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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.”

“No.”

“‘No?’”

“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.”

“Lionel-,”

“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.”

“Why?”

“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.

“Hm…No.”

“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.

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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?”

“You.”

“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.

“Yes?”

“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?”

“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.”

“Well…Alright.”

“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?”

“Fine.”

“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.”

“Wha-?”

“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.

“Please.”

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.

“Why?”

“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.

“Y-Yes?”

“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!

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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.”

“Ripped?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“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.”

“Away from where?”

“You.”

“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.”

“Lionel…”

“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!

~Babygrl90

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cricketumpire Featured By Owner 20 minutes ago  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for faving the rascally kitten in "Those green eyes!"   Little Cat  free avatar 
pullmonaria    How could, anybody, deny its cuteness!  Really appreciated Babygrl
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Trippy4U Featured By Owner 17 hours ago
Once again my deep thanks, Baby :rose:

I'm a slow reader but I'll give your work a read fro sure .
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babygrl90 Featured By Owner 16 hours ago
You're welcome! And thank you for adding me to your watch and faving my first chapter! It's much appreciated. And please, feel free to leave any feedback! :)
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Trippy4U Featured By Owner 2 hours ago
I'm not qualified to offer much in the way of critique but I have read the prolog and 1st chapter and I'll say that you write well.
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cricketumpire Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Photographer
Hi Babygrl, thanks for adding the swan, the cat and the squirrel to your favourites collection, really appreciated.
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babygrl90 Featured By Owner 19 hours ago
You're very welcome, darling! :) Keep up the good work! ;)
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Thanks kindly, Baby :iconautumncolorplz::iconwineplz:
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babygrl90 Featured By Owner 19 hours ago
You're very welcome, darling! :)
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Thanks 4 faving Escape... by Dark-Indigo ...:)
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You're very welcome, darling! :)
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