Being shackled in one place can make your mind run places. Sia curled up in her cot, looking upward as her mind ran wild. She’s thinking about Celine. Till today, Sia doesn’t know where to find Celine’s dead body.
‘Where did she go, to begin with? It’s so bizarre.’ She’s thinking about Celine because she dreamt about her. She looked so pale and was lying on a sick bed. Beads of sweat gathered on her face. Celine stretched her hands to hold Sia but it only feathers her knuckles before it dropped back on the bed.
She wanted to speak to Sia but was tight-lipped. It was as if someone attacked her. Sia rolled aslant still thinking about Celine.
Yesterday, Lucas and Liam visited her and the way Liam spared her glances made her feel awkward. She whispered to Lucas for Liam not to come with him again.
It feels weird knowing that Liam suspects the accusation was true and the same goes to every other worker in the Monson group. Liam was watching the mole beneath the skin of her ear. He was watching her trembling hands, her face, all of her, and she doesn’t know why. Hence her conclusion that he’s suspecting the allegations to hold an ounce of truth.
While still thinking about Celine, Liam crossed her mind as well. And she begins to wonder why he pinned his long stare at her. She still doesn’t know much about him and she’s given up trying to pry words out of his mouth.
Sia heard the rattling of chains and the fluttering of the iron door of her cell but she didn’t budge. She lay still looking at the wall opposite her until the bailiff uttered, “You have a visitor.”
Sia planted her feet on the floor and brushed past the woman to the visiting room. She turned the doorknob and sauntered into the dimly lit room.
She spotted him sitting at the center of the room under the jasmine-colored chandelier. A round hat on his head and some of the buttons of his shirt come undone. His back was to her and his head hunkered low between his shoulders.
Sia assumes his deep in thought. Plastering a huge grin on her face, she stalked toward him and splay her hands around his neck.
“What are you thinking, Mr?” She muttered into his ear and planted a kiss on his hat before rounding the table to see his face. Her face instantly turned white and her mouth Sahara dry the second she saw the face of the man she was being intimate with.
Looking up, he grinned his trademark grin. “Hello, love.” He hummed, gesturing for her to sit.
“No, I want out!” Sia said, pedaling backward. Her eyes never left the face of the man who shackled her here. She can’t sit and broach with the man who accused her of having killed her husband and his stepbrother.
Sia could hear her heartbeat. She could feel cold rising on her skin. She could feel her legs moving on autopilot. She could feel her head shaking ‘no.’ She whirled around and beeline for the door but Silas stood up and captured her wrist, halting her movements.
“You go nowhere!” He said, swinging her backward, her chest flushed against his chest. The sharp, unprecedented impact made Sia gasp and Silas whimpered in need.
“Let me go! I can’t stay here with you!” She struggled to free herself from his hold but no. He tightened his grip on her. He inched his face more closer and whispered against her lips. “It’ll be better for you to quit struggling because the bailiff won’t come in here until my time is up.”
His voice, as dark as night sent chills down her spine. She swallowed thickly when Silas gushed that.
She halted her struggles and Silas let go of her. She backpedaled away from him but her back hit the wall. Now, she’s sandwiched between him and the wall. As Silas raised his hand to rest them on the wall beside her head Sia flinched thinking he was about to hit her.
“No, love. I don’t want to hit you. At least not now you’re looking for something to hold against me.” Silas said with a cocky grin.
“Bastard!” She croaked, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.
Silas smirked her way and straightened himself. “I’m not one. That much you know.” He said as he fumbled with his belt.
Sia looked down, scared of what he’s about to do. She wonders why he’s unbuckling his belt.
“Ahh…you must be wondering why I’m unbuckling, yeah?” His voice snapped her from her thoughts. She moved her face to his and saw the giant smirk on his face.
Heck! She hates that devilish smile.
Silas continued unzipping his pants. He’s confident with what he’s doing because he paid the bailiff to shut down the surveillance camera.
Sia looked past his head to the camera.
“Don’t bother about that. It’s not working at the moment.” He said, sliding his fingers across her cheek. Sia let her eyes fall shut and gnashed her teeth, hating the feel of his hands on her body.
