The Incidents

She was left horrified when Marcel pulled down his boxers and pushed her into the shower together with him. He turned on the water, began to adjust the temperature. Meanwhile, she turned her back to him and tried to cover the essential parts with her hands. Patricia had no idea how she ended up naked with him in the shower. It happened so fast.

He didn't have anything nefarious planned at the moment. She just couldn't read his mind. He took a sponge with a shower gel and began to gently wash Patricia's skin. She stood silently in the corner and didn't even move. When he was finally done, he turned off the water, pulled out a pink fluffy towel and wrapped her in it.

"Come to the bath now. You can keep that towel on. I see that you are not feeling very comfortable,... I mean naked with me. You will get used to it with some time." Patricia refuses to get used to it, she has no intention of staying with him even a moment longer.

She looked up and behind directly at him. "And do I even have a choice?" He began to laugh. "No... but don't worry, I'll help you in. You'll be fine with it in the future." He grabbed her in his arms, crossed the edge of the tub, and sat down with her. He put her in his lap.

They were sitting in the bathtub, as she and Marek had been like this in the past. He pulled her to him so that she was leaning against his chest. Marcel ran his fingers up and down her pale skin. He placed a kiss on her cheek, inspected her hands, and drew circles in her palms. His looked like shovels and hers looked like little cat paws.

He occasionally pulled out the sponge, making sure her skin remained warm and moist around her shoulders and cleavage area. Patricia was not very enthusiastic about this situation. But at least she was safe for now. Marcel suddenly stood up with her in his arms. He removed the pink fluffy towel from her and dried her body with another.

All this time she turned her back on him again and again. She was embarrassed. Marcel was smiling, hanging down two bathrobes. Grabbing her hand, he unlocked the door and showed her a huge closet behind the door next to the TV. He compared several dresses to Patricia's body, so that he would know, which one she should wear today.

He was playing with his doll this time. He finally chose a light green dress with white lace around the neck and around the edges of the sleeves. He showed her where to get her underwear. Patricia came out with a sad face. She really wanted to leave this cursed place. Even though she knew she couldn't escape from there.

Marcel braided her hair into a braid, finished it with a ribbon, put the chain back on, and disappeared down into the kitchen. After breakfast in bed, he forced her to lie down with him again. She turned her back on Marcel. He curled up around Patricia to cuddle with her. He snuggled up to her from the back and stroked her hair and cheek.

Later, he pressed the TV remote control into her hand and pointed to the TV. "I have to run out for a while to buy fresh food for us. Be a good girl. I'll be back in an hour. You can watch TV or read something for now.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and left. She was in no mood to do any of the activities he suggested. She just wanted to take a nap.

She suddenly woke up to find Alexander standing over her and staring straight into her face. Patricia froze in fear, droplets of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She swallowed hard. He immediately jumped after her. She started screaming. He slapped her.

They started struggling and fighting. She somehow managed to kick him off her. She lunged forward and wanted to run away, but she couldn't. Alexander grabbed her chain and pulled her towards him. The fight continued on the ground.

She resisted him and he hated it. He slapped her a few times and then grabbed her by the neck. She lost consciousness, became numb, and let go of his hands, which she had been clutching so desperately. He used the opportunity to do what he came for... He lifted her dress, grabbed her panties pulling them down, and climbed right on top of her.

She opened her eyes again and tried to push him off of her. At that moment, Marcel ran to help. He grabbed Alexander and beat him into a bloody pulp. He was out of his senses... that someone tried to rape "his wife".

The eyes beckoned with emptiness, he was going to kill him. Patricia shouted and stretched out her hands towards Marcel. "Stop! Please!" He stopped his punch in mid-air, and turned his head, still a glare on his face. Marcel's heavy breathing calmed down. His eyes returned to normal.

"Okay, as you wish. I will just drag him upwards. Don't worry, I won't hurt him anymore, he got what he deserved. I'll erase his memory of you altogether, that's probably the best way. I will obey your wish."

Marcel dragged Alexander's body out of the cave to their mother's house. Patricia remained lying on the floor because she couldn't get up. Marcel later took her into his embrace and placed her from the floor back onto the bed. There he hugged her, tried to calm her down, and comforted her.

For the first time, she herself fell into his arms gripping him tight and with some hint of affection. He placed a peck on her forehead and held her tightly. After a while, he examined her to see if she was seriously injured. A few scrapes, marks, and bruises, they all were easily treatable. Marcel exhaled.

He took out the first aid kit and started treating her. When he was done he made her lie down on the bed and he lay across from her. They both looked into each other's eyes. Marcel leaned down and kissed her nose. She resigned, she no longer had the strength to protest, she wasn't so much disgusted with him, she was just extremely uncomfortable.

After this wild incident, they just fell asleep together. In the middle of the night, Patricia woke up. Clinging to Marcel with her arms wrapped around his waist, she was horrified and quickly released him. Shocked, she looked at him to see if he had woken up and then just sighed.

Um. He looks sweet when he sleeps, he's probably not that bad. Those sky-blue eyes fit him and he has a charming smile. She suddenly felt confused. What the hell was going through my mind?! Phew! I'm getting crazy. Is this the Stockholm syndrome? I have to get out of here as fast as possible!

She didn't fall asleep until Marcel opened his eyes. That day was suddenly different from the very beginning. He started kissing her neck. Patricia's heart pounded with fear. He rolled on top of her and stroked her whole body. His facial expression was different than usual.

Anxiety was closing Patricia's throat. Does he have the same intentions, as Alexander yesterday? Even though they were both dressed, he pushed his way between her knees and pressed "himself" against her a few times. He grabbed both of her hips and squeezed them hard. Marcel kissed her right on the lips and then let go.

Patricia was worried out of shock. Her fears returned. Such behavior was repeated several times during that day, although nothing serious happened. In the early evening, he drove her into the shower again, but this time he behaved like such a predator.

His hands were all over her body. She couldn't stop him. She couldn't take it anymore and twisted towards him, pinning him against the shower glass. She finally showed him resistance. "What are you trying to do? What do you want from me? Are you playing some wicked game?”

Grinning, he leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "Yes, I like to torture myself like this sometimes. What happened yesterday woke up something in me. When that day comes and you're ready, I will take what's rightfully mine."

His words echoed in her head like distant voices. They were more than disturbing to her. They both ended up on the bed in their bathrobes again. Patricia's body was completely stiff with fear. Marcel was calm and didn't try to do anything more. Marcel just pulled her to him and started caressing her face.

She was sick of this situation and just wanted to go back to Marek. Patricia thought only of him until she was forced to fall asleep on Marcel's chest. Once he noticed, he carefully placed her next to him and watched her dreaming.

She met Marek in the realm of dreams. Her reaction was clear... She fell into his arms and hugged him tightly. She pulled his head close and traced the features of his face with her fingers. She cupped his cheeks in both hands and began to kiss him, at first with little hesitation, but then with immense passion.

She woke up from a beautiful dream to the biggest nightmare. She was actually sleepwalking at that moment. The owner of the lips she was kissing were none other than Marcels. She was startled and immediately pushed him away from her.

He was now confused, didn't understand what happened, and immediately jumped after her. He decided that the time had finally come to take what he had been waiting for so long. Patricia fought and could not defend herself. Of course, since he was taller, he was also stronger. He untangled her robe. She tried to escape.

He had already pinned her down on the bed and she just punched him in the chest with both fists as a last resort. He stopped. This snapped him out of his self-delusion. Marcel covered her and laid his head on her stomach. Like a dog with big eyes, he asked for forgiveness. She didn't close her eyes until the next morning.