Telling tales to the Devil!

Sibel, holding herself, passed through the door. Her nostrils caught the lingering fragrance of lemon in the air. Disappointment was all she felt in that moment, but she took a deep breath to push back the tears as she made her way towards the kitchen. Her throat was parched after what she had been through hours ago.

He followed suit and marveled at how she was still standing in front of him.

"Sibel!" He called her name, but she acted as if she didn't hear him. 

He called again, and she calmly poured water into a glass, taking her time to drink every last drop.

"Sibel, when I call you, answer, damn it!" he yelled at her and grabbed her arm. She could feel her flesh detaching from the bone.

"Free me, you cheater rapist!" she shouted at him, looking at him with more disgust than ever.

Reluctantly, he freed her.

There was a silence between them. Her brilliant eyes couldn't hide the repulsion she felt for the man standing in front of her.

"Tell me what happened to you. You were kidnapped by Hakan's men, right?! What did he do to you?" he broke the silence, sounding worried, which made her give him a cheeky smile.

She studied his form, knowing well how impatient he was. She fueled his impatience by licking her lips with her purple rose tongue.

"As you know, Hakan's men kidnapped me and threatened you. What I witnessed here was that you were busy, just as I predicted. They sent me to an old building, inside a small but clean room.

 I waited.

To be honest, I started to fear. I didn't want someone else touching me. As I was waiting, the door suddenly opened, and Dionis himself entered. I was face to face with this Greek god. Ohh man, he spoke, and all I wanted was to kiss him, hmmm," she moaned, biting her lower lip as she looked at him, who was burning in rage.

"What do you mean by you wanted to kiss him?" he yelled and smashed the glass into the sink. The sound didn't flinch them from their spot.

"I wanted to kiss him, but he made the first move. I think we both felt the connection, the heat. So he came and tucked my hair, like you sometimes do, and then he placed his lips over mine. His plump lips were so delicious and soft. He removed whatever repugnant taste your lips left on me. He kissed me like there would never be a tomorrow."

"He dared to kiss you!" Sinbad couldn't believe it.

"Well, I didn't let only him have pleasure. I kissed him back. Oh god, how good he tasted!" she closed her eyes and raised her head, moving her lips until she ended it by biting her lower lip, clenching her thighs, and letting out a long moan.

"What are you saying? You... kissed... him! You are lying! You can't kiss him... you are not that kind of woman to cheat on your husband."

"You are my rapist, a cheater rapist! Yes, I kissed him because he made me feel butterflies in my stomach, like those I felt for Andrea. I feel like a cheater towards him now. But what the hell. We only live once. Right?!"

"Do you have any idea what you are saying and to whom?"

"You asked, dear cheater/rapist. I am telling the truth. He was beyond good. His tongue danced with mine, and we explored each other's mouths. I still have his aroma in my mind. What a man!" she licked her lips, driving him mad.

"Shut up! Shut up! I am your husband, and shamelessly you talk like this about someone else!" he yelled and grabbed her arms tightly.

"Why should I remain faithful to you? You are my rapist. By the way, you cheat too behind my back, so don't lecture me when you are sinful too."

"I cheated on you because you only give me pain!"

"You forced me into this fake marriage! But now I have a lover too who makes me feel like a real woman with every touch. I screamed his name so much that I thought I let my voice out there," she smiled, playing flirtatiously with her non-existent memories.

"Love, I'm leaving!" Esra said as she approached them.

"You look good in my clothes, Esra abla (sister)!" she said, glaring at her from behind his back. When his hand moved her face to the other side, he slapped her.

"Sinbad!" Esra screamed as she came to her defense.

"Don't you dare touch me, Esra!" she warned, glaring at her as if throwing daggers.

"Here is your revenge, Esra! I slapped you because you insulted her, now you've seen it. I gave her the same slap. Now, go home!" he yelled, looking dangerous and fearing Esra's reaction as Sibel didn't care.

"Sinbad, come with me!" Esra said, touching his shoulder and ordering him to follow her. He hesitated for a moment.

