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"SPOILED GIRL" SEASON 6, EPISODE 89"

SPOILED GIRL

 SEASON 6

EPISODE 89

(You are insulting me)

"Jacob, behave yourself please!" Anger at his insult made her breathing become ragged and her eyes gleamed red.

 "You are insulting me!" she added, greatly aggrieved by his suggestion.

 "Insulting?" He turned slowly, regarding her like she were a puppet at an amusement park who had just cut her own strings.

 "So you know what 'insult' means? I once believed that you didn't. And that was why you were willing to do those disgusting things?" 

Herr eyes narrowed upon hearing of his low regard for her, and her breath caught in her throat as she bit off an angry retort. Finally, she could restrain herself no longer and yelled at him in a hoarse voice, "Get out now!" 

 "You took my daughter to see your ex-boyfriend just the other day. Now you've found her a new daddy. 

Just how many men are you hiding from me? Can't I satisfy you in bed? Do you have to look elsewhere?" he raged back at her.  

"Get out! Jacob, get out of here. Right now! I don't want to hear any more of your insults!" she howled.    

Every single word he spoke was a knife which plunged deep into her heart, leaving gaping holes that bled violently. 

   There wasn't even any point in trying to refute his accusations anymore, and she just didn't have the energy to try either.  

  However, he sneered and continued without another thought, "Get out? You just cheated me for another man. How dare you tell me to get out? From my own home? Emily, I have surely never seen a woman as brazen and arrogant as you!"    

Rage made her body tremble violently and she couldn't find any more words to utter.    

Seeing her speechless like this, stirred his anger further.  

He didn't stop to consider whether his temper was out of jealousy or just a result of the attack on his honor. Either way, he felt a fury building that needed release. Then he lost his self-control, and closed in on her.   

 He considered punishing her in bed, which was sure to alleviate his anger, but thinking of her poor health, he reluctantly gave up on that idea.    

After a moment's thought he unceremoniously grabbed her and flung her tiny frame over his shoulder before heading downstairs.    

Surprised and embarrassed, she struggled in his grip and yelled at him, "Jacob! What on earth do you want to do? Put me down right now!"    

"Clap!" He casually slapped her buttock and threatened, "Quiet now! Otherwise, I swear I'll lash your bum till it's swollen!"  

  Her face flushed crimson at the shame of being beaten by him in public. He, however, seemed to enjoy this new type of punishment and slapped her again and again!  

All the maids lowered their heads as he carried her past, pretending not see them. However, Emily could still feel their disapproval and contempt of her.    "Jacob!" she sobbed now.   

 Thinking that he might have taken matters too far and actually injured her with his strength, he finally stopped. 'But it felt so good...' He mentally grinned.    

A part of him quickly scolded himself for showing her any mercy. She was after all his to torture. However, another voice in his mind told him that he should not think or do such things...    

Soon he reached the basement and set her down.    

The basement was a cold, spartan room which only featured a bed and some basic furniture. But there was no window, which made it a depressing and inhospitable space.  

He led her to the bed and made her sit. She looked around in confusion, but when she saw the determination in his eyes, she finally understood his intentions. Anger was replaced with a growing fear and she screamed, "Jacob! Are you going to imprison me down here?"    

"This is your punishment,"  he continued with a straight face. "You are afraid of the dark, right? So, you'll stay down here for a week... at first. If I am pleased, I will then release you."   

 "No! You cant! I don't want to stay down here!" she screamed in a panic now. She had tried to convince herself that she had overcome her fear of the dark and of small spaces, but truthfully she didn't relish the thought of spending a week down here.    

"This is not up to you!" he decided in a cold voice, and without any show of emotion turned around to leave.    

She made a mad dash towards him, and grabbing onto his waist, she begged in blind terror, "I don't want to stay here! Please don't lock me down here, please!"  

"Humph." Unyieldingly he sneered and continued, "I had warned you once before that you shouldn't make me mad. Don't you remember?"   

 'But you kept pushing me over the edge over and over again. How can I let you get off so easily?' he reasoned in his heart.   

 "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I apologize for that..."    

She quickly waved the white flag of surrender. Her voice was filled with fear and she became quite pathetic, making him reconsider for one soft-hearted moment.    

But then his resolve reasserted itself, and he made up his mind. Loosening her slender white fingers one by one he pushed her back to the bed, and bound her to the headboard with his tie.    

"Just stay here and think on your sins now,"  he said almost gently.  

"No! I can't!" she whimpered.  

 She struggled desperately to free herself from the bondage, and her eyes were filled with fear and panic.    

He had considered it a minor punishment, but now he began to doubt whether it was a good idea upon seeing her in such a hysteric state.    If memory served him right, her fear of the dark was quite extreme.    

But he thought this a good way to teach her a lesson and punish her for her misdeeds!    

His decision reached, he left the room without looking back.   

 Powerlessly she could only watch him leave. Then all the lights were shut off all at once, plunging the room into pitch darkness.    

There was an eternal darkness in the basement. Without any sign of light the pervasive shadows were as black as sin. 

Her hand curled around his tie which bound her to the bed-rail. The darkness was total and seemed to stain her very soul. Touching his tie with her free hand, she realized that he had not bound both her hands due to the cuts which still marred her hand.  


Therefore, she managed to untie herself within a short space of time.   

 He had not planned to tie her up to the bed. He only wanted to restrain her for a while so that she couldn't oppose him so.    

After freeing herself, she sat on the bed's corner and drew her legs up before wrapping her arms around her knees. Traumatized by the isolation, she buried her face in her arms.    

'It's okay. It's okay.  

  You have already overcome your fear of darkness, haven't you?  

  Don't be afraid. Darkness is just the absence of light. It's not a beast, so it will not hurt you.'  

  Desperately she tried to comfort her own mind and reduce her fears by thinking repeatedly that everything would be fine.  

However, Jacob's words still kept haunting her and threatened her inner peace.   

 "You are afraid of the darkness, right? So, you'll stay down here for a week... at first. If I am pleased, I will then release you."   

 'Jacob, you knew full well that I am afraid of the darkness. Still you chose to leave me down here... Why? Why? Why would you treat me this way?' she cried behind her tightly shut eyelids.    

Considering her fate in the subterranean room, her heart broke as if shredded by beastly claws. She suffered the lacerations of a soul disappointed beyond relief. 'Jacob, did you ever like me for even just one moment?' she mourned.   

 It was a painful discovery, that she was not as strong as she had believed herself to be, and she could not hold on any longer. For such a long time she had hid the burdens of being his lover and carried on without complaint, but now she was irreparably hurt by his behavior.  

She was afraid. She was really afraid.    She was afraid that she might give up at any time.    

Their unrequited love had become an unbearable burden...    

The room was filled with a deathly silence and a darkness that only hell itself could have birthed. Her own breathing seemed to have become unnaturally sharp in her own ears.    

She felt as if a weight had settled onto her chest, making her breathing difficult and a bitter gloom took up residence in her mind.    

Her mind rushed back to her childhood, but was railroaded by the painful memories of the kidnapping she had suffered as a child. Again and again she replayed the early trauma in her mind. 

   Fear made her remember every painful detail of that frightful event. She could recall so distinctly the sound of her kidnappers' voices and laughter. The weeping of the other children. The sound of the dying girls breathing their last painful breaths... 

Of course, she would never forget the look of vicious disdain that her neighbors had for her after her rescue. It was as if they blamed her for the ordeal!  

Everything was finally driving her mad.
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