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Post by Diana Ward on May 16, 2018 2:05:04 GMT -5
Diana was sore. She was more than sore. She ached in places she didn't know a body could ache, and that was saying something in her line of work. But the pain in her body was nothing compared to the ache in her chest.
Her sleep had been restless, past and present nightmares rose up to choke her, and when she reached for the strong body that was supposed to be next to her, she felt nothing. That emptiness ate at her until the wee hours of the morning, when finally she realized nothing was in fact nothing. Christian wasn't there.
She woke suddenly, gathering the sheet to her chest. Her instincts were signalling that something was off and all of her senses became alert at once. It was almost painful as her body tensed.
She realized then she was cuffed to the bed once more.
"What.." her mouth fell open slightly. Where was Christian? What the bloody hell was going on?Christian Ward
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Post by Christian Ward on May 17, 2018 0:07:00 GMT -5
After spending some time alone, thinking about his approach to the situation he was in and then contacting his men to prepare them for their new missions, Christian turned in for the night. He fell asleep in one of the empty bedrooms that didn’t have a still nude, sleeping Diana in it, but close enough that he could hear when she awoke and inevitably began to make noise. There wasn’t a need to wait any longer to confront her, as soon as she woke he would put his plan into action.
He rose early, made some breakfast and coffee, and read the paper in the kitchen alone. Afterwards, he set the dishes to wash themselves in the sink while he showered, then dressed and fixed his hair. Although he was in another man’s house, Christian went about his morning as if he was preparing for any other day of work. He had a plan now and was in control. This was how Christian liked to do things.
Hearing the soft sounds of movement coming from the bedroom where Diana was handcuffed to the bed, Christian smiled to himself and made for the door. She was on the bed, the sheet pulled up protectively around her naked frame, and a look unbecoming of her naturally strong features on her face. “Hello darling.” Christian rarely used pet names with any of his girlfriends but the tone of his words were more menacing than the standards greeting would typically require. “Sleep well?”
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Post by Diana Ward on May 17, 2018 0:24:06 GMT -5
Later Diana would curse the soft look she gave him as he entered the room. She didn't know her eyes gave her relief away, as well as her feelings for the man - not that he believed her.
When he spoke however, Diana felt a chill slither down her spine.
"Someone kept me up most of the night...other than that..." she said lightly, but her eyes were assessing him and the situation. The reality she didn't want to face last night as they clung to one another, or as she clung to him.
Before last night, before dinner even, Diana had decided that what mattered most was a kindness between them. She loved her husband. She had loved him since before puberty. Sometimes she felt as though she was born to love him. But for their children's sake they needed some kind of stability, and their passion was anything but stable.
Diana thought that distancing herself from him was the answer, but she was miserable without him. Rosalyn helped her to see that being miserable wasn't good for her children either.
Was it possible that she and Christian could work things out? Really possible?
The first step would be to close the physical chasm between them and erase the tension that had built up due to abstinence. Then they could work on the rest, but if that wasn't an option, then they still needed to figure out the rest of it. They still needed to figure out how they were going to raise their children.
Even if Diana had to let Christian go, they had to have some kind of peace.
Christian's tone didn't look peaceful, but nor did it sound guilty or ashamed that he was "breaking up" with her. It was something else, something worse, but Diana couldn't have known what.
She frowned, "What is it?" she asked and moved toward him only to be reminded that she was handcuffed, "And what is this?" she asked with a raised brow.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 17, 2018 1:10:33 GMT -5
Christian’s expression appeared smug as Diana mused about someone keeping her up most of the night. It was a look she had seen before, on occasion, when they referenced their carnal affairs but this time there was something lacking in the expression. That additional look of affection and love was absent from his face. He was a guy who got laid last night. Nothing more.
But there was more. He hadn’t just handcuffed her back to the bed for sh*ts and giggles, and it wasn’t to have another go at her, though that would have been appealing, but he had things to be getting on with today, namely calling her out on her botched ploy to win his heart. “That,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he nodded in the direction of her cuffed wrist, “is to keep you from running off. And this,” he continued as he pulled a bottle of clear liquid from his trouser pocket, “is how you have single-handedly ruined my entire f*cking life.” The bottle was the same one Kaden had shown him just yesterday. The contents within were a powerful potion that simulated intense feelings of love and passion for several hours, just long enough for Diana to cajole him into marriage and a life bond to boot.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 17, 2018 1:26:05 GMT -5
The eerie feeling Diana kept trying to ignore, slowly began to penetrate her mind, but still none of it made sense.
"Excuse me? I did what?" she asked her brows raised and her tone sharp enough to reveal she was also insulted in addition to confused.
