a leg between hers, his heavy body pressing down on her, and soon, Vivian could no longer move.

“Alajos, snap out of it.” Vivian looked into his red eyes, trying to scream some sense into him, but it was in vain. Alajos’s hand moved from her ankle up her calf and towards her thigh.

Vivian felt utter fear as she cried out, begging him to stop, “Please, Alajos, stop!”

Alajos buried his face in the nape of her neck, his wet kisses trailing down her throat, her collarbone, and slowly down to her breasts. Vivian cried out of fear, feeling his hand slip inside her undergarment, touching her in her most private area.

She was shaking with fear and utterly powerless to resist.

Suddenly, Vivian felt Alajos’s movements become urgent, his hands left her body, and she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. Her mind exploded with the thought of escape-she had to escape or she would lose her purity tonight!

With this realization, Vivian found strength. She stopped struggling violently and feigned compliance, deceiving Alajos. As he relaxed his brutality, she seized the chance to kick him between the legs.

Alajos screamed in pain, and Vivian finally saw her chance to escape from beneath him. Her torn nightgown revealed her chest, and she frantically covered herself.

“What are you doing?” Alajos groaned, clutching his groin in pain. His eyes were still red, but the desire had vanished, replaced by unspeakable agony.

He must have sobered up. Angrily, Vivian yelled, “What am I doing? You’re the one insulting me!”

“I’m insulting you?” Alajos’s voice was pained, cold sweat on his forehead.

“Don’t you see?” Vivian pointed to her shredded gown, “You were trying to rape me.”

Alajos gasped for air, and Vivian could see he was in severe pain, not just from her kick but from something else as well.

Vivian thought back to Alajos’s frenzy. What was wrong with him?

“You-”

“Get out!” Before Vivian could finish, Alajos cut her off, “Go back to your room, and don’t appear before me tonight.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“I am furious with your attitude…”

“I said go upstairs!” Alajos shouted for Mare, who quickly came downstairs. Alajos roared, “Take her away! Make sure she doesn’t appear before me tonight.”

“No-I!”

Without further words, Mare picked her up, her struggles meaningless against him.

“Mare! Put me down!”

Mare carried her upstairs, “Capo had a bad time, but as you can see, he’s alright now, no need to worry.”

“I’m not worried about him, it’s what he did that’s unforgivable.” Vivian crossed her arms, standing barefoot on the carpet in her room, “His violence towards me is inexcusable.”

That night, Vivian couldn’t sleep; her mind was haunted by Alajos’s desire-filled, bloodshot eyes, his heavy breathing, the roughness of his hands, and the heat of his body, which made her face flush and heart race.

She felt a disturbing excitement rising from within, coursing through her veins, making her breath short and her throat dry.

Vivian lay on the bed, her body twisting, the cotton sheets too soft to provide any friction as she grew damp. It was truly horrifying.

Gasping for air, Vivian realized it was Alajos who had brought out this terrible side of her. She was beginning to crave his touch, to be treated roughly as he had done, pressed down upon her in shameful acts.

He would bite and possess her, with a mix of release, desire, and sex, devoid of sweetness or love. It would be a bestial union, where all she had to do was lie down, let him act, and then bear his heir.

What a desperate marriage it was.

Vivian buried her face in the pillow and cried. The closer the wedding day approached, the sadder she became. She was about to lose her freedom, her purity, and all future possibilities.

And Luzia was doomed to repeat her tragedy, to have a loveless marriage with a heartless husband, becoming nothing but a tool for childbearing. Poor girl, would she too cry tonight, and then lose sleep over it?

In the dark room, Vivian wondered if there was something she could do to save Luzia’s fate.

Alajos’s shadow stretched long under the hallway lights. His hearing was sharp; he could hear Vivian’s muffled cries through the door. She might have been terrified, or it was more than just fright. She often cried, holding Luzia and lamenting not wanting to marry him.

Luzia didn’t want to marry Joseph either. From today on, Luzia would join those who held each other and wept.

Alajos felt restless. He wanted to grab Vivian’s shoulders and demand to know the reason for her fears, what was there to cry about, did they think marriage was so terrifying because they had not seen what true fear was? He faced real fear every day-death.


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