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 Season 6

Episode 95

(Cruel omen)

When Emily tired to pick up the last picture, a high-grade leather shoe stepped on her hand. The pressure wasn't enough to hurt her but just sufficient enough to stop her from picking the picture up.    

Emily's blood ran cold. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise, and even though she was staring straight at Jacob she appeared not to notice him at all.   

 "Don't even think about it." Jacob retrieved his foot and continued in a cold voice, "Give them to me."  

  Emily had a bad feeling as she hid the pictures in her arms subconsciously and asked, "You... What do you want to do with these pictures?"    

"I just want to have a look,"  Jacob said slowly, staring deep into Emily's eyes.  

Emily looked away as if to hide from his eyes and said, "There is nothing to look..."    

She was afraid that the pictures would awaken the monster hidden dormant inside Jacob's mind.    

There was a time when Emily wished nothing more than for Jacob to regain his memories of the past, but now, she had come to fear that very wish.    

Emily feared that Jacob would act like he did the last time she tried helping him remember the past. She had every reason to be fearful of that moment, because once Jacob lost control over himself, he would start to hurt himself and those around him.    

Most importantly, she was afraid that the intense stress put on Jacob's mind would drive him mad and she would lose him forever, just as Sean had told her.   

 "What's wrong?" Jacob's eyes were full of skepticism and he continued, "Are you so embarrassed of what's in those pictures that you don't want others to see them? Or is it just me?"  

"No, no, of course not..." she said.    "Well, then show me. I'm quite curious to see them now,"  he said.   

 Jacob tried to snatch those pictures from Emily's hands but they fell down to the ground again. He looked at those pictures carefully and knitted his eyebrows subconsciously as if he had seen something that displeased him. 

   Jacob's eyes became gloomy and his face darkened which meant that a storm was brewing over the horizon.    

His eyes were like fire, burning through those pictures, one at a time.    

Fortunately, Jacob did nothing to those pictures.   

 Something strange seemed to have come over Jacob, as he picked up all the pictures and safely put them back in the case before he put it back where he found it.  

Feeling relieved, Emily sighed and smiled. But her smile died just as soon as it had formed on her face, when Jacob threw her to the bed.   

 A scream dragged up her throat as Jacob pinned her down to the bed. Shame appeared in her face as she thought of Magee, but she was too afraid.    

"Jacob, don't... hmm..."    

Jacob bit her lip softly and jammed his tongue in her throat to stop her from talking.    

However, Jacob's eyes were vigilant and alert as he sensed there was another person in the room with them.    

'Since you don't mind sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, I will show you what a good performance looks like, ' Jacob thought in his mind.  

There was a long silence, followed by the moaning sounds that came out of Emily's mouth. All the while, Magee stood behind the curtains, clenching his fist in anger, to the sound of Jacob ravishing Emily's body.    

Jacob made sure to cover Emily's body properly so the unwelcome guest wouldn't be able to see anything.    

Magee squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced. He suddenly remembered that Jacob had acutely observant eyes.    

'So he's just showboating on purpose to piss me off. Damn him!' Magee cursed Jacob in his mind.    

Magee wanted so bad to come out of hiding and stop them, but he did not have the right to do so.   

 Besides, it was not like Emily refused Jacob either.    

The only rights Magee had at that point was that of an irrelevant bystander.  

Magee felt like he had been reduced to a depraved and petty voyeur. He could no longer tolerate the feeling of self-loathing and he jumped out from the window and disappeared before Jacob or Emily could notice him.    

Jacob stopped what he was doing for a second as if he could feel the absence of the intrusive eyes that had been watching them.    

In truth, he did not plan on forcing himself on Emily as she was in poor health. To see her so fragile and weak hurt him just as much as it hurt Emily.  

  Emily gasped in Jacob's arm like a drowning kitten. Jacob stared at Emily affectionately and gently patted her back to soothe her.    

Soon, she closed her eyes and fell asleep like the baby in a mother's arms.    

For a moment, a feeling of warmth appeared in Jacob's eyes, but it faded away and turned into ice soon after.  

Jacob got up and looked out the window pensively, while he waited on the phone. He was calling his men to increase the security in the villa, especially for Emily's room.   

 'No one can steal away my woman from me, even if I don't want her anymore!' Jacob glowered suspiciously.   

 After he got off the phone, Jacob thought about Emily's pictures and then curiously took out the case from the wardrobe again.    

Jacob's failure to ignore his impulses of self-preservation, forced him to destroy intimate pictures of him and Emily.   

 In truth, Jacob had no intention of holding back his impulses.    

Before long, Jacob took the case out with him and started burning the pictures one by one. The flame from his match was like a raindrop of yellow heat that crept up the wood, and lit his handsome grimacing face.  

It seemed as though Jacob was engulfed in nothingness, slowly melting into soundless oblivion. 

Almostt half of the pictures burnt to ashes, floating to the ground like great dirty flakes of snow. Suddenly, remorse came over Jacob. He questioned the origin and purpose behind his remorse, as it made him feel like he was losing his mind. "Jacob! What are you doing?" 

Emily yelled remonstrance, shaking her head in utter disbelief. Jacob felt his chest tighten into a knot like a cramp, as if something had torn out a part of his soul. She sank to her knees and cried hysterically like a person drained of all hope, as she tried to pick up the burned pieces with her bare hands.

 "Why would you burn my pictures? Why would you do such a thing? You have no right to burn these!" Her gasping wails echoed in Jacob's ears.  

Roused to frenzy by desperation, Emily dashed towards Jacob to save whatever pictures she could from the burning fire with her bare hands.    

"Are you crazy?" Jacob was dumbfounded. He quickly slapped her hand away from the fire!    

Jacob's slap had left a purple welt on her hand, but Emily was solely focused on saving those pictures, while casting all other thoughts to the side. "How could you do that? You shouldn't have! You had no right!" She sobbed into her hands and the tears dripped between her fingers to the floor.    

Jacob pulled her up into his arms and said, "What do you mean I have no right? This is my villa. I can do anything I want!"   

 "No! No! You can't! Those were our old pictures..." The enormity of her grief was apparent.    

"So that's why they should be burnt! Anyway, I don't want to keep any pictures with a woman like you!"  

Emily stopped struggling in his arms baffled by his words. "Please! Stop please..." she begged him.    

Every word Jacob said was like a knife stabbing into Emily's heart.    

For the first time since she decided to help Jacob, Emily finally started to question her own resolve...    

The toxic relationship between them could only bear fruits of despair and desolation. And Emily had grown tired of fighting a losing battle.    

"Our pictures... They are all gone,"  she said under the breath. Benumbed, Emily watched as the pictures turned to ashes right before her eyes. She didn't have any tears left to shed.    

Jacob wanted to put out the fire sooner even though, the pictures were influencing his emotions. He changed his mind, in the last minute when he realized just how much they meant to Emily.  

Perhaps it was out of malice, or may be something else, but    

Jacob just wanted to destroy something dear to Emily piece by piece.    

However, much to his surprise, after he had accomplished what he had set out to do, he was no happier than he was before.    

"They are just some pictures, that's all. They are not worth crying over. Don't pretend to be pathetic in front of me!"   Jacob sneered and smiled at her contemptuously.    

Emily looked at the ashes and said, "They weren't just any pictures..."   

 'They were the most precious memories of our past. They are the witnesses of our love. Now, they are all gone.' Emily was devoid of hope.  

Emily felt as though this incident was a Sign, forecasting the end of her and Jacob.

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