"I said go home! NOW!" he yelled at her.

"I can't let you stay in this condition with her. She is doing everything to provoke you to your core. Tell him you're lying!" Esra demanded, looking at Sibel.

"Why do I need to lie? I don't owe him a lie or anything!"

"ESRA, LEAVE!" he yelled, but when she didn't move, he took her by the hand and with her bag too, he sent her out of the home.

Sibel composed herself as the pain started to surface. She believed that by saying those words, he would feel disgusted to touch her body.

"Where were we?" he said, looking at her with pain and anger.

"I finished my tale for tonight. I'm tired. He drained all my energy. Damn it, he made me forget everything you did. Then he showered me, dressed me..." she narrated a tale that wasn't true, with a proud smirk as she walked toward the stairs.

There, she felt her hair being forcefully pulled from behind. He pulled her hair and forced her to walk to his chamber. She fought with him in vain.

"You're a lying b**ch!" he shouted and threw her to the floor.

"I wasn't lying this time!" she rebuked, turning to face him.

"You're on your period. So you're lying!"

"I pretended so you could leave me alone for a few days, but can you resist temptation? No, so I let myself free in his hands!"

"Really!" he muttered and placed his palm on her delicate neck, taking her breath away. She didn't move to protect herself. He removed his hand after planting a kiss on her temple.

"I will remove whatever he left on you," he sensually whispered and pulled her up by her arm, placing her over the sofa.

"You have two options: stay still or I will tie you up like last night. You choose!" he pinched her nose bridge.

"Neither! I want to have his touches on me, not yours! Don't touch me!"

"You have the right to one thing. I cheated, so you cheat me back. We are equal now, but I can't permit you to have his scent on you!"

"Don't touch me!" she exclaimed and removed his hand from her dress.

"Stop it! You are mine now! You see, your words mean nothing. Just like the curse I placed on your fucking body didn't mean anything!" he spoke harshly and bent down, taking her lips furiously and not gently.

He moved his hand under her dress. She pushed his hand in vain. He touched her private part under the fabric that covered and stroked her labia harder, causing her to scream in pain into his lips.

"You shouldn't have let him touch you gently. I, only I can do that to you. If you fought him and he still had forced you, I would have made his death an example around here," he expressed after letting go of her lips and started licking and kissing her neck aggressively until he found a spot to start sucking. She yelled silently in her soul as she grabbed his arm with her fingers, digging into his flesh.

"You are mine! Only mine!" he repeated and tore her pink dress on both sides, exposing her breast covered by a lacy bra that seemed transparent. Underneath was a corset. He searched for an easy opening at the back of her corset, but it was too complicated. Sinbad was eager to taste that soft flesh of hers, so he pulled out her beautiful breast from the corset.

"You're going to miss last night, Sinbad, tonight Karıcım (dear wife)!" he said as he caught her soft skin in his teeth, and she pleaded for him to stop. To avoid her hands, he held them above her head. All he knew was sucking and biting her soft breast, leaving marks on her. He bit it so hard, only because the thought of another man touching her made her soft skin bleed. He licked and sucked like a vampire.

She was in pain all over her body. She stopped yelling and let her tears pour out. Her body started building protection walls, and soon waves of pleasure and guilt washed over her skin. He entered her after hurting her flower as much as he wanted, twisting her petals and making her whimper in pain.

He enjoyed the painful expression on her face because he was getting revenge for the wounds she caused with her narrative.

Sibel thought he wouldn't touch her after making him believe that someone else had.

"When you see yourself in the mirror, you're gonna see to whom you belong, dear wife!" he said and kissed her cheek, when she refused to let him kiss her lips.

Sinbad left his chamber. 

Sibel felt hot liquid warming her skin and realized that her stitches had come undone, causing her blood to seep through the corset.

She saw bruises on her breast and tears of blood from his vicious bite. Wasn't this what she had expected tonight?

