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Cyril sat in his office, sipping some brandy as he went through some paperwork. He wasn’t really working, though. He was actually trying to kill time and spend as much time in the office as possible just in case Faye came. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Enter,” he said without looking up.

When he heard the door close, he looked up, hoping to see Faye approaching the desk, but saw Sabina instead. The smile he wore vanished quickly.

Sabina noticed his disappointment and said, “Why the long face? Were you expecting someone else?”

“O-Oh, no,” Cyril stammered. He took another sip of brandy. “Would you like to take a seat?” Sabina just glared at him. “I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Anyway, what can I do for you?”

“What you said and did to Faye was wrong.”

Cyril glared at her and placed his glass down. “You don’t think I know that? Why do you think I’ve been running around here apologizing for the past few days?”

“That’s not the point. You have done much more damage than you can possibly imagine.”

“Have I?” Cyril asked sarcastically.

“Yes, you have. As a matter of fact, you have caused her to create an illusion that you love her.”

“And I do.”

“Isn’t that funny?”

“Sabina, I don’t think you heard me.”

“How can she possibly-,”

“Sabina!” Cyril shouted.


“I do love her. Not on the same level as I loved…love you, but I do love her.”

Sabina couldn’t believe her ears. Cyril actually loved Faye. I-Impossible! she thought. He’s incapable of loving anyone other than himself. How-,

“It started soon after she came back to us,” he began. “She came onto me at the banquet and…things just escalated from there. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I loved her, which is why I pushed her away by saying all of those…god-awful things to her. I apologized to her and now I’m awaiting a response.”

Sabina was astonished by this news. She couldn't understand how or why Cyril came to this conclusion. She wrinkled her nose and all she could say was, “You…You…pervert! She is almost twenty years your junior!”

“I know,” Cyril said as he rose to his feet and circled the desk the sit on the edge, facing Sabina.

“It-It’s foul…disgusting!”

“I know.”

“And-And…I can’t believe you’re-,”

“What? Capable of loving someone other than myself?” Sabina balked at the fact that he was using her exact words. Whether he had heard her say that before, she did not know. Cyril sighed and walked over to her. “Sabina, that is what I was trying to prove to you all along when I was chasing you. Ever since I made my first proposal, I was trying to show you that I can actually love someone other than myself wholeheartedly…but, you rejected me one too many times,” he finished with his face only inches from hers.

“So, you thought to turn your affections toward Faye?” Sabina spat with disgust as she backed away from him.

“Yes and unlike you, she accepted my advances.”

“H-Have you no shame?” Sabina said, her voice breaking. “She is a child who doesn't know any better! How could you possibly take advantage an innocent girl like her?”

“I did not take advantage of her…she came to me. Furthermore, she’s not as ‘innocent’ as you think.”

“That’s because you corrupted her!”

“I only piqued her curiosity,” Cyril said with that mischievous smirk of his.

“It’s the same thing, you bastard.” Sabina hissed, getting in his face.

Cyril smiled as she held his gaze. He loved it when Sabina insulted him, but he hated the fact that she rejected him and was now criticizing him for his lasciviousness even more. “Why are you here, Sabina?” he asked.

“E-Excuse me?” Sabina asked, confused by this question. She was certain that he was going to hit her or something.

“Why did you come here?” Cyril asked again, smile still on his lips.

“I-I came to tell you to let Faye go.”

“You and I both know I can’t do that,” he said in a soft, smooth voice. He placed his hands in his pockets and went behind Sabina who stood stark still. He brought his lips to her ear, letting them graze the shell, which elicited a shudder from Sabina. Then he whispered, “But, I’d be willing to do so…on one condition.”

Sabina swallowed hard. She knew it would require some kind of sexual favor, but she asked anyway, “What is it?”

“…Come to bed with me and let me have my way with you just one more time. Then, I will let Faye go and have her returned to her father.” Sabina didn't say a word. “Come, now. It’s just as easy as it sounds. You've done it plenty times before.”

“Yes, but that doesn't mean I enjoyed it!” Sabina spat as she turned to face him.

“Oh? Then, would you please explain to me why you begged me to – How did you say it? – ‘Fuck’ you?”

“…You made me this way, Cyril,” Sabina hissed through gritted teeth. “I was never this way until you walked onto the scene. I don’t know how I’m still able to resist you, but you've done more damage to Faye than can be undone! You took the girl I used to call my little sister and turned her into a—a whore! She’s only fourteen,” she choked. “How could you do that to a child as sweet and innocent as she?”

Cyril was growing tired of this. Sabina was not going to surrender to him so easily and he saw no fun in forcing her. He rolled his eyes and said, “You know what; I don’t have to explain myself to you. Get out of my office.” He went behind his desk, sat down in his chair, and propped his feet on the desk.

Sabina glared at him once more. “You sicken me, Cyril,” she growled. “I hope you rot in hell for all the wrong you've done by me, my family, and Faye.”

“Good night, Sabina,” Cyril said with a dismissive wave of his hand before polishing off the rest of his brandy in one gulp.

With that, Sabina left his office and returned to her room to try and sleep away this madness.


Cyril stayed up the entire night waiting for Faye to come, but she never came. The fire in the fireplace was low, the brandy was almost gone, and Cyril’s eyelids were heavy. He soon fell asleep right there at his desk.

Sometime later, Alfred came into the office to check and see if Cyril had gone so he could do some tidying up if necessary. Instead, he found Cyril snoring quietly as he slept at his desk. Alfred looked at the nearly empty bottle of brandy and the glass that sat inches away from Cyril’s hand and shook his head disapprovingly.

He fetched a blanket from the closet and draped it over Cyril’s shoulders without complaining. Then he relit the fire, so Cyril wouldn't be too cold. Finally, he took the bottle of brandy and glass, polished off what was left of the strong drink, and placed both back in their proper places. Before leaving the office, Alfred looked back at Cyril, who had not stirred once since his entrance, and said, “Sleep well, sir…and please lay off the alcohol.” Then Alfred dismissed himself.

The next morning, Cyril awoke with the worst headache imaginable. Not only that, but he was disoriented and irritable. He practically fell out of his chair, but when he got to his feet, he was able to assess his surroundings. He remembered bits of his argument with Sabina, waiting up for something or someone, and then the rest was a blur. He rubbed his eyes and immediately thought, Bed.

His stomach had other thoughts. He was starving. So, he ventured down to the kitchen, grabbed a loaf of bread and ate almost half of it before he was full. Then, after letting out a satisfied belch, he made his way to his bedroom where he locked the door, drew the curtains, stripped out of his clothes, and jumped into bed. It did not take long for him to fall asleep, so it was definitely going to be a while before he woke up.


Faye had just woken up upon feeling the sunshine on her face as it shone through the windows of her bedroom. She stretched then gathered her knees to her chest. As she sat there in bed, she let her thoughts wander. She contemplated all of the events that occurred the night before; the screaming, arguing, and crying. Then, she recalled Mariam’s gentle voice telling her what she would do in Faye’s situation. I need to give him an ultimatum, she thought.

She sprung from the bed and went into the bathroom to prepare to go see Cyril. After showering, primping, and such, Faye found a plain, but beautiful purple sundress to wear. It wasn't exactly what she thought to be Cyril’s style, but she wasn't concerned about what he thought. All she needed was a little leverage.

When she had finished looking herself over in the mirror and concluded that she looked presentable enough, Faye left the room and began her search for Cyril. The first place she checked was his office since he said he would be there waiting for her. He was not there, so she checked the rose garden. He wasn’t there, either. She then went on to check the dining room, nursery, and every other place she thought Cyril would be, but couldn’t find him anywhere. Faye was just about to give up when Alfred walked past her.

“Oh, Alfred!” she called.

“Yes, Ms. Baptiste?” Alfred replied, turning around to greet her.

“I’ve been looking for Cyril for the past two hours. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”

“Last I checked, Master Van Tassel had retired to his chambers and hasn’t been heard from since.”

“Is he all right?” Faye asked, her voice full of concern.

“Oh, yes. He’s fine. Just a little tired. He was up all night last night. When he woke up this morning, he couldn’t remember why he stayed in his office that long. I worry about him, sometimes, Ms. Baptiste…If he keeps going on like this,” He walked away shaking his head without finishing his thought.

Now that Faye knew where Cyril was, she began to make her way there. It didn’t take her long to find his bedroom. She contemplated walking in, but she figured that would be rude, so she knocked instead.


Cyril’s eyes shot open upon hearing a series of rhythmic knocks on his door. He sat up with a groan and stared at the door. He figured that if he ignored the knocking long enough, the person on the other side would go away. Unfortunately for him, this particular individual was rather persistent.

“Damn maids,” Cyril mumbled as he rolled out of bed, threw on his robe, and made his way to the door. He felt a cool breeze as he walked, but he ignored it. The knocking had stopped. It was almost as if the person on the other side of the door knew he was approaching. When Cyril reached the door, he unlocked the door and pulled it open without asking who was at the door.

He was expecting to see Alfred, Mariam, or some other maid, but instead he saw Faye standing before him, looking down. His eyes followed her gaze. “Faye!” he cried in surprise as he pulled his robe closed. Besides the robe, he was completely naked, so this was a rather embarrassing situation. “W-What can I do for you?” he stammered.

Faye tore her eyes away from Cyril’s nether regions and said, “I need to talk to you.”

“What about?”



“Please?” she begged, her eyes full of hope.

Cyril looked her up and down before nodding and saying, “Okay. Um…Meet me in my office. I need to get more…presentable.”

“Okay. See you there.”

After closing the door, Cyril leaned back against it and ran his hands down his face. He couldn’t believe that he had answered the door without closing his robe, let alone wearing any pants. He vowed that this was the first and last time he would ever do that. Then he cast off the robe and went to hop in the shower.


In Cyril’s office, Faye sat as patiently as possible, but she couldn't help her fidgeting. She just wanted to say what she needed to say and leave the rest to Cyril. She had no doubt in her mind that he loved her and that was enough to make her believe that he would follow through with her terms. But, then again… she thought. What if he doesn't follow through? What will I do then?

She prayed that it would never come to that. Instead, she hoped that Cyril would make the right choice and agree to fulfill the task Faye had planned for him.

Suddenly, the office doors swung open and Cyril entered the room. He closed the doors behind him, loosened his collar, and began to make his way to his desk. “I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting,” he said before taking his seat behind the desk.

“It’s okay,” Faye replied with a reassuring smile as she assessed the man before her. He seemed flustered; probably by his wardrobe malfunction earlier. Besides that, she could see a hint of nervousness. He was most likely anxious to hear what she had to say, so Faye decided to cut to the chase. “Cyril, I-,”

“I’m sorry, Faye. Where are my manners? Would you like some water or something to drink?” Cyril asked as he started to get up.

“No, thank you, Cyril. I’m fine. I’d actually like to start our discussion.”

“By all means, please.” Cyril sat back down and gave Faye his undivided attention.

“Thank you. I apologize for not coming to you sooner. I needed some…advice from a few people who had more…experience than I when it came to situations like my own. I've done some thinking…” She paused to look at Cyril and he seemed to be composed, but she could tell that he was eager to know what she decided to do. “And I've come to conclude that even though you were wrong for saying what you said to me, I do have the strength to forgive you.”

“And…?” Cyril asked, expecting something more.

“And I accept your apology.”

Cyril was elated to hear that news. He was so elated that it was as if the heavens opened and money was raining from the sky. “Oh, Faye.” He was about to thank her when she raised her hand.

“On one condition,” she said.

Cyril’s heart skipped a beat as he wondered what Faye could possibly want of him. Although, he couldn't help but think that it was somehow connected to Sabina. “W-What is it you desire?” he asked with trembling lips.

Faye sat back in her seat and squared her shoulders. Then she spoke in the most dignified manner she could muster saying, “If you love me, you will sell Hope to the first man who shows interest.”

Cyril couldn't believe his ears. Had he heard correctly? There had to be some kind of misunderstanding, so he asked, “Wh-What?”