She didn't recognize the potion he held, for all she saw it was a bottle of some sort, but her eyes hadn't adjusted to the dawn let alone her mind adjusting to his accusation.
"What is that? And f*ck you." she added the last for good measure. Christian was an arse at times, but saying she ruined his life was a low blow even for him.
"Uncuff me, I don't want to play whatever game you think you're playing right now." Not after last night, not after the last few weeks.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 19, 2018 0:57:48 GMT -5
She was a decent actress, Christian had to give her that. The apparent confusion and insulted tone was rather convincing, or at least it would have been had Christian not been wise to her plans. He wasn’t falling for it, and his expression remained unperturbed. “Don’t play dumb, Diana. We both know you’re better than that.” He stepped further into the room, appearing taller as he came closer to her, towering over her position on the bed. “Amorphia. The potion you gave me the night we miraculously became husband and wife.” He could sense her about to argue and he put a stop to it before she had the chance. “Shut up,” he commanded, his eyes drilling into hers. Fire raging inside of him. “I’ve heard enough of your lies to last a f*cking lifetime.”
Christian gave a quarter turn and pulled a nearby chair over by the side of the bed, sitting down leisurely in front of a silenced, restrained Diana. This was the most peaceful and in control he could remember feeling for a while now. He was in charge of the situation once again, as he liked it. He had a plan, he had his men ready. He fell easily back into his old self.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 19, 2018 1:10:01 GMT -5
Diana's chin rose as he approached the bed. She was indignant and defiant, but also curious as to what game he was playing and where he was going with his accusation. She had suffered many accusations and assumptions from the man in front of her, but his latest astounded her.
He had ample time to command her to be silent as she was too shocked to say anything at first.
I gave you?! her brain screamed incredulously, but no sound escaped.She continued to look at him hotly as he said he'd had enough of her lies. She was going to tear into him when she got her voice back, when he let her speak that is.
Suddenly Diana's anger flipped to unease, Christian could command her to do whatever he wanted, and if he didn't let her explain - even if he did let her explain, if she couldn't prove the truth - what would he do to her?
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Post by Christian Ward on May 20, 2018 3:18:33 GMT -5
Resting comfortably in the arm chair, Christian put his feet up on the bed. He took his time before he spoke again. She couldn’t go anywhere without either the key to the handcuffs or her wand, and Christian had made sure she had neither. She couldn’t speak in order to further her lies and twist his perception of the reality he had finally come to see clearly. He basked in this moment, evaluating her silently as she could do little more than scowl silently back at him. When he finally spoke, his tone was level and matter-of-factly. “You’ve been trying since we were f*cking teenagers to make me love you. Getting pregnant the first sodding time didn’t work out the way you expected it to. Neither did the second time, did it?” She couldn’t answer, and it didn’t matter. His question was rhetorical.
He pulled his feet from the bed and set them on the floor, leaning forward in the chair and resting his forearms on his knees and he leaned closer to Diana. “If having my f*cking children wasn’t enough to get me to love you, then perhaps drugging me would do the trick. Right? That is the sane person’s f*cking thought process, isn’t it, Diana?” As he detailed out the finer points of her plan, he grew angrier with her. “A f*cking marriage and a life bond later, you still didn’t have what you wanted. You were f*cking scared that I would figure out how to get rid of you. That’s why you tried to keep the loophole from me once you’d wiped my f*cking memories.” He was safe for now, having compelled Diana not to kill him, but the life bond’s loophole stated that one partner could live if the other died at their lover’s hand. Christian had brought up the loophole strategically.
“You’d think taking my sodding memories away would make it easier for your f*cking lies to be swept away, but you forgot something important. I might not be able to remember everything I learned about you in those three months that you stole from me, Diana, but I have men who remember.” Kaden wasn’t one of his men, but the point still stood that he was a well-connected wizard capable of learning all manner of things. And he had learned plenty about Diana. It was all spelled out in the file Kaden had shown him. “I know all about you, Diana Crawford. Your f*cking stint in the loony bin after I left you. Your own f*cking father put you away, that’s how much of a psychotic b*tch you are. Your own f*cking father. You should have stayed there, Diana.” He stood from his chair, a slight expression of confusion on his face. “What was the f*cking point in breaking out of the sodding mental institute if you’re just going to f*cking try to kill yourself by running into an oncoming carriage?! Just f*ckin’ hang yourself with your bedsheets like all the rest of the nutters.”
