Devil's Deeds

In a trance, he collected all his deeds against her, and when the memories overwhelmed him...

🌹Sinbad🌹

I attended her engagement party only to shatter her dreams with that stupid.

She looked breathtaking.

I hated her, but at the same time, I wanted to possess her body, to make her completely mine.

She was shocked, but not in fear. My threat to her didn't make her blink once.

I became so turned on that I needed to cool myself with a glass of alcohol.

Wrong choice, I admit. Alcohol only intensified my desire for her.

I needed her.

After I threatened her by hurting her family, she raised her hand but didn't finish her action. Instead, she watched me with pure disgust.

She dared to put me in a difficult position by threatening to kill herself. 

I was compelled to do as she requested.

Although I loathed her, I couldn't let her die, so I accepted. When she excused herself, referring to him as "Love," that was my last restraint, and I hit him. 

She had given the most precious things to him: her body and her heart.

She was mine!

Mine to touch!

Mine! 

Only mine! 

I swore to remove every trace of him from her body, even by force.

We got married, and she signed, looking at her family and him. 

I forcefully kissed her in front of them, marking my territory. 

Only the taste of her lips drove me near to madness.

I wanted more from her.

Dragging her with me, I took her home, and getting upstairs to the room I chose for her wasn't an easy task.

I heard her relieved breath when I told her this was her room, but she gasped when I closed the door with me inside.

I kissed her forcefully, hoping she wouldn't resist too much and would obey me. 

But I was wrong. 

She slapped me.

I slapped her too. She became dizzy and fell onto the mattress.

I wasn't thinking clearly.

I was lost in lust and desires. 

She begged for me to stop.

I didn't listen at all.

I slapped her again and then she stopped protesting.

I kissed her.

I tasted her skin. 

I saw her breasts.

I tasted her soft moans that responded to my kiss,

I was inside her. 

I had never felt so good in my life.

I was lost in her. 

She came to her senses when I was done with her body. I let her go, and then I saw her bloody tears that had stained our intimacy.

I felt a primal sense of pride. I was her first.

She cursed my Happiness, bounding with her life.

I didn't care at all in that moment. All that mattered was that my lust and desire had been reawakened, watching her body parts exposed and her fiery, darker eyes inviting me to diminish her bravery.

I repeated everything I had done just minutes ago.

In the morning, I left her alone after spending all night inside her. 

Andrea came. 

She went to the balcony to see him. 

I saw how she covered herself to look at him on the CCTV on my laptop from my chamber chair.

After I went to her, I grabbed her by the waist and turned her to face me. She wasn't afraid. 

Not even a little bit, but 

Her hate and disgust were killing me. 

I threatened her, and she dared me. 

I made it seem like she could fall from the balcony, and when I noticed she was leaning over, I thank God that he was gone, or else I would have let her fall.

I pulled her up.

She offended me again, so I threw her on the bed. 

I stroked her delicate neck as I entered her sweet body.

She requested her clothes, so I went to her family only to come back and face her disgusting look.

She was coming down the stairs, and I was lost in her beauty, but her words were like a hot dagger to my heart.

I ordered her to make me something to eat. She refused, so I forced myself on her again, right there on the kitchen floor. 

She obeyed, even though it wasn't edible, but she ate it anyway.

I threw the plate down and she ordered me to pick it up. 

I pulled her hair and threw her body to the floor. She insulted me again.

I slashed my belt over her spine.

I didn't want to.

She forced me to do it.

I hated that name. 

I am not a rapist! 

I married her, for God's sake! 

She is my wife! 

It is her duty to be mine whenever I want!

I left, only to come back and feel the need for her body. I found her in her room. I didn't care for her words, and I did my manly job, my husband's duty, whether she liked it or not.

In the morning, I forced the princess to work at the stables, threatening to break her piano gift. 

She accepted.

When I came back, I saw her talking friendly with my worker. I insulted her about her odor, which was normal after a long day of work. 

I sent her to the dungeon. I left her there in the dark, knowing she hated it.

I washed her in the middle of the place, not knowing that my workers were watching. She saw me in pain and shame.

I was breaking her. 

I was doing what I promised.

She had a request.

I made her an offer. 

She denied.

I slapped her. 

I promised to kill her if she was telling the truth.

I tied her to the bed, and I saw her fully naked. She hated me now.

I lost myself in the smell of her body.

I tasted every inch of her skin, I played with her flower petals. I pleased her. I should have done this before. She was sweeter like this. I tasted her essence, and she looked astonished.

I cursed her body.

I lay next to her, but she rejected my face and turned her back to me. My belt mark was there, marring her delicate skin. I showered her with kisses and tears. 

I knew how much it hurt.

She preferred coldness and darkness over staying with me.

I went to find out the truth about her.

She got kidnapped.

I cheated on her.

She spoke of another man's kisses in my face. 

I slapped her in front of Esra.

I became a horrific beast. 

I marked her delicate neck and breast forever.

I found out that she lied, as I saw Hakan's marks on her body.

She was ready to sacrifice herself for him.

She would never do that for me!

Finally, I found out that:

     My mind hates her.

     My body lusts for her.

     My heart beats for her.

     My soul loves her.

But I am doomed.

No matter what Esra did, nothing can justify it because I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,

I am the culprit here,

I am the monster here, 

I hurt her,

I broke her.

I'm a selfish bastard.

I don't deserve anything good in this life.

Ben bir hiç (I am nothing)

Ben bir canavar (I am a beast)

Ben bir katilim (I am a killer)

Ben sensiz yaşayamam (I can't live without you)

Ben sensiz nefes alamıyorum(I can't breathe without you)

Ben Seni çok seviyorum, ama çok seviyorum Sibel (I love you so much, so much I love you, Sibel)

His conscience was crying over all his deeds as he drove furiously on the Oriental streets. 

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This is a mirror of what Sinbad did to Sibel.

There are too many things that need to be forgiven and forgotten.

What do you think he should do now, knowing the TRUTH?

Remember, she made a request to him, and he accepted!

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