Faye rolled her eyes and repeated herself saying, “If you love me…you will sell Hope to the first man who shows interest.”

“I—I…” Cyril didn't know what to say to this. Faye had just asked him to sell his own daughter. Why? He did not know; neither did he desire to. “I—N-No. No…I’m sorry, Faye. I love you, but I c—I won’t sell my daughter. And I don’t know what makes you think I would.” He got up and poured himself a glass of brandy then returned to his seat. He took a sip to help calm his nerves.

“Hm…Then, I suppose I have no reason to stay here.” She got up and started to leave.

“Where are you going?” Cyril asked.

“Back home to my father.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Cyril put down his glass and walked over to Faye. “Come sit down and let’s talk about this.” He escorted her back to her seat then sat down in his own. He crossed his legs and scrutinized her in silence. He couldn't understand why she was doing what she was doing. It made no sense. She knew that he loved her…What more could she possibly want? “What is this about, Faye?” he asked after what seemed to be an eternity of silence.

“It’s about us,” she replied.

“No, no. There has to be more to this than that…You wouldn't just ask me to sell my daughter if this was just about us. Try again.”

“Cyril, I love you. I’d do anything for you – No – I've practically done just about everything for you. But, all that aside, you hurt me…badly. Then you apologized and I just forgave you. Now, I would just like some closure or proof that you actually love me.”

“But, I do love you, Faye,” Cyril insisted.

Do you?”


“Prove it.”

“Haven’t I already done that? Didn't I welcome you with open arms when you returned? Did I not allow you to live comfortably and have you served three hearty meals a day? And didn't I make love to you like never before?”

“Yes, but that was all before you said all of those horrible things to me and threatened to have me sent back to my father,” Faye spat.

“But, shouldn't it count for something?” Faye gave him a dissatisfied look. Cyril sat back in his chair with a sigh and said, “Why is this so important to you?”

Faye took a deep breath then exhaled. “Because I want Sabina to suffer for the disservice she is causing you.”

A confused look crossed Cyril’s face. Then he chuckled. “Disservice? Whatever do you mean by that?”

“Cyril, I know you love Sabina more than anything…Hell, you love her more than me, but I think I can change all of that when I explain this to you.” She leaned forward in her seat and said, “Sabina doesn't love you.”

“No…You’re wrong about her. She loves me.”

“How do you know?”

“She told me so.”

Faye smiled knowingly. “That’s not a good enough answer, Cyril. Did she tell you she loved you or did you just imagine it?”

“I-I’m sure she-,”

“Even if she did tell you, who’s to say that she actually meant it?”

“Faye, why are you doing this?”

“I’m trying to prove a point, Cyril. You've placed Sabina on a pedestal; you've convinced yourself to think that she loves you when she really doesn't.”

“You’re lying,” Cyril hissed as he balled up his fists.

“What reason have I to lie, Cyril?” He couldn't answer her. “I’m telling the truth. Sabina doesn't love you in the way you think.” She got up, circled to Cyril’s side of the desk, and wound up in his lap. “She’s rejected your proposal to make her your wife twice. I would have jumped at that opportunity, but you never presented it to me.”

“You’re too young.”

“That didn't stop you from taking me to bed.” Cyril shifted uncomfortably as he cleared his throat. “Will you allow me to explain further why Sabina-,”

“No, I understand…” Faye smiled to herself, thinking that she had won him over. “But, I just can’t help but think of the repercussions of doing this to Sabina would be.”

“There would be none! She’d be so devastated that she wouldn't know what to do."

“Exactly! She’d be devastated! I can’t bring myself to take her to a new low,” Cyril said, looking away from her.

“Cyril,” Faye began as she grabbed the sides of his head and made him look at her, “forget about Sabina for one moment…and focus on us.”

“I am focusing on us and it—it’s wrong!” He snatched her hands off his face and exclaimed, “I want no part of this dastardly plan of yours!”

“Then I’ll have no choice but to kill myself!” Faye screamed back at him as she hopped off his lap and took a few steps back.

“Wait, what?”

“If I have to live without your love,” she choked as tears began to form in her eyes, “then, there’s no point in living at all.” She then pulled a dagger out from the folds of her dress and proceeded to bring it to her neck.

Cyril froze. Was this really happening? Was Faye really about to kill herself? He had to act; quickly, but calmly. He chose his next words carefully. “Faye, put the knife down,” Cyril said as calmly as possible, holding out his hands toward her with his palms forward.

“Why? You don’t love me, so why should you care if I died?”

“I do love you, Faye.”

“Then, why won’t you sell Hope?”

“She’s my daughter. And Sabina-,”

“Shut up about Sabina!” she screamed. “Everything always comes back to Sabina, Sabina, Sabina. What about us, Cyril? What about all the time we spent together? And the beautiful love we made? Did that all mean nothing to you? Because it meant the world to me.”

Cyril had his hands tied. He never thought that Faye would resort to such an extreme to try and get him to succumb to her whim. He had a decision to make. He could choose to keep Hope and have Faye die there in his office or he could sell Hope and have Faye live with the price of Sabina having to suffer.

Faye studied him as he wrestled with the scene unfolding before him. He looked quite torn on the matter. Let’s make it easier, she thought. She sniffled, “You don’t really love me...Goodbye, Cyril.”

She prepared to slit her throat when Cyril cried, “Wait!”

Faye kept a firm grip on the dagger, but lowered it to her collarbone.

Cyril was shocked that she actually listened to him, but he quickly recovered to ask, “What if I told you that I would sell Hope? Would you stop this madness?”

“Why are you going to sell Hope?”

Cyril had to make his next sentence sound as sincere as possible. Here goes, he thought. “Because I love you, Faye. Deep down, I knew Sabina didn't love me; I just chose to ignore that and hope that one day she would grow to love me, but that day never came. Then, I've always had you…Besides, you caught my attention first when I bought you from Bernard. So, just to prove I love you, I state that I will agree to your terms. Please, just – hand me the knife and…let me make one phone call.”

Faye held his gaze for a moment. Then she lowered the dagger to her side, walked toward him, turned the blade to herself, and handed the dagger to Cyril.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Thank you.” Faye nodded then quietly took her seat. Cyril put the dagger in a desk drawer. Then picked up the phone and called a single number; the number of a friend, whom he thought would be interested in this transaction. He discussed the matter with this friend and ended with, “Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as he hung up, Faye asked, “Who was that?”

“A good friend and colleague of mine.”

“Hm…What did he say?”

“He said that he would be by later this evening…” Faye looked at him skeptically. “After Sabina is asleep,” he explained. “We can’t have her walking around the mansion when I make this transaction.”

Faye seemed satisfied enough with Cyril’s answers to her questions. She had wiped the tears from her eyes a while ago and her face returned to its normal hue. She smiled to herself. Then she got up, went around the desk, kissed Cyril on the cheek, and whispered, “Meet me in your bedroom once the transaction’s complete.” Then she left him there in the office with his thoughts.

Cyril stared after her. Then he sat back in his chair and thought, What have I done? He polished off what was left of his brandy, and alternated between sitting and pacing the floor for about a half an hour before he left to meet with Alfred to make preparations for his guest.
Broken: Chapter 25
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After being rejected by Sabina for the second time, Cyril found himself venturing to the rose garden. His heart was heavy and he was in deep need of consolation. The love of his life had rejected him not once, but twice and he was starting to sink into a deep depression. Upon entering the garden, he looked up and saw someone with long blonde hair sitting on the small stone bench not too far from him. It was obviously Faye. His heart leapt with joy at the sight of her then that joy quickly dissipated upon remembering what he had said to her the previous morning. Although he had the urge to walk away, he decided against it and approached her.

Faye sensed that someone was in her midst, so she turned to see who it was. She was hoping to see Mariam or Sabina, but when she saw Cyril, the hope in her eyes changed to disappointment.

“Hello, Faye,” said Cyril. She turned her back to him. He walked over to a bush and carefully plucked a beautiful red rose from it. Then he walked over to Faye and asked reminiscently, “Do you remember when you first got here?”

“How could I forget?” Faye replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

“I gave you a rose with the intent to comfort you,” he said as he gently stroked the petals of the rose he held in his hand then extended his arm to give it to Faye. She glared at him then at the rose. Then she looked back at him, but scoffed and turned away.
He took it back and continued to stroke the petals as he thought about what he would say next. “Faye,” he began, “I would like to apologize.”

“Whatever for?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’d like to apologize for the way I treated you yesterday. I never should have said the things I said and neither should I have done what I did. I…” He circled around so he could look her in the eyes when he said what he was about to say. “I love you, Faye.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed as she rose to her feet and prepared to run off. But before she could take a step, Cyril grabbed her hand.

Then without a warning, Faye spun around and slapped Cyril in the face, screaming, “Let go of me!” And he did. She glared at him as she fought the tears that stung the back of her eyes.

“Faye,” Cyril said gently as he reached for her.

“No,” Faye choked as she recoiled from him. “How can you come to me with this – this – I don’t even know what to call it?! You said that I disgusted you and that you never wanted to see me again. Now you’re saying that you love me? What the hell?” The poor girl burst into tears as all of her emotions began to surface.

Cyril stood and watched helplessly, unable to explain himself or his meager attempt to win her over. “Would you…” he began when she had calmed down some, “mind if I finished?” he asked softly.

She stopped crying and glared at him through her puffy red eyes. Then she turned away from him and hissed, “As much as I don’t want to hear what you have to say, I’ll let you speak.”

“Thank you.” He paused to regain the train of thought. “…I love you. I really do. There was never a moment where you disgusted me or turned me off. You are you and that’s why I love you. So, if you could please find it in your heart to forgive me, I will be forever in your debt.”

Faye was silent for a moment as she pondered what Cyril had just said. It was a lot to take in and she found herself longing to say that she forgave him and that she loved him too. But, she brought herself back to reality. He had hurt her terribly and if she were going to forgive him, he would have to pay. She needed time before she could answer him.

“Is that all?” she asked.

“Yes,” Cyril replied.

She turned to face him and saw that the man was kneeling on one knee with his head bowed; a sign of submission to her. This was a first for Faye to see Cyril in such a vulnerable position; highly unbecoming of a man of his status. She ignored his position long enough to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t answer you right now, Cyril. I need time to…think because — Well, you know…Then again you might not. Anyway, I will need time.”

Cyril was tempted to ask how much time, but he wasn’t willing to tempt Faye to make him wait an unreasonable amount of time for an answer. So, he just rose to his feet, gave her a nod and smile, and said, “When you’re ready, you know where to find me.” Then with that, he made his exit.

Faye lingered in the garden for a few more minutes and thought about all that transpired in the past ten or fifteen minutes. Cyril had been begging for a second, if not, third chance with her and this time, he promised that he’d be in her debt. That could have meant anything, but that statement alone piqued her interest. She shook her head and erased the daydream she had in her head of her and Cyril kissing, making love, and such. She loved Cyril and nothing would change that, but she wasn’t sure if she had the strength to forgive him for something so horrible. She needed more time.

So, she got up to leave. When she reached the cobblestone path that led back to the mansion, she heard something shift underfoot. So, she looked down and saw a beautiful red rose under her foot. She bent down and picked it up. Then looked around to see if someone was either watching her or retreating. She saw neither. Cyril must have dropped this, she thought. She shook him from her mind then proceeded to Sabina’s room with the rose in hand.

Faye had no idea why she was going to ask for Sabina’s help in this matter. She was the one she envied the most since Cyril seemed to favor her over Faye. Nonetheless, she thought that Sabina could be of some use to her for that matter. Then again, she wasn’t so sure. She paused before entering the room because she was having second thoughts. What would Sabina say? Would she admonish her or would she encourage her? I suppose I’ll just find out, she thought. Then she knocked on the door.

Inside the room, Lionel sat up gently so he wouldn’t wake Sabina. Who could that be? he thought. Could it have been Cyril? Perhaps it was Mariam. Or was it Faye? The only person other than Sabina who knew he was in the mansion was Mariam. If it were someone other than Mariam, he would be caught, so he decided to stay quiet.