He continued ranting, reciting her history as if it were news to her. There was no where for her lies to hide once she knew that he was aware of it all. He berated her about the finer points in her psychosis. How she seduced skilled men to aid her in this war she was waging that had only existed, at that point, in her mind. Whistler. Steel. Derek. Then Christian. She had used them all to varying degrees, but Christian was her real target. Whistler taught her how to fight – something she would need in order to impress Christian. Steel helped hone her skills, making her a masterful assassin but one with the moral compass of a magnet and ended with her murdering two young girls savagely. She had seduced Derek as a way to get near Christian, causing the younger man to fall in love with her and Christian had witnessed her seduction of Burke first hand. Her lies were still working on that idiot, but Christian would sort it out with Derek once he returned to the country.
Tales of their daughter had featured in the story but Christian was saving that bit for last. He wanted Diana to think she had really gotten away with it, but she hadn’t. There was no Alyx. Diana had invented the child in the mental hospital, the notes were all right there in Kaden’s file. She had used this imaginary daughter to get Derek and Christian to fight with her and do her bidding. It was the reason Christian stayed with her so long – out of obligation. She had hoped it would turn to love. Perhaps it hadn’t worked, and that was why she had drugged him. Perhaps he found out that Alyx was the figment of a demented woman’s imagination. The exact reasoning for her change of tactic didn’t matter. What mattered was that she had been found out and Christian laid it all out before her.
And now that there were no more lies for her to hide behind, Christian would lock her up until his son was born, and then after that…
From the pocket of his trousers, Christian pulled the key to her handcuffs out and freed her from the restraint she’d been sat in for some time now.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 20, 2018 3:38:56 GMT -5
Diana had seen Christian mad. She'd seen Christian furious. But she had never seen the man in front of her before.
At first his accusations were so out of line and incorrect Diana was honest to Godric confused, then indignant. She silently raged at him calling him every name in the book for moron or idiot, but as he continued her indignation lessened and her hurt increased.
It wasn't that Christian was accusing her of all sorts of manically evil things, it was that he believed it himself.
She was a little slow to the table, she had been ever since seeing Christian again after taking his memories. She wanted so badly to believe that they could find each other again after what she had done, she convinced herself it was so. Maybe not vocally or confidently - she had too many insecurities for that - but somewhere else, somewhere deep inside said that they were an end game. She just had to hold out a little longer, fight a little harder, survive, and things would be okay.
At some point Diana stopped hearing Christian's words. His accusations were so vile she felt physically ill, and she had no means of defending herself.
Wandless, voiceless, naked, and handcuffed she was bare and vulnerable, but it was the man attacking her and his method of violence that shattered her defenses.
Maybe her defenses had already been shattered before. Before meeting Christian again some seven odd months ago, she was hard. She was a warrior. There was nothing soft about Diana Crawford. She was the monster he accused her of being, and while the events were drastically different than Christian indicated, she had been at the heart of every death and destruction in her history. She had hardened herself to stone in order to accept the vile creature she had become, but then of all the bars to walk into she walked into his that night.
The months that followed nurtured the tiniest spark of hope in Diana's chest that refused to die. At one time that hope had spiraled wildly out of control feeling safe in her husband's arms as he vowed to love her forever. She thought that hope had been squashed completely after his betrayal, but she was a fool. That betrayal was nothing compared to the pure hatred she saw in Christian's eyes now.
Christian wasn't just ripping her hope away, he was tearing at the very fibers of her already withered soul, and he had a lethal accuracy.
Diana's chest began to ache as his words came back to her, echoing in her mind, ripping through her as though they were a physical thing.
By the end of his tirade the once proud Diana Ward was silently begging him to stop. She didn't even notice when the cuff came off that her arm held limp in front of her.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 20, 2018 3:54:39 GMT -5
The acting. Always with the acting. She could commit to the bit, that was for sure. It was a shame she wasn't fooling anyone with her dramatics though. She sat there looking dejected and morose. Christian didn't have the patience for it. "Get dressed," he commanded. "You're leaving." He would keep her safe until Liam was born. The repairs at his home were mostly completed and it was safe to return. It was safe for her to stay there for the time being. He had other plans for her once the baby was born, but for now he would keep her prisoner.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 20, 2018 4:10:37 GMT -5
Christian's command forced Diana to return to reality instead of being locked away in her shock and despair.
She felt her body moving, but despite Christian's control over her, Liam's was stronger. She stood to get dressed, but as though coming out of a haze she ran to the corner of the room and promptly emptied her stomach.
The ache in her chest had spread through her gut upsetting the innocent child nested beneath her heart. A heart that was breaking more than she thought was possible. It hadn't hurt this much the first time Christian left her, and she had been a child then. It didn't hurt this much when she discovered his betrayal.
It wasn't even his accusations, though they played a part. Christian was her spirit's anchor. His love, his faith, even grudgingly given kept her spirit strong, without it, in the face of such cold detachment, every other ugly moment between them hung in the air and Diana felt the despair of being truly alone. She couldn't take it. She vomited until all that was left was dry heaves.
