me.
In a soft, but authoritative voice, I try to get her to open up. “Emelie, you have to tell me what has happened? Have you notified the authorities?”
Still without saying anything, Emelie slowly shakes her head. Turning my back, I hear her take a deep breath.
“He was hurting me Marc.” I face her as she pauses. “He was drunk and tried to force himself up on me. I didn't want it, I didn't ask for it.”
As the words start tumbling out, all of what she is saying sounds far too familiar. Isabel. I don't hold back on my confused reaction though. The Stefano I knew wouldn't be such a fierce or savaged brute. Yes, he is...was a strong and commanding presence to those he worked with, but not towards people who were close to him, like family and friends...and certainly not to Emelie. The muscles around my face contort tightly, as I try to fathom out the situation before me.
I knew he liked a drink, but he...I stop the mingling thoughts rushing through my head. If what Emelie is saying is true, did I really know this man at all then.
Taking in the state of undress that Emelie is in, I start to doubt that I did.
In as a calm and rational voice as I can muster, I have to say what I am thinking. “Emelie I cannot believe for one second that the Stefano I knew...he would never do anything like this. I don't understand any of it.”
Emelie shivers standing in a statuette manner in stockinged feet. I can't quite decide whether it is through shock or cold. Either way, I remove my jacket so as to cover her partly exposed skin. Walking behind and placing it over her shoulders, she touches my hand with hers. Then turning she cries uncontrollably, leaning into my chest. Her delicate hands are outstretched across the back of my shoulders, as she wraps her arms about me. Figuring she needs to be comforted, I hesitantly put my arms around her. However, still not knowing if she has contacted the emergency services or police, I ask her again.
“Emelie, did you call the authorities? They need to know about this.”
Without any words, she gazes candidly up at me and I am taken by surprise as she presses her lips to mine. It takes me just a second to react, pushing her back and I can then step away from her.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing Emelie?” I instantly wipe the unwanted taste and texture of her from off my mouth, with the back of my hand. The earlier tears and silence are rapidly replaced with a sinister smirk and deep, dark tones.
“I know you want me Marc, I've known it for a long time. If it hadn't been for Stefano being here, we would have been together a lot sooner, years ago. Now that he's not, what is to stop us?”
I am struggling to take in the words that are being spilled from this woman's mouth. Has she been possessed by some malevolent spirit or the devil himself? Which ever, both display the same evil and torrent of darkness.
“What the hell are you talking about Emelie? I have told you in the past and I will tell you again, I have no interest in you in that way what so ever. You are very sorely mistaken if you think that my feelings for you have changed in any shape or form. I certainly haven't given you any reason for you to assume that they have.”
I don't hold back on the loathing and repulsion I have towards her.
“You must really be one screwed up woman if, after all that has been going on with the blackmail and threats, I would want anything more to do with you, let alone want a relationship.”
Not being able to look at her for a minute longer, I turn away. Focusing on the wall and window opposite us, I summon up all of the energy I can to calm myself, before I have the urge to hit and shake this quite obvious, sick and disturbed individual.
“I know you love me Marc, I don't understand why you are denying it and stopping yourself from saying it.” Her voice gets closer until I can sense she is
In a soft, but authoritative voice, I try to get her to open up. “Emelie, you have to tell me what has happened? Have you notified the authorities?”
Still without saying anything, Emelie slowly shakes her head. Turning my back, I hear her take a deep breath.
“He was hurting me Marc.” I face her as she pauses. “He was drunk and tried to force himself up on me. I didn't want it, I didn't ask for it.”
As the words start tumbling out, all of what she is saying sounds far too familiar. Isabel. I don't hold back on my confused reaction though. The Stefano I knew wouldn't be such a fierce or savaged brute. Yes, he is...was a strong and commanding presence to those he worked with, but not towards people who were close to him, like family and friends...and certainly not to Emelie. The muscles around my face contort tightly, as I try to fathom out the situation before me.
I knew he liked a drink, but he...I stop the mingling thoughts rushing through my head. If what Emelie is saying is true, did I really know this man at all then.
Taking in the state of undress that Emelie is in, I start to doubt that I did.
In as a calm and rational voice as I can muster, I have to say what I am thinking. “Emelie I cannot believe for one second that the Stefano I knew...he would never do anything like this. I don't understand any of it.”
Emelie shivers standing in a statuette manner in stockinged feet. I can't quite decide whether it is through shock or cold. Either way, I remove my jacket so as to cover her partly exposed skin. Walking behind and placing it over her shoulders, she touches my hand with hers. Then turning she cries uncontrollably, leaning into my chest. Her delicate hands are outstretched across the back of my shoulders, as she wraps her arms about me. Figuring she needs to be comforted, I hesitantly put my arms around her. However, still not knowing if she has contacted the emergency services or police, I ask her again.
“Emelie, did you call the authorities? They need to know about this.”
Without any words, she gazes candidly up at me and I am taken by surprise as she presses her lips to mine. It takes me just a second to react, pushing her back and I can then step away from her.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing Emelie?” I instantly wipe the unwanted taste and texture of her from off my mouth, with the back of my hand. The earlier tears and silence are rapidly replaced with a sinister smirk and deep, dark tones.
“I know you want me Marc, I've known it for a long time. If it hadn't been for Stefano being here, we would have been together a lot sooner, years ago. Now that he's not, what is to stop us?”
I am struggling to take in the words that are being spilled from this woman's mouth. Has she been possessed by some malevolent spirit or the devil himself? Which ever, both display the same evil and torrent of darkness.
“What the hell are you talking about Emelie? I have told you in the past and I will tell you again, I have no interest in you in that way what so ever. You are very sorely mistaken if you think that my feelings for you have changed in any shape or form. I certainly haven't given you any reason for you to assume that they have.”
I don't hold back on the loathing and repulsion I have towards her.
“You must really be one screwed up woman if, after all that has been going on with the blackmail and threats, I would want anything more to do with you, let alone want a relationship.”
Not being able to look at her for a minute longer, I turn away. Focusing on the wall and window opposite us, I summon up all of the energy I can to calm myself, before I have the urge to hit and shake this quite obvious, sick and disturbed individual.
“I know you love me Marc, I don't understand why you are denying it and stopping yourself from saying it.” Her voice gets closer until I can sense she is
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