Faye knocked again and received no answer. Then she tried turning the handle and discovered that the door was locked. She figured Sabina was asleep, so she turned and went to Mariam’s room instead. Once at the door, she knocked and was granted access when Mariam answered the door. Lionel saw all of this unfold from where he stood as he peeked out of the door, so he made a note to tell Sabina when she woke up. He locked the door again, picked up a book, sat down in a living chair, and began to read.

Once she was inside Mariam’s room, Faye took a seat on the cushioned windowsill while Mariam went to fetch her a cup of tea. She caressed the petals of the rose as she considered whether or not to ask Mariam’s advice. Since Sabina was asleep and she really had no one else she could trust, Faye decided to ask Mariam.

When Mariam returned, she held a beautiful white teacup with a dainty cherry blossom design on it, which rested on a matching saucer. “Be careful, dear. It’s still pretty hot,” Mariam said as she handed the tea to Faye.

“Thank you, Mariam,” Faye said with a smile as she laid the rose aside and took the tea. She blew on it a few times before taking a sip. She sighed in satisfaction; the tea was the perfect temperature and it was extra sweet. “I love your tea, Mariam.”

“Thank you, darling.” Mariam studied Faye for a moment before she continued saying, “How can I help you?”

“Huh?” Faye was thrown off by this sudden question. “I-I don’t under-,”

“I know you didn’t come by here just to have some tea.” Mariam shot her a knowing look. “You seem…troubled. What’s the problem, dear? You can trust me. Just tell me and I will do my best to help you.”

Faye felt so grateful in that moment. Mariam was offering to help her regardless of the fact that she did not know all of the details surrounding Faye’s situation. Indeed Faye could confide in her. “Well,” Faye began as she set aside the tea, “I have somewhat of a dilemma.”

“…Go on.” Mariam said with a wave of her hand. “Just talk and I’ll listen.”

“Okay.” Faye went on to tell Mariam about everything that transpired between her and Cyril over the past few days and as Mariam had said, she did not utter a single word. “Now, today he came to me asking…begging for my forgiveness. Like I said before, I love him.”

“Despite all the wrong he’s done?”

“Yes,” Faye said without hesitation. “I want to forgive him…then again, I don’t. What do you think I should do, Mariam?”

“It’s not my place to tell you what you should do, but I can tell you what I would do.”

“Please, do.”

“Well…I would ask him to do something for me; something that I think he would never do. But, I would make a catch.”

“What would the catch be?” Faye asked as she sat on the edge of her seat, heart pounding so fast she thought it would burst from her chest.

“I would say ‘If you love me, you will do’ whatever my request would be.”

Faye considered this and thought, This sounds better than any advice Sabina could give me. However, she knew she needed to be fair since Sabina was like an older sister to her and had always been her idol and mentor. A lot had changed between her time at Bernard’s shop and now. She currently saw Sabina as a rival more than anything else, but nonetheless, she needed to hold off on making her decision until she heard what Sabina had to say. Until then, she decided to stay with Mariam and keep her company.

About three hours later, Sabina woke up and felt the other side of the bed, hoping to snuggle with Lionel only to find his side of the bed empty. She sat up and stretched before looking around the room. Still no sign of Lionel.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open and a cloud of steam filled the threshold. Then Lionel emerged, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. Sabina couldn’t help but blush since this was only her second time seeing him naked or almost naked in this case.

“Good evening, sleepyhead,” Lionel said as he walked over to the bed and began to dry off, causing Sabina to look away out of embarrassment. “Did you sleep well?”

“Y-Yes. Did you have a good shower?”

“Yes, I did.” Lionel replied as he observed Sabina’s unusual behavior. “Wish you could have joined me…Why do you look away when I’m naked?”

“N-No reason in particular,” Sabina stammered.

Lionel went around to the other side of the bed where Sabina looked to and stood before her only to have her look away again. “Do I displease you?”

“No, Lionel. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then, why do you look away from me?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Look at me, Sabina.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Look at me.” He gently turned her head toward him, but her eyes remained closed. “Open your eyes, love.” Sabina reluctantly obeyed and took in the marvelous sight that stood before her, which was Lionel, her husband and lover. Lionel took her hand and placed it on his chest then guided her hand lower and lower until it touched the hairs of his happy trail. “Look at me…touch me. I. Am. Yours. To use however you please.”

Sabina’s face was crimson red and her mouth hung wide open. She was burning with pure desire. This was the most erotic thing he had ever done and it was working. The softness of his skin and the tautness of his muscles was more than enough to make her want him. She knelt on the bed, brought Lionel’s face closer to hers, and she closed the distance with a needy, sloppy wet kiss.

Lionel also knelt on the bed and gently pushed Sabina onto her back without breaking the kiss. He then hiked up her dress and began to tease her through her panties. Sabina broke the kiss and squealed as he did so. It was so good that he had her seeing stars, but he wasn’t through with her yet. So, he quickly removed her panties and prepared to enter her.

When Sabina realized what was happening, she pushed him away and stammered, “W-W-Wait. Wait. I-I’m sorry, Lionel, but I don’t want that.”

“Then, what is it that you want?” he asked, trying not to sound or look so disappointed.

“I want…” She paused because in reality, she didn’t know what she wanted. Of course she wanted to be satisfied, but Lionel wanted that too, if not, more than her. “N-Never mind. Do what you will.”

Lionel saw right past that. “Oh, no. I said that I was to be used for your pleasure today. Say the word and I will do whatever you say.”

“Lionel-,” Sabina said as she sat up.

“Or do you not want me to serve you?”

“I-I don’t know…”

Lionel had never seen this side of Sabina before. She was soft-spoken and very indecisive; nothing like the usual bold and confident Sabina. He figured it was because Cyril had never allowed her any power and now that he was giving her that power, she didn’t know how to handle it. So, he just hugged her before he kissed her on the forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry. There will be other times.” Then he got up and dressed. “Oh, Faye was looking for you, too.”

“What? When?”

“A few hours ago.”

“Did she see you?” Sabina asked, hoping that the girl hadn't seen him, knowing that there was a possibility that she would tell Cyril if she did.

“No. She didn’t see me.”

“Oh, thank God,” Sabina said after letting out a big sigh of relief. “Do you know what she wanted?”

“No, but it seemed to be important. Anyway, she went to see Mariam. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still there.” He pulled on some pants and fastened his belt.

“Alright, then,” Sabina said, rising to her feet and going over to the mirror to try and fix her tousled hair. She did the best she could, but it still gave off the appearance that she had just woken up and possibly wrestled between the sheets. “I’m off to go fetch her. Please, be sure to hide and don’t come out until she’s gone.”

“And what if she doesn’t leave?”

“Stay hidden for as long as necessary and I’ll try to help you.”

Lionel made a dissatisfied face since he wasn’t all too pleased with that answer. Nonetheless, he agreed to do what he was told and Sabina left to go find Faye.

She knocked on Mariam’s door then the little old woman answered the door shortly after and invited her inside. There, she found Faye as Lionel had said. She was sipping on some tea and nibbling on a biscuit.

“So wonderful for you to join us,” said Mariam as she sat down next to Sabina. “Would you like some tea, darling?”

“No, thank you,” Sabina replied politely.

“Then, how about a biscuit?”

“Mm…” Sabina was about to decline, but she took another look at the biscuits and boy, did they look delicious. They smelled so heavenly, too. “Oh, I suppose I could have just one.” She grabbed a biscuit and started to nibble on it.

“Sabina, just the woman I’d like to see!” said Faye after swallowing the last bit of her biscuit. “Why didn’t you answer your door before?”

“I must have been asleep when you came, dear. I’m sorry. I’ve been very…busy as of late.”

“I understand. I needed to talk to you.” Faye set aside her teacup and saucer before she grabbed another biscuit.

“What about?” Sabina asked, taking another bite of her biscuit.

“I asked Mariam already, but I would like your opinion on what I should do about Cyril.”

The tea that Sabina was sipping suddenly went down the wrong pipe and she started coughing. Mariam patted her on the back until she recovered. “Wh-What did you say?” Sabina sputtered.

“Let me tell you the story…Cyril came to me and apologized for how he had wronged me two days ago. I’ve been wrestling with the question of whether or not I should forgive him. However, over the course of the past few hours, I’ve come to conclude that I love him…This is something I’ve known from the beginning, but I’ve had my doubts. I love him, but I’m not sure whether or not I can forgive him for what he did…Now, I ask you: What do you think I should do?”

Sabina was in shock. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Faye loves…Cyril? she thought. It made no sense whatsoever. A young girl like Faye falling for a thirty-two year old bachelor? Something wasn’t right about that. And not just that, Faye had seen Cyril do his worst to Sabina and she was drawn to the same man who executed such injustice? How could that be?

“Sabina?” Faye said as she waved in front of Sabina’s face. “Hello?”

Sabina shook her head and came back to reality. “Huh? What?”

“What should I do?”

Sabina cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment.”

“That’s all right.” Faye had an idea of what Sabina would say, but she wanted to hear it anyway.

“Faye,” Sabina began with a sigh, “you know I love you like a sister…and I wouldn’t tell you to do something unless I would be willing to do the same.” Faye nodded. “So, I’m going to tell you that you’re crazy.”

A quizzical look came across Faye’s face. She wasn’t sure if she had heard Sabina correctly when she said she was ‘crazy.’ So, she said, “Come again?”

“Faye, I’m sorry, but how can you possibly love Cyril after all he’s done?”

“I just do!” Faye shouted defensively.

“You can’t ‘just’ anything, Faye! You can’t love Cyril!”

Mariam felt where things were going and took that as her cue to leave. Neither Sabina nor Faye acknowledged her absence.

“And why not?”

“You know why, Faye. Th-Think of all the damage he’s caused! He bought us, murdered my husband, he’s raped me on multiple occasions, which resulted in the birth of my-,” The twins' faces flashed across Sabina’s mind, but she ignored them long enough to make her point. “Children…He raped you then went on to take advantage of your feelings, and…”

Faye leaned forward and asked, “What?”

Sabina just shook her head dismissively.

Faye sat back in her seat and considered all Sabina had said. Yes, Cyril had done a lot of damage, but her love remained true. She was hopelessly in love. Her love was unconditional and ever abounding. “But…he said he loved me, Sabina.”

“That doesn’t-,”

“More than once, at that! And I think he wants to make me his lady,” Faye added with a flip of her hair and a proud smile.

Sabina shook her head and studied Faye. She wasn’t getting anywhere with her. The girl had changed…and obviously not for the better. Maybe reasoning with her will help, she thought. Then she took a deep breath and said, “Faye, Cyril doesn’t love you.”

Faye raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. That couldn’t possibly be right. Cyril seemed so sincere. “Wh…What?”

Sabina didn’t hesitate to repeat herself. She was going to be relentless and drive her point home. “He doesn’t love you, dear. All he’s concerned about is his satisfaction; you’re nothing but a pawn in his little game. The only role you play is fulfilling his fantasies.” She paused to let Faye chew on that and possibly respond before she continued.

Faye couldn't bring herself to accept what she was hearing even though deep within her heart, she knew it was true. “N-No…” she said, her voice quaking. “You-You’re wrong about him.”

“No, Faye. You and I both know how right I am. He played the both of us. He told me that he wanted me to be his lady long before he told you, meaning that he only came to you when he couldn’t have me.”

“N-N-,” Faye began to hyperventilate as her fantastical world began to crumble around her.

“Yes, that means you were the runner up in this case, darling.” Sabina questioned whether she needed to be so harsh, but she decided that since it seemed to be highly effective, she’d use it as long as necessary. “As much as I…hate to tell you this, you were never his first choice.”

Faye hung her head and looked like she was about to cry. Sabina thought she had won, but was surprised when Faye opened her mouth and said, “Is that so?”

“Yes, it is,” Sabina replied matter-of-factly.

