As morning light filtered through the curtains, Tania finally stood, adjusting her clothes. She looked down at Fabian, a cruel smile on her lips. “Thanks for your services, Fabian,” she said mockingly. “You were quite… satisfying.”
Fabian lay on the floor, his body drenched in sweat, his mind reeling from the night’s events. He felt hollow, broken. He had always thought he could resist Tania’s manipulation, but last night proved otherwise. She had taken everything from him his dignity, his strength, and his control.
Tania leaned down, her face inches from his. “And remember,” she whispered, her tone cold and deadly, “not a word about this to a single soul else, I will kill Grace without hesitation.”
Fabian didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the floor as Tania left the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty silence.
When she was gone, Fabian stumbled to his feet, his legs shaky. He made his way to where he parked his car and drove home, on getting home he went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping inside fully clothed. The water poured over him, but no matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn’t wash away the feeling of disgust.
“How did I let this happen?” Fabian muttered, pressing his forehead against the cool tiles. “How could I allow her to take advantage of me like this?”
He punched the wall, his fist colliding with the hard surface. The pain was a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside him. “When will this end? How long will she keep using Grace against me?”
His chest heaved with frustration, tears mixing with the shower water. “I can’t keep doing this,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the rushing water. “I’m going to fall apart if this continues.”
The weight of Tania’s control, her threats, and the guilt of betraying his own values had finally become too much for him to bear.
“I need to end this,” Fabian said, determination settling in his heart.