Love Story
.25Morning
Chapter twenty five: Morning
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Christine sighed deeply as she woke up the next morning. She felt a warm, safe embrace and for a few moments she felt back in Erik’s strong embrace. Then she remembered the night before.
“Yes…fuck me…fuck me…” “Aah…yes…” “I’m going to fuck you Christine,”
Christine stiffened and tensed at the memory of last night. Had they…had she really betrayed Erik by sleeping with her captor? God, she thought she was going to be sick. Christine pulled out of Ivan Merik’s arm and crept from the bed and made her way to the bathroom completely naked. She knelt in front of the toilet and began expelling everything she had eaten the night before. As Christine continued to vomit as tears fell from her eyes. She had betrayed her true love, her Erik…the father of her baby. “Poor Christine,” a voice said. Christine looked up and wiped her mouth with the back of her as she looked up at Ivan Merik who stood in the doorway. He walked over to Christine and helped her to her feet but as soon as Christine had gathered hr courage she slapped him across the face.
“Was that really called for, Christine?” Ivan asked her smugly. Christine screamed and attacked him but Ivan dodged all of her hits and attempts to attack him. He grabbed Christine and threw her over his shoulder and carried her back into the bedroom. He put on the bed and stepped away as he watched her fuming. “And after all we shared,” Ivan said, clicking his tongue and walked over to the wardrobe. Ivan pulled out an outfit for Christine to wear and then began dressing himself. “Where are you going?” Christine demanded from him. “I have a visit to pay to your…husband. Do not worry Christine he’s to stay alive until he makes up his mind.” Ivan finished dressing and when he did he walked over to Christine and kissed her forehead. “Don’t wait up for me.” Ivan said before he walked out of the bedroom and out of the hotel room.
Christine fell back into the bed and covered herself in the blankets. She hated herself. She just wanted to die. If she wasn’t pregnant she would’ve begged god to kill her.