“Hm…Then would you mind explaining to me why he noticed me before he noticed you back at Bernard’s?”

Sabina was taken aback by this. She recalled Cyril noticing her first. “I’m sorry, Faye, but I think you’re mista-,”

“No,” Faye said as she rose to her feet. “You’re the one who’s mistaken! Cyril saw me before he even considered you. He wanted me upon sight…it was obvious. Then you intervened,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose as she sat back down.

“That doesn’t mean he loves you, dear. Open your eyes—Open your ears and listen to what I am telling you! Cyril used you, he used me; he used the both of us…but I’m afraid he used you more.”

“At least I made it worthwhile!” Faye spat. “Unlike you, I received his advances willingly, never pushing him away when all he wished was to show his love for you.”

Sabina sat back in her seat and looked at Faye in disbelief. She had lost her. Faye was too far-gone; so wrapped up in Cyril, she couldn’t be unwound even by the soundest voice of reason. Every time, Sabina tried to reason with her, the girl would immediately come to Cyril’s defense, concocting some type of explanation or justification for his rash actions.

“What happened to you?” asked Sabina.

“Cyril,” Faye replied simply. “My dear sweet Cyril happened to me and I like it.”

“This isn’t the Faye I know.”

“No, it’s not,” Faye said with mock sympathy. “That Faye is dead. New Faye is here to stay, so you might as well get used to it.” She stood up and straightened her dress then said, “It was nice talking with you, but now I have to go have a little chat with Cyril.”

“No.” Sabina grabbed Faye by the arm and said, “I can’t let you do so without hearing me out completely.”

Faye looked at her as if to say: ‘How dare you.’

“Must I remind you of the fateful night Cyril accosted you?”

The smug look on Faye’s face changed to a look of horror as the memories began to flash across her mind. She shook her head no, but Sabina proceeded.

“How did it feel, Faye?”

“Stop it,” Faye whispered.

“How did it feel to have Cyril pin you down, strip you bare, and feast his eyes on your naked flesh? How did it feel to have his hands run over every inch of your body?”

“Please stop,” Faye begged as she fought the tears that were forming in her eyes.

“How did it feel to have him violate you with his lips, tongue, fingers, and his member?”

“Stop it!” Faye screamed as she struggled to break free of Sabina’s grasp, but Sabina was too strong.

“Did it hurt?”

“Let go of me!”

“Did. It. Hurt?” Sabina reiterated.

“…Yes,” Faye choked.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” the young woman wept as she sank to her knees.

“How much?”

“A lot…and he j-just wouldn’t stop! No matter how much I begged!”

“No matter how much you cried, screamed, and resisted?” Faye shook her head as she let out a few broken sobs. Sabina paused to let the girl catch her breath before continuing saying, “Then, how do you think I felt when Cyril raped me and made my husband, Lionel, watch?” Faye bit back a sob. “How do you think it felt when I discovered I was pregnant by that monster and not by Lionel?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Faye sobbed. Sabina couldn’t tell whether Faye was apologizing for allying with Cyril or for the horrible things that happened to her.

“But, do you see my point?” Sabina asked, releasing Faye’s arm. She nodded. “Do you see now why you can’t stay on his side?”

Faye rubbed her arm for a while, pondering Sabina’s words. Then she cleared her throat and said, “Yes, I understand.” Sabina was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Faye cut her off saying, “But, I refuse to be another you.”

“What’re you-,”

“I will not be another Sabina De la Rosa!” Faye looked Sabina up and down then scoffed. “Cyril adored – No – adores you. He would spend his last penny on you. He’d probably even die for you. He showered you with all of the good things. He bought you the best clothes, the finest jewelry, made sure you were well fed, and…he even let you have his children.”

“I never asked for-,”

“Then there’s me…Yes, he gave me almost everything you got, but one thing was missing. Do you know what that something was, Sabina?” Sabina didn’t answer. “It was love.”

“Faye, why are you saying all of this?”

“Cyril loves you, Sabina!” Faye shouted. “He offered to make you his lady twice and what do you do? You reject him both times! How could you? How dare you?! How dare you reject something too wonderful for words? I never would’ve done anything like that…in fact I practically would’ve jumped into his arms and begged for the wedding to be the very moment after he asked…” She chuckled hysterically. “I hate you.”

“What?” Sabina asked, confused by where the conversation had suddenly gone. One moment Faye was questioning her and berating her. Now she was declaring how much she ‘hated’ Sabina.

“I. Hate. You,” Faye said in a darker tone, emphasizing every word.

“May I ask why?” Sabina asked calmly.

“You were always the one to get the most attention. You were purchased the most and returned the most. You captivated Cyril the moment he saw you and you still captivate him. You have him in the palm of your hand yet you refused to let him express his love for you in the most sacred way possible.” She scoffed. “But, you know what? That’s fine…because I’m going to make him love me the same way he loved you, if not better.”

Suddenly, Sabina slapped Faye so hard she knocked her to the floor. Sabina slowly rose to her feet and said in a calm voice, “Shut up, Faye. You know nothing of what you speak. Do you think I asked for my beauty? My grace? My poise? Do you think I asked for the fire in my eyes that draws men to me like moths to a flame?

“No! I never asked for that…or any of this.” She gestured to the room they stood in, referring to their current situation. “I never asked for Cyril’s twisted love, my children, or for you to get caught in the middle of all of it…” She stepped over Faye, who sat holding her cheek, and headed for the door. “Mark my words; Cyril is incapable of loving anyone other than himself. So, please don’t think that you’ll be able to change that because you won’t.” Then with that, Sabina left the room.

Faye remained there on the floor, holding her cheek and seething. The heat of her anger built and a tear escaped her eye. I don’t think, she thought. I know.
Broken: Chapter 24
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When Sabina and Lionel woke from their nap some three hours later, Sabina felt the need to come clean. “Lionel?” she said.

“Yes, my love?” he replied, still high on their passionate love affair.

“I have something to tell you,” she continued as she fiddled with the sheet.

“What is it?” Lionel asked, sitting up.

“C-Cyril asked me to come see him tonight.”

Lionel froze. He was not sure if he had heard Sabina correctly, so he asked, “Could you please say that again? I’m not sure if I heard you correctly.”

Sabina bit her lip then complied. “Cyril asked me to come see him tonight.”



“The answer is no. You’re not going to see him.”

“But, Lionel, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to execute our plan.”

Lionel squinted at her. He said he’d forgiven her, but he still had his doubts. “Does the plan involve you going to bed with him?”

“No. Maybe in his mind, but-,”

“Then my word still stands. You are not going to see him tonight and that is final.”


“Drop it.”

Sabina groaned as she threw the covers off herself and stormed into the bathroom where she came to stand at the sink. She glared at her reflection in the mirror. She had a certain glow about her, but her anger seemed to dissipate it. She saw Lionel enter through the door and she looked away from him with a pout.

He came up behind her and embraced her from behind. “I’m sorry, Sabina, but I don’t understand why you’re so upset over this.”

Sabina rolled her eyes and turned to face him saying, “I’m upset because I actually thought you’d be on my side for once.”

“I’ve always been on your side. I just don’t want you to have any physical contact with him.”

Sabina sighed and said, “My plan was to go to Cyril tonight, make my demands, get them, kill him, and get out of town.” Lionel made a knowing look that got Sabina’s attention. “What?” she asked.

“As nice as killing him sounds, it won’t be necessary.”


“All I have to do is write a letter and he’ll be taken care of.”

“Then, wh—If that was the case, why did you go through with writing a ransom letter and all that before?” Sabina demanded.

“Because I was bent on hardcore revenge. I’ve had some time to think lately and revise my strategy.”

“I still want to kill him,” Sabina mumbled.

“Not necessary,” Lionel said in a sing-song voice.

“Then, can I at least castrate him?” she whined.


“Oh, come on!”

“Sabina, let me take care of this. If we do it my way, I’m sure we’ll get more than we could get if we killed Cyril. Okay?”

Sabina still was not convinced. She wanted to kill the man that had made her life and so many other lives a living hell. She wanted to make him pay for all the damage he had caused, but most of all, she wanted to make sure he never lived to corrupt another pure, innocent woman or girl ever again.

“Please?” Lionel pleaded.

Sabina bit the inside of her cheek and said, “Fine, I’ll play by your rules, but it just so happens that I already agreed to see Cyril tonight.” Lionel’s jaw hit the floor. “What do you say to that?”

“…Why would you do that, Sabina? You know he only wants to take you to bed.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll let him.” She smirked.

Lionel sighed as he ran a hand down his face. “Okay, fine. You can go see him, but don’t override my plan.”

“I won’t. You had just better start writing.” She patted his arm then sashayed back into the bedroom.

Whatever will I do with this woman? Lionel thought to himself.


Sabina was applying the last few touches to her makeup. She was about to go see Cyril and she needed to look stunning. Lionel sat on the bed watching her silently. He still was not happy about her going to see that dirty dog, but she had already agreed and he couldn’t stop her from doing so. All he could do was wait.

“That does it,” said Sabina. She turned to Lionel and asked, “How do I look?”

He took in the sight of her. Black eyeliner lined her eyes, which was accompanied by some dark blue eyeshadow. Her lips shone with beeswax and honey. A teardrop necklace adorned her neck and matching earrings hung from her ears. The dress she wore was black, short-sleeved, form-fitting, and had a plunging backline. “Too good if you ask me,” he mumbled.

Sabina sucked her teeth, walked over to Lionel and caressed his face. “Lionel, don’t be like that. I’m just going to keep him company, that’s all.”

“That’s most likely not what he has in mind.”

“I know that, but please don’t be so moody. I’ll be back later, okay?”

“If he lets you.”

“Trust me. He will. I won’t let him keep me.”

Lionel stood up and ran his hands down the length of Sabina’s arms before he took her hands in his. “Please be careful,” he whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He kissed both her hands and let her go to see that sex-crazed monster.

Once she was gone, he lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking. Thinking about when their help would come because he did not want Sabina to be in a position where Cyril could try to trap her again. He had snuck the letter into the carrier’s bag immediately after he finished writing it. The carrier would leave the next morning, but there was no telling when his intell would receive it and respond. With a sigh, Lionel rested his arm over his eyes and whispered a prayer for Sabina’s protection and that she would return to him safely.

With every step she took, Sabina grew more ill at ease about what awaited her once she stepped over Cyril’s threshold. She didn’t know what to expect or how she would react if he tried to force himself on her. All she wanted was an evening of pleasant conversation, but that was not guaranteed knowing Cyril’s ever changing whim.

When she reached his bedroom door, she had this overwhelming desire to flee and not look back. Yes, he had told her to come visit him, but technically, she did not have to do so. Nonetheless, she decided to confront him and face her fears by spending the night with him. So, she took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and waited.
A few moments later, Cyril answered the door and the moment he saw Sabina, his face lit up. “Sabina, I’m so happy you came. Please, come in.” He stepped aside and granted her access to his comfortable living space.

Once inside, Sabina looked around the room and took in the atmosphere. It was obvious that Cyril was trying to create an intimate atmosphere with all of the lit candles and path of red rose petals that led to the bed. That went to show that Cyril had only one thing on his mind. Sabina shook her head at the thought.

“Have a seat,” Cyril said as he brushed passed Sabina and made his way to the mahogany dresser. Sabina obeyed. Then he asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you,” Sabina said with a half smile.

“Alright, then.” After closing the door of the dresser, Cryil returned with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, regardless of what Sabina said, and set them on the table. Then sat down on the couch across from her and poured himself a glass, sat back, took a sip, and looked at Sabina.

She looked stunning in the candlelight. He took another sip of his wine then licked the excess droplets from his upper lip. “You look marvelous in this light.”

“Thank you,” Sabina said simply. Then she looked away out of a mix of embarassment and disgust.

