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“No, never!” Her response is swift, and relief washes over me, tinged with a twinge of unexpected satisfaction.
It's clear that she has feelings for him, and it makes me burn from the inside. I can't deny that a part of me wanted her to say yes, to confirm my suspicions. She probably sees him as her savior, so it’s only natural for her to fall in love with him.
“Tell me, Rosé, has Manasseh done anything to you since you arrived here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, has he fucked you?” I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure of how the conversation reached this point. Damn it! “I misspoke. Forget it! Let me rephrase. Have you slept with him?”
“Not anymore. He said he got bored of me.”
It seems I had asked the right question after all. With Manasseh, it's not about „sleeping together,” it's about him ‘fucking you’. The misogynist wouldn't acknowledge the involvement of the female party, except as a target for his own satisfaction.
Ew!
Just ew!
I place a hand on my forehead and pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling the disgust filling my mouth. I know why Manasseh did this. He did it to hurt Samael, to poison and destroy everything around him. Because that's who Manasseh is, rotten to the core, he is darkness, a monster ready to corrupt even the most innocent soul on Earth to satisfy his sick desires.
“You need to stop it!” I urge her, standing up and turning to face her.
“It's not like I have a choice...” she blushes, and I feel the urge to smother him in his sleep tonight with a pillow.
I understand her position. Rosé is not much different from me. In fact, we share many similarities, and somehow, her appearance reminding me of the naive Becca from the past.
The obsession of the Morgenstern brothers is... me?!
“He won't touch you anymore, Rosé,” I grab her shoulder, trying to reassure her, as if I have any influence over Manasseh's decisions.
Manasseh cannot be influenced. I can only offer my body as a shield, only then can I protect her and my mother. But I know the outcome. Manasseh will be occupied for a while, but then he will grow tired of me. He came back into my life for two reasons, according to his words. To use me to fulfill his dirty goals and to seek revenge for my disobedience in the past, all at the same time.
“It's okay. It doesn't bother me anymore,” she places the red bow on the braided bun on her shoulder, and I feel a tremor run through me.
Stockholm Syndrome.
Was that what Manasseh was referring to? Did he do it so often that she started to enjoy it?
I lean against the table in front of the mirror and feel dizzy. I sense the impending danger lurking within. What if I get tainted by it, losing my ability to distinguish between rationality and obsession? This whole situation is sick. I will lose my mind if I find out more, and I decide not to. It horrifies me, and it only makes me more afraid.
I hear two knocks on the door, and I slowly raise my head.
“Miss, the car is waiting for you,” Peter, the driver from last night, announces. I slip on my sandals, Rosé's image imprinted in my mind.
The image of a person who’s already poisoned.
She's been corrupted.
How can I save someone who has already lost so much? She has resigned herself to this fate, but I can't do the same.
I still have power left in me.
I won't allow myself to succumb to the degradation that Manasseh inflicts upon me.
CHAPTER 16
Present
Rebecca