Defeated once again, she crawled back to her room and removed her clothes. The corset had an opening in the front, but Sinbad had missed it. As she removed the corset, more blood poured out. She headed towards the bathroom when he opened the door from inside. He was there in the room, and Sibel fast covered herself with her hands.

"Get out of here!" she yelled at him, covering herself from his predatory gaze.

"What are you hiding there? You are mine, and nothing in your body is forbidden to me," he said and grabbed her right hand, pulling her closer to him. She still covered her wounds, but he noticed a black mark on her spine in the mirror. He was well acquainted with the mark of the electrolyzer.

"Did he electrocute you?" he asked as he touched her back.

"When you already know the answer, why do you even ask?" she asserted, trying to free herself, and finally bit his hand.

"You animal!" he shouted, letting go of her hand. The name worked as fuel for her anger.

"I am the animal?! You monster! You rapist! You bastard!" she yelled at him, half-naked. He noticed her blood because she was in a low position hiding her blood.

"He marked you!" he noticed, and she immediately covered herself with a shirt of his that was left on the couch.

"Leave me alone!" she shouted at him, covering her body with his shirt that was tainted with another woman's scent.

"No! You are my wife, and that son of a bitch will pay dearly for hurting you! Now let me see it!" he shouted, trying to see her wounds.

"No, you had it your way just minutes ago," she raised her voice and slapped him harder than before.

"Don't ever call me your wife! When I was fighting with death and you were fucking another woman here," her voice fell some octaves down.

"Jealous!" he teased, and she gave him another slap.

He was enjoying her response.

"I don't care who you put in bed! I hate double players!"

"You are bleeding! Sit down!"

"I can take care of myself! When they call for you, you let me be in their hands. Now go back to hell, Devil!"

"I will kill him!" he yelled and stormed out of the room. She followed him.

"Sinbad! Sinbad! Sinbad!" she exclaimed his name again, and he froze before the door.

His anger and hatred stopped whenever she called his name.

"What is your request now, Sibel?" he turned broken to face the woman standing there, bleeding, with his mark bleeding too.

"Don't hurt him! He is my friend from tonight. If you do, I will harm myself," she warned him from downstairs.

"He marked you! He hurt you! And now I think all that you said before was a lie! He raped you, right?" his voice held pain as he approached her.

"No, he didn’t rape me! The only rapist in my life is you, Sinbad! Don't worry, I didn't touch what you marked as your property tonight! I said that to make you disgusted by my body, so I will not tolerate your touch!" her hurt voice worked like a hot dagger in his chest.

"When will this game of yours, Sibel, end?" he cried out, his words baring his pain.

"When you kill me and the pain you'll feel will be my redemption in the afterlife!" she contemplated, watching him in ruins, and he closed the distance without touching her.

"Three years I survived in the Hell you and your family built for me, and you couldn't resist for more than three days in my Hell."

"Your hell is the worst because it's the perfect trap that men around here built to treat women like slaves, and, in the end, they become soulless! I prefer death than to look like them!"

"If you obey me, you will never be a slave," he reached his hand to touch her, but she moved away.

"I refused your offer once!" she put her foot down again, and then her world went blank. Before she could fall, he held her broken frame.

He tended to her wounds, and his heart burned as her skin burned when it came into contact with the cotton soaked in alcohol. She cried in her dreams, or rather, her nightmares with him. And he cried with her, kissing her wounds each time she winced in pain. Somehow, that eased her suffering.

"Why don't I feel proud of myself now?"

"Why am I afraid to discover your truth?"

"Why am I so attached to you?"

These questions haunted his conscience as he stood next to her. She was such a delicate girl, and all he ever wanted was to keep her safe.

"I failed you today! I let you down. I should have run after you, instead I betrayed our sacred marriage. I am everything you say and more. I didn't see the pain that was always present in your eyes.

I don't deserve YOUR FORGIVENESS, but YOUR PUNISHMENT IS THE CRUELEST OF THEM ALL!"

Well, love is a tricky feeling, born where it is impossible to survive.

All he wanted was to break her. He did it. What now?

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