An awkward silence filled the room for what seemed to be an eternity. While in this eternity, Sabina could literally feel Cyril undressing her with his eyes and it made her skin crawl. All the while, Cyril knew what he was doing; it was his intention to get her uncomfortable and flustered. He wanted to make her squirm because in his mind, she actually liked it and was more prone to surrender to him in this state.

He rose to his feet, circled the table, and sat down next to Sabina on the opposite couch. When he went to put his arm around her, she flinched. “You’re shaking. Sabina, if something is bothering you, by all means, tell me.”

Sabina hesitated. Cyril held her gaze for a few moments before she looked away. Then he gently grabbed her chin and guided her to look back at him. “Tell me,” he whispered.

She studied his eyes. They seemed to convey that he was genuinely concerned about her. “I…I’m frightened,” she said.

Cyril released her chin and slightly tilted his head to the side. “Of what?”


“Me?” An amused look crossed his face. “Why?”

“Must I answer?”

“Please do. I’m curious.” He saw Sabina was reluctant to do so. “Humor me.”

“Honestly, you’re controlling, demanding, unpredictable…violent, and worst of all, you’re sexual appetite is insatiable.”

Cyril just looked at her for a moment. Then he burst out laughing, which confused Sabina.

What is wrong with this man? she thought.

Cyril finally stopped laughing about a minute later. He wiped a tear from his eye and said, “Oh, Sabina. That was grand!”

“What was so funny?” she asked.

“The fact that you know me so well by now. I find that hilarious! But, you got one thing wrong.” His tone got darker at the end of his last sentence.

“What’s that?”

“You said that I’m violent.”

“But, you-,” He raised his hand and she stopped speaking.

“I may be rough in bed, but that does not make me a violent person,” he explained.

“But, you whipped me on my first night here, you raped Faye, then you raped me countless times after that, and then you beat me for calling you out about something else that had to do with Faye! How can you have the audacity to not call yourself violent after all that?”

“…Touché. You have an impeccable memory as well. What else can you tell me about my personality?” he asked, placing his hand a little too high above the knee.

Sabina jumped up and stood behind the living chair, which was to her left.

“What’s the matter, love?” Cyril asked, wondering why she would react that way. She did not complain when he touched her there on the many occasions before that particular evening.

“C-Cyril, what do you want?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you ask me here tonight? You had to want something by doing so.”

Cyril looked at her and sighed before, placing his glass down on the coffee table, rising to his feet, and saying, “You’re right. I want you, Sabina. I’ve been dying to hold you in my arms again…I-I’ve been having dreams about you; wild dreams in which we make love and the faces and sounds you make are so real that I-,”

“Cyril,” Sabina stopped him before he could make her surrender with his words alone.


“I don’t…I don’t want to make love.”

Cyril was shocked that she’d be bold enough to tell him that, knowing that he could easily force her. He didn’t hear himself say this, but he said, “Then, what would you like to do?”

Sabina looked at him like he had just gained a thousand pounds. “What did you say?” she asked.


“What did you say?” she repeated.

“I…I don’t know. What did you hear me say?”

“I thought I heard you ask me what I would like to do instead of make love.”

“Oh…Then, I suppose you heard correctly.” He cleared his throat. “What would you like to do, Sabina?”

“…C-Can we just talk?”

Cyril tilted his head. “Talk?” Sabina nodded. “What about?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “Life? Love? Money?”

Cyril was still unsure about where this would lead. One side of him still wanted to take her to bed, but the other side of him actually wanted to have a conversation with this woman whom he had grown to love in a short period of time. “Alright.” He sat back down on the couch. “Have a seat.” Sabina came and sat beside him. “So, what would you like to talk about?” he asked.

“First, I’d like to answer your question from before.”

Cyril had to think for a moment about what he had asked. Then he remembered and said, “Go ahead.”

“Well, I could tell you that you are very competitive, you have a bad temper, but regardless of all this, you have a rather long fuse.”

“Really?” She nodded. “What makes you think I’m competitive?” he asked with a devilish grin.

“I’ve seen you plenty of times after losing a chess match with Alfred; not a pretty sight. You would demand to have rematches like it was no one’s business.”

“Alfred is quite the opponent.”

“That he is.”

A moment of silence passed and the two looked around the room aimlessly because they did not want to catch the other looking at them. Then Cyril looked at Sabina as if he were searching for an answer to a question that was not asked.

Sabina’s eyes soon met his. “What?” she asked.

“…I want to ask you something,” Cyril replied as he shifted his body toward her.

“O-Okay. What is it?”

“When I bought you, your records were very…vague concerning your birthplace, what circumstances under which you were delivered to Bernard, and the list goes on.”

“So, you’d like me to tell you my story,” Sabina said as she completed his thought in her mind.

“Yes, please.”

Sabina studied the man who sat before her. He was asking her to share her story with him. A part of her wanted to refuse, but another part wanted to share because she believed that would be the only time she would be able to share who she was. In the end, she wanted him to remember her, so she agreed.

“As you know, my name is Sabina De la Rosa and I am twenty-one years old. I am from a small town called Sotomayor and my family was there since its establishment. My father’s name was Thomas and my mother’s name was Sofia. I was their only child whom they adored…” She bit her lip as the memory of them crossed her mind. “And I loved them even more,” she choked.

“How did you wind up in slavery? Were you sold?”

Sabina glared at Cyril and he flinched backward. “How dare you suggest that my parents sold me! They loved me. They wouldn’t have sold me for all of the wealth in the world,” she said in a dark, menacing tone of voice that sent shivers down Cyril’s spine. He had never seen that side of her before and he vowed never to bring that side out of her again.

“I’m sorry,” he said with all sincerity. “Then, how?”

“…It was a cold autumn night and my father had just tucked me in and turned out the light. I don’t know how long it took me to fall asleep, but I remember being woken up by the sound of my mother screaming. It turned out that as we were sleeping, some three or four men entered our home with the intention of getting some money.”

She saw the confused look on Cyril’s face and she went on to explain that her father was a very successful merchant who did business in the town square. The men had been watching him for some time, learning his daily routines, places he would go for leisure, and his home. Then they waited for the right moment to strike.

“And that night was the night. I remember they had my parents tied to chairs, which faced each other. My mother was crying and my father tried to comfort her as I watched from my bedroom, unable to move or speak. They beat my father mercilessly, but he wouldn’t tell them where the money was. The truth was, he had hidden it in a secret compartment of my jewelry box, but I was too scared to expose myself to those ruffians and I don’t think that is what my parents would have wanted, either. So, I remained hidden.

“They soon grew tired of my father’s stubbornness and turned their attention to my mother. One of the men said that if my father wouldn’t talk voluntarily, they would force him to talk. It was then that they cut my mother’s bonds, stripped her bare, forced her onto the table, held her down, and…and they raped her,” she choked. “I witnessed my mother’s rape, her and my father’s deaths, and was thrown into a world of sick, sex-crazed men. I…I’ve never forgotten what I witnessed that night and I don’t think I ever will. I can’t help but notice the irony of the situation, though.” Cyril looked at her as if he were confused. “The irony is that you did the same exact thing that those men did to my mother and father to me and Lionel. What do you think of that?”

It was like a dagger had been twisted in Cyril’s heart. He knew Sabina had wounds, but he didn’t know how deep those wounds ran. Now, everything had come full circle and he understood the damage he had done. He dropped to his knees and took her hands in his, saying, “I’m so sorry, Sabina. I didn’t know, but now I see all the more damage I’ve done to you in my wreckless actions. Please, forgive me. Tell me what you want and by all means, I will give it to you.”

“Anything I want?” she asked.

“Yes,” Cyril said with a deep bow of his head to emphasize his sincerity.

Oh, the possibilities, Sabina thought. She had everything she wanted to say planned out in her mind, but she wanted something more; something beyond the touch of man and reality itself. “You said you would give me anything I want?”

“Yes, yes!”

Sabina raised his head so he could look her directly in the eyes. She wore a non-expressive mask to hide all of the anger and sorrow within her, knowing she would never be able to get what she was about to ask. “Then, give me back my innocence.”

Cyril’s eyes grew large as he tried to process what she had just said. He placed a shaky hand on her knee and swallowed hard, trying to rid himself of that irritating dry throat. “I-I’m sorry, Sabina…but I can’t give you that.”

“And why not? Have you not all the money in the world? Of course the great Master Cyril Van Tassel should be able to afford that, right?”

“I’m sorry, Sabina,” he said again. “Is there…anything else I could get you?” he asked as he slowly rose to his feet.

Sabina looked him up and down then said, “Not at this moment.” Then she rose to her feet and said, “This was a pleasant conversation, Cyril, but I must be going. I have to see after my children.”

She made her way to the door, but before she could touch the doorknob, she felt two arms enclose about her waist. They were shaking terribly. “Cyril?” she said.

“Please, d-don’t leave, Sabina,” he choked. “S-Stay a little while l-longer.” He sniffled.

Sabina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was this strong, stoic, and often intimidating man crying? She needed to confirm this with her eyes. She turned around and beheld a broken man. Cyril’s eyes were red and tears were falling down his cheeks without end. There was no way she could leave him in a state like this, so she took him in her arms and guided him back to the couch where they sat and she let him rest his head on her chest. She shushed him as she stroked his hair and hummed a lullabye her mother used to sing to her when she was young.

It was not long before the tears stopped, but when Sabina tried to move, Cyril had a death grip around her waist. She looked at his face and he was sleeping peacefully. She looked up and mouthed, “Why me?” She had no other choice, but to wait until he woke up. Sleep soon began to beckon her and she fell asleep in the arms of the enemy.

The next morning, Cyril awoke feeling refreshed and warm. He moved to sit up, but something was holding his head in place. He sat up gently as not to disturb whatever was holding him. Fortunately, his captor did not stir. He looked down and beheld Sabina who looked stunning even when she slept. She stayed with me all night? he thought. Then he recalled the events of the previous night; their deep conversation, his apology, and the tears. He looked down at the lovely woman who lay before him sleeping peacefully and whispered, “Thank you, Sabina.”

To his surprise, she began to stir. She stretched then rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes, smudging her makeup. Then she looked to Cyril who smiled at her and said, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”

“I suppose…Did you sleep well?”

“The best sleep I’ve had in my life. Would you care to join me for breakfast?”

“I…I’m sorry, but I can’t. I need to tend to the twins.”

“Speaking of the twins, you haven’t let me see them. May I?”

Sabina bit her lip as she recalled Cyril’s behavior on their birthday. “I don’t know if I should,” she said hesitantly. “Especially not after your reaction to what I named our son.”

“I’m sorry, Sabina. This has been weighing on my heart for some time now. Please let me see them. It would mean the world to me if you did.”


“Oh, thank you!” He hugged her tightly. “You won’t regret it! When can I come see them?”

“Um…Noon will be fine. I’ll meet you there.”

“Wonderful! You’re free to go. Oh!” He took her hands in his and with all the sincerity he could muster, he said, “And thank you…for everything.” Then he kissed both her hands, escorted her to the door, and sent her on her way.

Sabina then made her way to her room. She was glad that things had gone according to plan and that she did not reek of Cyril. When she entered her bedroom, she found Lionel sleeping soundly. She walked over to the bed and crawled in beside him, resting her head on his chest.

“Good morning,” said a half-sleep Lionel.

“Good morning,” replied Sabina who was just about to close her eyes.

“Are you all right?”


“Did that bastard try anything last night?”

“Once, but I was firm with him and he respected my wishes.”

Lionel was silent for a beat. He was looking for a reason to kill Cyril or seriously injure him then, but he had no cause to do so. “Alright, then. You must be tired.”

“Just a little.”

“Go to sleep, love. You’ve earned it after a night like yours. I need to talk to you when you wake up.”

“What about?” Sabina asked, sitting up.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lionel replied as he gently brought her head to rest on his chest again. “I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

“Alright,” Sabina acquiesced. “Oh, wake me a little before noon.”

“I will.”

“Thank you.”

