Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

Bella lay on the bed, quietly listening to the slight movements around her.Downstairs in the hall, the men lowered their voices and talked about something rhythmically... The wind outside the house was pushing the house, changing from time to time... The floor occasionally made a "creak" sound, and quickly fell into silence. She forced herself to close her eyes. After only a minute, or a little longer, she was up and walking up and down the room again.The oriental carpet on the floor feels soft when you step on it with bare feet.There's no point in the elegance she's maintaining, only feeling like she's having to awkwardly translate to make sense of what she's seeing.The stability and ordinaryness under her feet seemed to be written in another language, and she had forgotten how to speak and read.Or is it all still a dream?

The grandfather clock in the corner of the room points to five o'clock. How long has it been since she was rescued?eight hours?Maybe, it feels like it's only been a few minutes, or maybe it's been years. The chaos of time is like her blurred vision, stimulating her and frightening her. She wrapped her silk pajamas tighter.All this emotional reaction was so wrong, she should have been delighted.God knows how many weeks she was trapped in the underground pipeline, after escaping from the top-down view of the second person, she should be crying with joy and relief now. It's just that it all feels unreal to her, like being thrown into a life-size dollhouse surrounded by fake paper models.

Standing by the window, she realizes that at least one more thing is true.She wished with all her heart to live with him. When she first woke up, it must have been Sadist who had been waiting by the bedside.She was dreaming that she fell into the hands of the second man again and was locked in the hole again.The moment she opened her eyes, she saw only a huge black shadow covering her.For a brief moment, she couldn't separate reality from nightmare. She is still suffering until now. God, she wanted to go to Sadiste now, she wanted to go back to his room.But he didn't stop her from moving out of his room after the mess of her screaming was over, did he?Perhaps he would have preferred her to be elsewhere.

Bella continued to circle her feet.Walk along the big bed and reclining chair, bypass the window, the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the tall cabinet and the classic-style writing desk, and finally walk to the fireplace and bookshelf. Keep going, keep going. In the end, she went into the bathroom and didn't stop in front of the mirror because she didn't want to know what her face looked like.All she wanted was a hot shower, a hundred showers, a thousand baths.I want to peel off the outer layer of the skin, shave the hair that the second person loves, cut off the nails, clean the ears, and shave off the skin on the soles of the feet.

She turns on the shower.The water gradually became hot, so she took off her nightgown and walked under the water.The second the heat hit her back, she instinctively protected herself.One arm across his chest, the other around the base of his thigh...and then he realized he didn't need to hide.Here, her privacy can be guaranteed. She straightened up, forcing her hands to her sides.It seemed a lifetime had passed since the last time she washed alone.That hideous secondary man seems to be always there, sometimes just watching, and sometimes worse, helping out. Thank God he never tried to have sex with her.At first, rape was her greatest fear.She was always terrified, afraid of being forced into submission by him.But then she discovered that the man couldn't get an erection.No matter how hard he stared at himself, at least that part of his body was always limp.

She shivered, reached for the soap on the side, daubed her arm, and wiped it all the way up.The lather appeared on the neck, on the shoulders, and all the way down... Bella frowned, there seemed to be something on her lower abdomen, she bent down...a notch that was not clear, this mark is...oh my god, is that a "D"?Next... is an "A".Then there is a "V", an "I" and another "D". Bella threw away the soap, put her hand over her stomach, and sank down on the tiles.He left his name on her body, stabbing it directly on the skin.As if a parody of the noble mating ritual of the vampire race, making her truly his wife...

She stepped out of the shower, her feet slipping on the marble floor.She grabbed a towel to wrap herself in, then another.If she could find more, perhaps she would choose to wrap a third, fourth, or even a fifth. Shaking with self-loathing, she strode to the foggy mirror and took a deep breath.She wiped off the moisture with her elbow and looked at herself. John wiped his mouth and accidentally knocked off his napkin.He cursed secretly in his heart, then bent down to pick it up.Sarah also bent down, and picked up the napkin first.John mouthed "thank you" when she handed her the napkin.

"You're welcome," she said. God, he loved the sound of her voice and the smell of her, like lavender body wash.Also, he liked her slender hands. However, he didn't like Wells and Tormont's constant chatter about him over dinner, offering Sharel a polished resume of her life.As for the words he himself wrote in the notepad, they seemed like silly supplementary notes. He raised his head, and Wells was smiling at him, but then she coughed a few times, as if she wanted to keep a little serious. "So, as I said, when we were still in the ancient kingdom, some aristocratic women were in charge of running the Winter Solstice Festival. Bella's mother was one of them. In fact, I wanted to check with them to make sure we didn't miss anything. "

John let the ensuing conversation pass by, not enthusiastic about the Winter Solstice.Until Sarah said: "Well, I think I'd better leave now, it will be dawn in thirty minutes, or my parents will be hysterical." She pushed back the chair and John stood up with the others.Everyone said "goodbye" and he found himself turned into a non-speaking set.At least, that's what he thought before Sarah looked at him. "Would you like to see me out?" she asked. His eyes turned to the front door.Send her out?into her car? A certain primitive masculine instinct came suddenly, flooding his chest like a torrent, and a powerful force made him tremble briefly.He felt a sudden itching in the palm of his hand, and looked down, it seemed that there was something hidden in it, as if he was holding something... So, he was able to protect her.

Sharel coughed: "Okay... um..." John came out of his little trance only to realize that she was still waiting for him.Take a few steps forward and raise your hand to point the way to the front door. As the two walked outside, she asked, "So, are you ready for training sessions?" John nodded, and found that his eyes were unconsciously scanning the surroundings, looking for the shadows.He could feel his nervousness, and his right palm vibrated again.He wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for.He only knew that he had to pay any price to protect Sharel's safety.

Sarah pulled her hand out of her pocket, and the keys jingled. "I think my friend will be in your class too. He should be reporting tonight." She opened the car door. "Anyway, you know the real reason I'm here, right?" He still shook his head. "I think they want you to drink blood from me when your transformation comes." The news shocked John so much that he could only cover it up with a cough.In fact, it looked as if his eyeballs were about to burst out and roll into the driveway. "Sorry." She smiled apologetically, "I guess they didn't tell you." Oh, he remembered that conversation. "I have no problem," she continued. "What about you?" Oh my God! "John?" She was a little embarrassed, cleared her throat, "I ask you, is there anything that I can write?" Still shaking his head dully, he left the notepad in the house.Idiot, he scolded himself. "Give me your hand." He stretched out his hand, and she found a ballpoint pen from nowhere, opened his palm, and the pen tip smoothly slid across his skin, "This is my email address and the name of the online chat." Username. I'll be online in an hour. You can contact me, okay? We can chat." He just stared blankly at the words she wrote. She shrugged slightly, "I mean, you don't have to, it's just... you know. I think we can use this to get to know each other." She paused, as if waiting for a response, "Uh...whatever. Not forcing you, I mean..." He grabbed her hand, pulled out the ballpoint pen in his hand, and flattened her palm. "I want to chat with you," he wrote. Then, looking straight into Sarah's eyes, he did the bravest and most amazing thing he'd ever done in his life. smiled at her.