“I’ve been trying to jerk off but it’s not working. I’ve called my fuck body, Vera, to exert that hunger deep inside her body but hell, it’s not working as well. It’s as if her pussy can soothe me anymore. But no.” He paused, palming his cock out of his boxer shorts.
Sia’s breath hitched the moment his cock brushed her knuckles. The precum damped her skin.
“The instant I decided to come and see your face, hell. The urge doubled tenfold. And then I knew it’s only by seeing you or touching your skin while jerking off that might I be satisfied.” He feathers his finger on her lips, followed by his thumb.
He held his cock, palming it. Breathing heavily.
“Sia, I can take back my words.” He said, brushing his cock on her knuckles again. Fisting it with urgency. Sia didn’t budge when he brushed her knuckles this time around and Silas took it as an opportunity to inch her finger on his tip.
His body shuddered in delight.
“I can do this if only you’d let me, fuck your pussy now. No one will know. I’ll keep it sealed between us. And I’ll go back to James and take back my words.” He said, assuredly.
Sia breathes out a laugh. “So pathetic.” She said in between her laughter.
Silas’s jaw clenched. He stopped fisting himself and glared at her. She could see the fiery look in his eyes. “You shameless slut!” He raised his fist to send it across her face but withdraw back.
His jaw set, his fist balled, his eyes red with anger. Sia watched him, fear rises to her throat but she donned a good façade. She can’t let him see the fear roving inside her. If only he could lose his temper and hit her then she can use it against him.
But Silas is smart not to do so.
“You give your pussy to men. To gigolos but you can’t give it to someone as good as me!?” He growled, sinking his mouth to her ear. He laved the skin of her ear in his mouth. Chills break out on Sia’s body.
She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back.
“I knew that using this against you was the best. I never wanted to use it against you. I only wanted your so-called husband gone so I can rule the family and make you mine but…” He gushed a breath.
The hunger spilling inside him like a waterfall died. He shoved his soft cock back into his pants and buckled his pants.
Sia was shocked by his words.
“It was you!?” She asked. Too shocked, she couldn’t move an inch.
Silas laughed at her surprised face. “Everything I did was for you and me.” He admitted.
Sia mentally slapped herself. She hates the fact that she couldn’t put two and two together at first. She should have known that Silas’s hatred for Monson could lead him to kill Monson.
She should have known that Silas was the one behind Monson’s sudden death.
She facepalmed.
“I thought I could get my hands on the property, rule the family and make you my queen. But the dead meat signed everything to you. And you were stupid not to acknowledge me as your man. You fuck around with someone that’s not me. I…” He pointed to himself. His hair jerked as he growled. “Was supposed to be one you marry so we can rule together but no. You messed up.”
Sia slumped to her knees. Surprise darkened her features. She can’t believe her ears. She can’t believe she’s endlessly suffering because of Silas. She wants to scream but already Silas has paid them to rid off everything that will serve as evidence to her. So screaming won’t help. Nothing will help. She’s the only one that can hear the confessions.
Only her.
“My mother told me to use it against you all the while but I said no because I loved you. And because I knew she wanted to take over.” He stood, walked to Sia’s stead, and bring his knees to the floor. He gathered Sia’s hair in her hands and whispered in his ears.
“When your fuckboy threw me out of the villa. It was the day I made the decision to use it against you. I started by defenestrating Rose Monson…” A dark grin took over his face as Sia brings up her surprised look to his face.
“You…killed your mother?” She croaked, pointing at Silas. He gripped the finger she pointed at him and bend it back. “Yes, I killed her.”
Sia abruptly propelled to her feet. She ran to the door and started slamming on it.
“He’s the one that killed her. Open this door” She yelled, banging on the door. “He’s the one that killed my husband. He’s the one that defenestrated his mother! Let me out of here.” She cried, afraid of the beast in human form standing behind her.
Silas Monson is a beast.
He stood and watched her struggle and smirked.
The bailiff opened the door and said, “Time’s up.” She ignored Sia’s words and pulled her away.
Back to the lonely world, Silas put her in. Back to the place she drowns in sorrow. Back to the place her memories torture her.