Lionel lay there with Sabina and watched her drift off to sleep. He had done much thinking the night before. He considered Sabina’s thoughts as to how to dispose of Cyril and he understood why she would want him dead. She wanted to prevent that monster of a man from taking advantage of any other girl or woman. So, that is why he retrieved the letter from the messenger’s bag and burned it in some fireplace while she was gone from him. He had plans for Cyril.

He woke Sabina fifteen minutes before noon as promised so she could freshen up before her meeting with Cyril. Of course, Lionel asked her why she needed him to wake her so early. She saw no point in lying, so she told him she was going to supervise Cyril’s meeting with the children.

“What? How could-,”

“Lionel, can we at least give him the pleasure of seeing his children before…before your plan goes into motion?”

Lionel did not want to give that demon any sense of happiness while he still drew breath. After looking into Sabina’s pleading eyes, he just couldn’t bring himself to say no. So, he agreed reluctantly.

“Oh, thank you, Lionel!” She hugged him and kissed him although he did not return the gesture or tell her that she was welcome. “Now, stay hidden.”

“Wait, why? Are you planning to bring him in here?”

“No, but knowing Cyril, he’d probably want to visit.”

Lionel sighed heavily. He knew he had no control over the situation whether Cyril came into the room or not. So, he agreed and sent Sabina on her way. Then he disappeared into the arminoire.

As soon as Sabina entered Mariam’s room, her eyes came to rest on Cyril holding baby Lionel. She froze in shock at the sight because when they were born, Cyril was a raging beast over the boy’s name. Then Cyril looked at her with a smile. “About time you got here,” he said as he walked towards her with Lionel cradled in his arms. “He looks an awful lot like me, don’t you think?”

Sabina looked at the chubby babbling baby boy who looked up at his father with great curiosity. He had Cyril’s piercing blue eyes and blonde peach fuzz covering his head. “Yes, he does.” She then walked over to Hope’s bassinet and Cyril followed. She was fast asleep. Cyril looked her over and said, “Well, she’s definitely your daughter.”

“How can you tell?” Sabina asked playfully.

“She has your tan skin, your curly hair, your long eyelashes, and she most likely has your beautiful green eyes, as well.” Sabina had to look away from Cyril before he pulled her into his orbit. She scooped Hope out of her bassinet because it was time to feed her and her brother.

She turned away then Cyril came over. When she saw him, she said, “Um, do you mind…?”

“Oh, of course!” Then he turned walked away and amused himself with Lionel who was quite a quiet child.

About twenty minutes passed before Cyril heard a satisfied burp. Before he knew it, Lionel had been taken from his arms and he had to find another way to occupy himself. So, he picked up Hope and began to make “conversation” with her. He was right; she did have Sabina’s eyes. He had no doubt that she would inherit her mother’s attitude as well. She seemed to have a little fight in her even at this tender age.

Another twenty minutes passed and another burp came. Sabina placed Lionel in his bassinet and she instructed Cyril to do the same with Hope. He did then they left the twins under Mariam’s watch. Once in the hallway, Cyril said, “They are absolutely divine, Sabina, darling! I can’t believe such greatness came from me.”

Sabina plastered a smile on her face and nodded as she thought, Me, neither considering how hot-headed and violent you can be.

“Thank you so much for allowing me to see them, Sabina,” he said, taking her hands in his. “I feel that if I were to die, I would do so happily because I was able to see my children.”

“I’m glad.”

He kissed both of her hands and walked her to her door. Sabina was about to bid him farewell, but Cyril cut her off asking, “May I come in?”

Sabina hesitated. She had told Lionel to stay hidden and she was confident that he did so, but she wasn’t sure where he was hiding or where Cyril would go if she let him in the room. He was looking at her expectantly, so she said, “Yes, you may.” She opened the door and let him inside.

Sabina quickly scanned the room and saw no sign of Lionel or Faye. The bed was made and the air was free of Lionel’s scent. Suddenly, she was embraced from behind. Cyril pulled the collar on her dress aside to expose her skin and he sucked at her neck. She tried to pull away from him, but to no avail. “Cyril,” she whimpered.

“Sabina, please don’t argue with me,” he whispered against her skin. “It’s been so long since I’ve made love to you properly.” He ran his nose up her neck until it reached the shell of her ear. “Please.”

Sabina flinched when he nipped her ear. “It’s too early. Why here? Why now?” she asked as she managed to turn around and look into his eyes.

“You let me see my children and I am forever grateful for that…So, I want to return the favor.” Sabina looked away from him and bit her lip.

Little did they know that Lionel was watching all of this unfold from within the arminoire. He was furious and was doing everything within his power not to burst out of the closet. His mind went back to that fateful night on which he had to watch Sabina be raped by the very man who stood in that room at that very moment. Lionel wanted to tear him apart more than anything, but he couldn’t do that. Not just yet.

“Cyril, I-,” Sabina didn’t know what to say. She wrung her hands nervously as she considered the fact that Lionel could be listening. So, she chose her next words carefully. “Cyril, although you’ve made a rather…generous offer, I must decline. I am not well as it is.”

“Really, now?” Cyril placed the back of his hand on her forehead, cheek, and throat. “You’re not running a fever.”

“I’m just a little light-headed is all,” she managed.

“Well, then why not lay down?” He scooped Sabina up in his arms and carried her to the bed where he placed her down then circled to the foot of the bed where he stared at her with clear intent. “You know, you’re still a terrible liar,” he said with a smirk. “Please don’t make me beg, Sabina.” He began to crawl towards her.

“…W-Why me?” Sabina stammered as she crawled backwards, but was stopped by the headboard.

Cyril stopped when he was nose to nose with her. Then he whispered, “Because you bore my children.”

Sabina was about to retort that it wasn’t by her own choice, but she held her tongue. She was breathing heavily out of fear as well as anticipation. Wherever Lionel was, she hoped that he wasn’t seeing this. If he happened to be watching, she prayed that he wouldn’t make himself known and get himself killed.

“What’s the matter?” Cyril asked, seeing the anxiety on Sabina’s face. “You’re shaking like a leaf.” He brushed some hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“N…Nothing. Nothing at all,” she lied.

Of course, he knew she was lying, but he just went with it. “I want to try something different with you.”

Both Lionel and Sabina’s ears perked up at this. What could this man have in mind? Whatever it was, it couldn’t possibly be good. Lionel held his breath as he waited for Sabina to ask what. She didn’t want to ask, but she asked regardless.

A devilish grin that met Cyril’s eyes graced his face. Then he rose from the bed, offered her his hand, and said, “Come.”

She hesitated, knowing that if she took his hand, there would most likely be no turning back. She looked at his hand then at his face. He still had that devilish grin on his face. She didn’t trust him, but he was not going to relent until he got what he wanted. She reluctantly took his hand and was led into the bathroom. They stopped in front of the giant mirror, which hung above the his and her sinks.

Cyril positioned himself behind her and placed gentle hands on her shoulders. “You’re very lovely, you know?”

“…Thank you,” Sabina replied in a way that made it sound like a question. She was unsure as to what he meant by that or where he was going with this situation.

“Have you ever thought what it would be like to watch yourself make love? Do you know what it does to me when I see the pleasure on your face along with the tantalizing sound of your delicious moans filling the room?” A hand had found its way into her hair, gently pulling her head sideways to grant more access to her neck. His lips grazed her skin, sending a shiver through Sabina.

Sabina looked at her reflection. The thought had actually never occurred to her, but now that she thought about it, the thought actually terrified her. She could barely stand being seen by Lionel whenever they made love, so there was no way she’d be able to handle seeing herself become undone.

Cyril’s free hand was already hard at work. He grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down, freeing her breasts from their confines. Then he began to tease her left nipple. A whimper escaped Sabina’s throat as she began to writhe and Cyril took it that she was enjoying herself. “You like this?” he asked.

Sabina choked back a groan. This man was incredibly good with his hands. He had barely touched her and she was already losing her composure. “N~No,” she moaned.

Cyril ceased his ministrations. “What did you say?” he asked looking at her reflection.

“Cyril, I’m begging you. I don’t want-,”

“Silence!” he hissed. Sabina yelped when he pinned her to the marble counter with his hips. She could feel his erection press up against her through the material of her dress. “You have made me wait long enough and I am not about to let you push me away now. Place your hands on the counter.” Sabina hesitated. “Do it!” She obeyed.

“Good girl.” He hiked up her dress and rewarded her with a slap on her buttocks. “Hold this.” She took the bundles of her skirt in her hands. “You say you don’t want this,” he mumbled.

“I don’t!” Sabina whined.

Cyril chuckled wickedly. “Well, she begs to differ.” He ran a finger over Sabina’s sex through her panties, eliciting a gasp from her. “You’re such a slut.”

“D-Don’t say things like that,” Sabina said as she squeezed her eyes shut and her face turned scarlet red.

“Why not? You and I both know you like it.” He peeled her panties off and began to toy with her some more.

“Cyril!” Sabina cried as she braced herself on the sink.

“Open your eyes.” Sabina did so reluctantly and locked eyes with her own reflection. “I don’t want you to miss a single expression you make.”


“You will watch yourself as I take you…and you will enjoy it,” he said cruelly.

Sabina choked back a sob as she helplessly watched what this man’s actions were doing to her. This was the Cyril she had hated when she had first arrived at the mansion; this cruel, mean, domineering Cyril. He made her this way and she hated it. She had no choice, but to surrender to this fate. Lionel forgive me, she thought. “Do what you must.”

That devilish grin reappeared. “With pleasure.”

First, he planted a kiss on her sex. Then he began to lick her as a kitten lapped up milk. Sabina was fighting to keep her composure, but she finally lost it when Cyril began to suck the most sensitive spot on the female body. Cyril felt her legs buckle, but she held herself up by way of the sink.

It was hard for Sabina to see her reflection due to the pleasure-induced blurry vision. She could barely make out the red in her cheeks, but she was able to feel her bangs sticking to her forehead. If Cyril kept this up, she would surely climax. Then a moan escaped her throat when she felt something long and slender enter her. “Oh!” she yelped. “Cyril, please…hurry.”

“Don’t rush me, darling,” he replied in a voice as soft as his touch. “I want to savor every moment.” He fingered her for what seemed like an eternity for Sabina. Then he stopped. She turned around to ask why he’d stopped when she screamed upon feeling Cyril enter her. “Look at you, Sabina…Look at you.”

Her eyes were glazed, her mouth hung agape, and her cheeks were flushed beyond measure. This face was the epitome of pleasure. Sabina’s chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to adjust to the feeling of being full. “C-Cyril,” she said, her voice no louder than a whisper.

“Yes, love?”

“F-Fu…Fuck me.”

“As you wish. Watch and be amazed.”

He pulled out slightly before pushing back in, eliciting a whine from Sabina. After doing this a few more times, Sabina groaned. Cyril took it that she was bored, so he picked up the pace. Before he knew it, he had her moaning and bucking her hips back against him. “How is it, Sabina?”

“It…It feels…amazing!” she said between pants.

“Well, it’s about to get more interesting.” He reached around and began to knead her breast with one hand. Then with the other, he reached down and began to tease her love button.

Sabina gasped at this deadly combination. “No…No!”

“No, what?” Cyril asked coyly.

“If you – If you do it all together, I’ll – I’ll – Ah!” She came loudly and violently.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Cyril said with a disapproving shake of his head. “Who said you could come, now?”

“Huh?” Sabina asked as she was still in the process of coming down from her climax.

“I didn’t say you could come, Sabina.”

“I-I tried to warn you, but it was just so good.”

“Then, we’ll just have to start again.”

Sabina tried to put up a fight. “No, Cyril. I can’t possibly do anymore.”

Cyril looked her over. The poor thing was right. She was exhausted and could barely stand up. So, he chose an alternative. He picked her up and held her up by her thighs. He positioned himself then thrust deep inside her, causing Sabina to gasp. Apparently, she had never been penetrated from this angle before and she liked it immediately. Not just because of the position, but also because of how it looked in the mirror. She had doubted him before, but now that she was watching, she understood how arousing watching oneself make love can be.

Cyril continued to impale her and make her scream in pleasure. He was literally feeding off her pleasure. The more he gave, the more he received. He was starting to get close. “Ah!” he groaned. “I’m getting close.”

“What?” Sabina asked because she hadn’t heard him since she was so caught up in her own pleasure.

“I’m close!” he hissed.

Sabina’s eyes grew large. I can’t let him come inside me! she thought. “P-Pull it out,” she said.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t want to get pregnant again. At least not yet.”

“It feels better if I do.”

“Please, Cyril,” she begged. “Pull it out!”

His climax was fast approaching and he had to make a decision. Would he be selfish or selfless?

“Cyril!” Sabina moaned.

He pulled out, set her down gently, and climaxed on her backside. Sabina sunk to her knees and managed to say, “Thank you.”

“No,” Cyril panted. “Thank you for allowing me to share my world with you.” Sabina simply nodded.

“Would you like to take a shower?” she asked.


They stepped into the shower and Sabina turned on the water. It was warm as soon as it hit their skin. Cyril grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap. He wet and lathered them then he began to wash Sabina. She was about to protest, but he gave her a look and she didn’t bother. He started by gently washing her face. She hated him for doing so because she had to keep her eyes closed, meaning her other senses would be heightened.

Then he washed her ears, neck, shoulders, arms, and he lingered once he got to her breasts. Sabina slapped his hand then he moved on to her legs. He knelt down and said, “Hold onto me.” When she laid a hand on his shoulder, he lifted her leg and began to wash her feet. Sabina giggled at the feeling. “Ah, so you’re ticklish,” Cyril said with a playful grin. “That’s good to know."

When he had finished with her feet, his eyes became level with his next act of business. “Spread your legs.” She did so half-heartedly because she knew that he would find some kind of way to pin her to the wall and have sex again. “Wider.” She hesitated then obeyed with a roll of her eyes. Then he began the slow and grueling process.

“You were beautiful out there in front of the mirror,” he said. Sabina didn’t respond. All she wanted was for him to finish, so she could wash him and be rid of him. She flinched upon feeling the fabric from the washcloth rub against her.

Oh, my, she thought. No, snap out of it! He’s doing this on purpose. You mustn’t give him the satisfaction!

“And I loved the way the sounds you made echoed off the walls.” Again, the fabric stroked her and she had to brace herself on Cyril’s shoulders. He smiled, knowing he was getting to her. “Maybe we could do it again.”

Once again, Sabina didn’t respond. She just took the torment he gave her until he was finished and told her to step under the showerhead. As she rinsed off, Cyril brushed her hair away from her neck and draped it over her shoulder. Sabina paid it no mind because she thought he missed a spot. Then she felt his lips graze the back of her neck and knew his intent. She stepped out from under the hot water and turned to look at him. The look she gave him was enough to make him stop.

Sabina walked past him and out of the shower. She slammed the bathroom door on her way out. Cyril stood alone in the shower as the steam enveloped him. Once again, he had overstepped his bounds and drove Sabina away from him. When would he learn? Then with a sigh, he picked up another washcloth and the bar of soap and began to wash himself.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he saw Sabina sitting at the foot of the bed fully clothed and staring at the floor. He then walked over to her and sat down beside her. Silence ruled for a moment before Cyril spoke saying, “I’m…sorry for what happened in there.” No response. “I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you. Honest. I just wanted to show some affection.”

“You’re lying!” Sabina hissed without making eye contact.

“Sabina, you’ve heard me say this before. I love you and I want to give you the best life possible. I want to make you my lady. If you allow me to do so, you’ll never have to be ashamed or…hurt by meetings like these.” He truly loved Sabina even though he had a strange, perverted way of showing it. “We could have a normal family and raise the children together…as husband and wife.”

Sabina heard what he was saying, but his words meant nothing to her. What had just happened wasn’t an act of love. It was nothing but a flagrant display of pent-up lust. Then for him to have the nerve to propose after such indecency as that? How dare he! Sabina simply looked at him and shook her head in disgust. “No. I cannot and will not accept such a backhanded proposal after all the hell you’ve put me through. How can I simply become Lady Van Tassel when I don’t have any feelings for you whatsoever?”

Cyril blinked in confusion. “Wait, wait, wait…You told me you loved me before. Why do you deny it now?”

Sabina looked away from him as she folded her arms with a huff. “Because I realized that I am incapable of loving another man the way I loved Lionel.”

“Sabina,” Cyril said in the kindest voice he could muster. He couldn’t believe she still wasn’t over this. “My dear Sabina, Lionel is-,”

“Dead. I know.”

“Then, why can’t or won’t you-,”

“We’ve had this conversation before, Cyril,” Sabina said matter-of-factly. “It seems like the memory has escaped you, but I will reiterate what I said back then.” She cleared her throat. “I loved Lionel more than life itself and he loved me the same, if not more. Then you came along and took him from me before I could show my love in the most precious way known to man."

“I’m sor –,”

“I have said my peace. Now, please leave. I wish to be alone.”

Cyril sat a while longer, pondering what he had just heard. He couldn’t believe she didn’t accept his offer. He understood why she wouldn’t, but he was still shocked. Her conclusion took him aback. She was cold and distant in this moment when only minutes before, she had been kind, passionate, and tender toward him. He longed to ask her again – beg even, but he saw no point in that she had said her peace. So, he rose from the bed, strode across the floor past Sabina, and left without another word.

Sabina locked the door behind him then glared at the door as if it had been the one to take advantage of her. Suddenly, she felt two hands on her shoulders. They delivered a sense of comfort and…sympathy. It was then that she allowed her squared shoulders to slump, her steady even breaths to become more ragged, her taught knees to buckle, her body to quake, and her ceramic mask of stoicism to fall from her face and shatter to pieces. She turned to Lionel and began to sob out of guilt and humiliation, seeking his forgiveness for abandoning love, reason, and loyalty for lust, thoughtlessness and infidelity.

In spite of all Sabina had done within the passed hour, Lionel held her close. He understood her struggle. She had been around that dog of a man so long that he somehow convinced her that she was more or less nothing without him in body. Cyril was responsible for her new found sexual tendencies. Lionel guided her toward the bed where he laid down with her and comforted her silently.

When she had finally calmed down after what seemed to be an eternity, she found the strength to look Lionel in the eyes. He smiled at her, glad that she had finally stopped crying. Then he was shocked to hear her say hoarsely, “I’m sorry.”

“…Why are you apologizing?”

Her lip began to tremble then she sobbed, “Because I’m a whore!”

Lionel couldn’t believe his ears. Did she just call herself a whore? Who was this woman and what had she done with the real Sabina? The wild, unapologetic, beautiful Sabina he fell in love with. “No. You are not a whore,” he said quietly.

“Yes, I am.”

“No, Sabina. You’re not.”

“Yes, I am, Lionel! I’m a dirty, wretched whore. I’m not worthy of you and I’m not worthy to be called your wife,” she choked.

“W-Why are you saying these things?”

“Because they’re true! I practically begged Cyril to have his way with me! I enjoyed it! Even though my lips were saying no, my body and mind were screaming yes...I am a whore, Lionel. Just leave me here. I’m not worthy to be called your wife.”

“You know I could never do that,” Lionel said as he pulled her closer to him.


“Because I love you too much to let you stay here and suffer while I go free. And you, my dear, are not a whore. You are just reacting the way any woman would to sex. Cyril made you this way and I’m sorry for that. There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about-,”

“Don’t,” Sabina begged as memories from that fateful night flashed across her mind’s eye. “Please.”

“Sorry…I was supposed to tell you some news before you left. Would you like to hear it?”

“…I suppose,” Sabina replied with very little enthusiasm.

“I’m tired, Sabina. I’m tired of the way this dog treats you. He comes and goes as he pleases, violating you on the regular and doing God knows what to Faye. All while I hide here watching it all happen. I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided that I want to end him.”

Sabina looked up at him with her eyes filled with fear. “But, what about the letter you sent off?”

“I retrieved it from the envoy’s bag and destroyed it.”

“So…what do you plan to do?”

“I plan to make him suffer the same way he’s made you suffer.”

“No, Lionel. He’ll have you killed!”

“No, he won’t. How can he kill someone he can’t recognize?”

“He…can’t, but-,”

“Sabina,” Lionel said in that gentle voice of his as he took her hand in his.


“Do you trust me?”

Sabina stared at him for the longest time. When she thought back on all the times Lionel could have possibly failed, he did not. He had never let her down when he could help it and now was when he needed her to trust him the most. “I do.”

“You will be free. You and your children. We all will be free.” Then he kissed her on the forehead. They nestled closer together and Lionel held Sabina until she fell asleep.

Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was, I hope you’re right.
Broken: Chapter 23
If you didn't know how Sabina got where she is today, now you know!

Now, ish just got real...the plan is to kill Cyril, but how? We shall see as the plot unfolds in the next few chapters! :)

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Cyril didn’t even collapse from the exhaustion, which came after his satisfaction. He grabbed Sabina’s wrists and glared down at her with his ice-cold blue eyes.

Sabina looked up at him, confused by his actions. She was expecting some kind of loving gesture like a tender kiss or a gentle nuzzle, but she received no such thing. He just stared at her with a cold, accusatory look in his eyes. What did I do? she thought. “…Master,” she said, “why are you holding me down?”

He did not speak. He only continued to stare without blinking.

Sabina gulped as she looked into his eyes; eyes that were like a mirror in that they caused people to see their true selves.

Cyril leaned close enough for Sabina to feel the heat of his breath on her skin. Then he asked, “What’s my name?”

Sabina chuckled, “What kind of question is that?”

Cyril’s grip on her wrists tightened, causing her to cry out in pain. “What is my name?” he repeated.

“Cyril!” she cried. “…Your name is Cyril!”

He didn’t loosen his grip. “This is true. With that being so, would you be so kind to please explain to me why you screamed the name Lionel?”

Sabina’s eyes widened. Did I really say his name? she thought. No. I couldn’t have! “What?” she asked.

“If my name is Cyril, why did you scream ‘Lionel’?” Cyril reiterated.

“I didn’t…Did I?”

“Of course you did. I heard you with my own two ears. Now, tell me…why?”

“I…I-I must’ve had a flashback.”

“A flashback? From when?”

“I-I don’t know…A dream, perhaps?”

Cyril studied her. He couldn’t tell whether she was lying or not to save his life. “…A dream, huh?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Nothing. It’s just funny because a little while ago, I had a nightmare in which the bastard came back to kill me.”

“…I remember that night,” Sabina said faintly.

Cyril released her and caressed her cheek saying, “You came to my rescue that night.” He then bent down and kissed her. Sabina opened her mouth and gave him access to explore although he was very much familiar with it. She tangled her fingers into his hair and moaned into the kiss.

Cyril pulled away before he could get carried away. He looked down at Sabina, panting. “It was also the first night we made love,” he said.

Sabina froze. “…Yes. It was.”

Cyril sighed. “Your punishment is over. You are now excused.” He got up and zipped his pants, but left his shirt untucked. Then he began to collect the papers he’d pushed off the desk in his lustful frenzy.

Sabina sat up and looked down at herself. The front of her dress was torn open for everyone to see. She did not want the staff let alone, Lionel to see her that way. “You’re not going to make me walk back to my room looking like this are you?” she asked in an accusing voice.

Cyril rose with some papers in his hand and looked at her, taking in her appearance. Her touseled hair and the ripped dress. I need to stop ripping so many of her dresses, he thought not that he minded buying Sabina new ones. Then he reached into his desk and pulled out a purple sundress. “Put this on,” he said, handing it to her.

“Thank you.” Sabina hopped off the desk and took off the ripped dress, letting it pool at her feet. Then she slipped the new dress over her head, walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner, and looked at herself. It fit her perfectly and hugged her curves deliciously. She looked at Cyril’s reflection in the mirror and their eyes met.

Sabina’s breath caught in her throat at the sight. Then she looked away while Cyril continued to stare at her with his piercing blue eyes. She turned on her heel and made her way to the door. She saw a glint of lust in Cyril’s eyes and she didn’t want to wait around long enough to see him act out his inner thoughts.

Cyril stepped in front of her before she could reach the door. Sabina kept her eyes low and her head bowed both out of shame and to avoid falling under Cyril’s spell. Cyril placed his finger under her chin and raised her head. Sabina refused to let her eyes meet his.

“Look at me,” Cyril said gently. Sabina clenched her eyes shut, knowing that he was going to ask her that, but she complied and lifted her eyes to meet his. Cyril smiled when she did. He truly loved Sabina, although he had yet to tell her. He decided that it was about time. “I love you,” he whispered.

Sabina’s eyes grew large upon hearing Cyril, the man who managed to bring her so much pain, pleasure, sorrow, and joy; the man she called her master, say those three little words. She was at a loss for words. She wanted to say the same with all her heart, but…she couldn’t. Her heart belonged to Lionel and Lionel alone. All she could do was nod her head.

Cyril tilted her head back and brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Then when he brushed his tongue across Sabina’s lips, she granted him access. He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue battle with hers. The passion was building and Cyril couldn’t stop himself from keeping his hands off her. He ran his hands down her sides and they came to squeeze her buttocks. Sabina reacted by inadvertently moving closer to Cyril so they were chest-to-chest. Cyril was pleased.

When the need for air became too much, Cyril pulled away from Sabina, but kept a firm grip on her hips. The two stared at each other for a beat; lustful icy blue met soft unreadable green. Cyril sighed and gently caressed Sabina’s cheek. “Come see me tonight.”

Sabina nodded. He gave her a peck on the lips, stepped aside, and opened the door for her. “Thank you,” she said before leaving the room and Cyril’s thirsty gaze. Once the door closed behind her, she quickly made her way back to her room. She passed a few maids on her way there. She saw them start to whisper out of the corner of her eye, but she paid them no mind.

She soon stood before her bedroom door, undecided as to whether or not to go in. Lionel was waiting for her on the other side, but she just wasn’t sure what to expect from him. She knew she had to face him, so she took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her hair a few times to try and fix it, smoothed out her dress, and entered the room.

Lionel rose from the bed as soon as he heard her walk in. Then he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing her. Sabina ignored this then proceeded to hug him with a smile, but he backed away. “Lionel, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“What’s this?” Lionel asked.

“…What’s what?” Sabina asked coyly.

“What’s this?” he reiterated, gesturing toward the dress. “That’s not the dress I saw you leave in.”

“Don’t worry about-,”

Lionel was getting more impatient with every passing second. He knew something wasn’t right. “Why are you wearing a different dress than the one from this morning, Sabina?”

“The other one got ripped.”




“It…It just did, okay? Now, where’s Faye?” Sabina asked trying to walk past Lionel, but he blocked her path. Then he caught a whiff of something.

“What’s that smell?”

“What smell?” Sabina asked.

Lionel got closer to her and smelled her. The scent of faint jasmine perfume, sweat…and man was all over her. “You had sex with Cyril, didn’t you?”

“What’re you talk-,”

“Don’t lie to me!” Lionel shouted, causing Sabina to jump.

That was it. She’d been caught and there was nothing she could say to try and soften the blow to Lionel, but she could try. “H-He forced me!” she choked as she rubbed her arm.

Lionel scoffed. “What do you take me for? A fool?”

“No, I-,”

Forced you? If he forced you, why would he give you a new dress after ripping the other off you? Huh?” Sabina was silent and clenched her arm even tighter. “You’re pathetic.”

“Pathetic? How am I pathetic?”

“You’re my wife and you know I love you. You claim that you love me, but you go behind my back and spread your legs for this man you call ‘Master!’ I’ve given you my love, I’ve offered you a chance at escape – I’ve even made an effort to help raise his children as my own! And this is how you repay me? By copulating with this dog even after he’s hurt your precious little sister in the worst way possible?! That, my dear Sabina, is how you are a pathetic excuse for a woman.”

With that, Lionel turned his back and headed towards the bathroom. Sabina followed, asking, “Where are you going?”


“Away from where?”


“B-But, Lionel-,” Tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it, Sabina!” he shouted. His eyes met hers. As much as he hated seeing her cry, he couldn’t take anymore of the pain she caused him. “I’m leaving now and I’m not coming back.”

“But, what about me?”

Lionel shook his head and sighed. “It always comes back to you, doesn’t it?”

“W-What about the children? What about Faye, Mariam, a-a-and Alfred?”

He shrugged. “I’ve done all that I can for them. It’s time for them to take matters into their own hands. Whether they live or die is up to them.” He opened the window.

“Lionel, please,” Sabina begged as she grabbed his arm. “Don’t go. I love you. I need you.”

“Let go of me,” Lionel said as he snatched away from her. “You never needed me. You didn’t need me before, so why would you need me now?” Sabina was silent. “I can’t stay here and be faithful, knowing that you aren’t being faithful to me. Goodbye.”

He turned to climb out of the window, but Sabina shouted, “Wait!”

Lionel gave her a look that said, “What?”

Sabina was surprised that she actually managed to stop him. She regained her composure and folded her hands. Then she spoke, saying, “I need you now because…because I believe you can – .” She looked at Lionel and he did not look moved by her words at all. Her eyes fell to the floor and she continued saying, “I need you because you are everything Cyril is not. You are genuinely kind, loving, and gentle. You have a big heart and give more of yourself than anyone else I’ve known.

“You don’t…abuse me or treat me less than a human being for sport.” She got the courage to look him in the eyes again. Then she walked up to him and cupped his face in her hands. “No, Lionel. No, no. You are my rock. You’ve been faithful to me even though I’ve been nothing but a wretched whore. You loved me through all of that and more. And I love you for that.” A tear escaped from her right eye. Many more followed thereafter. “I’m asking, begging, pleading you to please don’t leave me and to not stop loving me.” She sniffled. “Because if you do, I swear to you, I’ll die.”

Lionel did not speak. He was at a loss for words. This woman, whom he had come to despise, was begging him not to leave her. His mind was telling him to leave, but his heart was telling him he needed to stay because Sabina’s words were true. She would die if he were to leave – and she had said herself that indeed, he was everything her ‘beloved’ master was not. He had dealt with lying, keeping secrets, and hiding out, but one thing he could not deny was his love for Sabina in the midst of all that. They had been through too much already for him to walk out on her now. He didn’t care if she would be faithful for the rest of her life. All he knew was that he loved her and that she needed him.

“I’ll stay,” he said.

“…What?” Sabina asked, unsure if she heard him correctly.

“I said that I’ll stay.” Lionel closed the window to emphasize his point.

Sabina’s eyes grew wide with shock. She couldn’t bring herself to form words because of this momentous news. The man to whom her heart belonged just agreed to stay! She was ecstatic – so ecstatic that she had to choke back her sobs.

Lionel embraced her. Then he pulled away and kissed her on the forehead. Sabina then burst out into tears as she basked in the joy of knowing she was not going to be alone to face the tyrant known as Cyril Van Tassel.

They walked back in to the bedroom and came to stand at the foot of their bed. Lionel embraced Sabina once again, but did not let go. Sabina did not complain, though. She savored the feeling of being wrapped in her lover’s arms.

Then Lionel spoke, breaking the cocoon of blissful silence that encased them, saying, “You said that he forced you?” Sabina nodded. “Did he hurt you?” She nodded again. He pulled away, but kept his arms around her waist and asked, “Where?”
Sabina looked away out of shame.

“Show me,” said Lionel. Sabina looked at him as if he was crazy. “Show me,” he repeated gently.

Sabina fidgeted as she held her arm, unsure of whether or not she should, but one look from Lionel was all she needed to reassure her that he would not judge her or love her any less than he already did.

“M-My wrists,” she stammered as she subconsciously rubbed them.

Lionel gently took her hands one at a time and began to kiss around her wrists that had painful looking purple bruises around them. “Where else?” he asked when he was done.
“My neck,” Sabina replied.

He immediately began to kiss her neck, moving down to her throat, and to the other side, eliciting a sharp gasp from Sabina. “Where else?” he asked once again.

Sabina thought, Why is he doing this? Then she saw the expectant look in Lionel’s eyes. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw her reflection in the mirror; she wasn’t pleased with what lie beneath the purple fabric. Beneath that dress, her body was covered with bite marks and bruises from her…time with Cyril. There were many things she could say in response to Lionel’s question, but she settled and said, “Everywhere.”

Lionel didn’t move or say a word. He just stared. This made Sabina a little nervous. Then suddenly, Lionel knelt at her feet, causing her to jump. “Don’t be afraid. I just want to make right every single wrong that man has done to you.”


“Will you let me?” he asked as he looked up to meet her eyes with his gaze.

Sabina hesitated for a moment before she nodded.

Then Lionel lifted the hem of her dress and stood to his feet, taking it with him. Sabina raised her arms and he slipped the dress over her head then cast it on the floor some distance away.

“W-Where’s Faye?” Sabina asked in alarm as she covered herself with her arms and looked around the room frantically.

“Don’t worry. She’s with Mariam,” Lionel replied before he scooped her up into his arms, carried her to the bed, and gently lay her down on it. He circled to the foot of the bed and knelt there.

Sabina’s breath caught in her throat since she was not sure what to expect next. Then to her surprise, Lionel began to kiss each one of her toes, followed by the tops of her feet, up her legs, her inner thighs, and her hips. The whole sensation sent shivers up Sabina’s spine. “L-Lionel,” she stammered.

He paid her no mind and continued his path of kisses upward. He covered her stomach with kisses, went up her sternum, encircled her breasts and nipples with especially gentle kisses and licks, trailed her collarbone, neck, and shoulders. Then he began to anoint her face with his lips. Sabina began to fidget and mewl at this. He started at her chin, trailing kisses along her jawline on either side. Then he kissed both of her cheeks, her nose, forehead, and eyelids.

Only one more place remained. Both knew what it was. Sabina’s breath hitched as her heart began to race at the anticipation that was building inside her. Lionel looked down at her lovingly. Then he gently caressed her face and said, “I am the luckiest man in the world to have you.” Sabina sniffled. “You are so…very beautiful to me, it’s unreal.” He twirled a strand of her hair with his finger. “And you’re all mine…You’re all mine.”

That word…Mine. It resonated deep in Sabina’s heart, deep within her soul. She was his and his alone. No one would ever change that…not in that life or the next.

Lionel leaned down and whispered, “I love you.”

Sabina couldn’t take it anymore. She burst into sobs and wrapped her arms around Lionel’s neck. She was just so moved by what he had done, what he was doing, and what he was about to do to her. She loved him with all her heart and soul. “I-I love you, too,” she choked after gaining some of her composure. “And I’m so-,”

Lionel placed a finger to her lips and shushed her. “I forgive you. Now, please stop crying.”

“I would, but I’m just so happy I can’t help myself.”

Lionel smiled. Then he sighed and said, “My beautifully broken wife, how much I adore thee.” Sabina smiled through her tears at this. “Always remember as you are mine, I am yours; we are one…Inseparable and immovable. I love you, Sabina. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Then Lionel finally kissed her…Deeply and passionately. All of the love he had to give was conveyed through that kiss. Sabina wrapped her legs around his waist and that was all it took to send Lionel the message that her body was ready for him and all he had to offer.
Broken: Chapter 22
I'm finally back!!!! I apologize for the delay, my darlings. I encountered a horrible technological scare and it kind of put a damper on my motivation to write. But I'm back and hopefully, I won't leave you hanging as long as I did. Once again, I ask that you leave me whatever feedback you have if any. The Prologue and previous chapter are below:




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Hello, everyone! I am writing to inform you that I will be updating Broken soon! Due to some heartbreaking technical difficulties as well as bad cases of writer's block along the way, I was delayed in updating at all. That being said, I ask that you will bear with me. Thank you, kindly!




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