If she had the capacity for shame she would have hated breaking down like this in front of him, but he had thrown the death of two girls she loved in her face. He had written off their daughter as a figment of her imagination. She had no shame. And then she had no control.
Fighting Christian's orders, even to empty her stomach, caused a deep pain to whip through her entire body that she had never felt before. She stood and went to the dresser shaking every step of the way, tripping once but regaining her footing before opening the drawer with shaky hands.
She reached for the first item she found, but hesitated realizing it was Christian's shirt. She had often worn his clothing, finding comfort in his shirts wrapping herself in his scent, but now she wanted nothing to do with it. She fought, but only a moment before that pain was shooting through her again and she reached for his top, putting it on with no more hesitation.
When she was dressed she looked back at him, there was naked awe in her eyes as though she couldn't reconcile the man in front of her with the man she knew and had loved.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 20, 2018 18:01:35 GMT -5
Once Diana was free of the handcuff, he let her move around the room, satisfied that she would do as he commanded due to the life bond that compelled her to be an obedient wife. Her let her get on with it as he used the key to release the other end of the cuff that was connected to the headboard of the bed, and then pocketed the key. Cuffs still in hand, Christian whipped around as he heard the unmistakable sounds of morning sickness – though they were way beyond that point in her pregnancy.
It was an unattractive sight; a naked woman bent over heaving onto the floor was not something anyone should have to witness. Muscles spasmed. Things moved in unattractive positions. It was off putting, to say the least.
He was helpless to comfort her, there was nothing for him to do as she expelled sick onto the floor and while he disliked seeing any woman in discomfort, Christian reminded himself that this was not just any woman. She was the reason his world had been turned upside down, that his home had been destroyed, his reputation sullied in the eyes of Lord Voldemort, and his life shackled to hers. He wouldn’t feel sorrow for her.
She dressed in one of his shirts and then stood to face him. Christian struggled to read the look on Diana’s face, but he didn’t care enough to look further into her mind to decipher the expression. He just wanted her gone. “Come on,” he said sternly. He had men waiting for them and were they to be late they would grow worried and come looking. They needed to go.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 20, 2018 18:36:17 GMT -5
By rote, Diana cleaned up the mess she had made in the corner of the room and cleaned out her mouth as well, accustomed to the illness, but moving methodically as she tried to understand what was happening. Christian didn't give her any time to process, and he had given her plenty to chew on, but none of it was getting through to her. She was in shock. Her body had revolted the sudden stress on her system, or perhaps it was a culmination of all the stress up to this point. It wasn't good for baby Liam, it wasn't good for Diana.
Christian wasn't in the mood to care.
But then he wasn't in a mood, this wasn't some temporary fit, Christian really hated Diana. He believed her capable of something incredibly vile. He was so wrong. How could he be so wrong?
Where?
She wanted to ask when he ordered her to go with him, but the words didn't form. She panicked then. What did he have in store for her?
A dread filled her at the irony of their situation. Was it only a few months ago they were in the same position but reversed? Christian bound and gagged more or less and Diana contemplating how to handle the situation. The key difference was that Diana still loved Christian despite his perceived betrayal. This Christian didn't love her.
Or did he? How could they have gotten this far without love? He didn't have his memories, but he didn't need them, he had felt something for her something new in spite of his memory loss. He couldn't just discard her like this.
She put herself in his path and gave him a hard look.
Don't do this.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 20, 2018 23:33:03 GMT -5
Diana’s lies had gotten to him. He watched as she moved about the room, cleaning up after herself. He would have taken care of it after he returned but seemed to do it automatically, robotically. This wasn’t her first time during this pregnancy, she appeared rather used to it by now. Her expression was still strange to him but he was beginning to feel as though this was wrong. Lies. He couldn’t continue to fall for her lies. He had to break the cycle if he wanted to return to his normal life. “Don’t look at me like that,” he remarked as she came to stand in front of him, looking hard at him as she tried to nonverbally communicate with him. It wasn’t an order she would be forced to comply with but if she kept it up, it most certainly could be. “After all the deceit, Diana, I am still treating you better than you ever treated me. Coercing me into a relationship, erasing my memories. I won’t sink so f*cking low. Consider yourself lucky.”
She was too far along to make apparition a viable means of transportation. There were risks involved while pregnant and Christian wouldn’t risk the baby getting splinched. Slower means were necessary now, and Christian had arranged for one of his men to temporarily reconnect Kaden’s fireplace to the Floor Network. They’d had it disconnected when it became a viable safe house, which is what would be happening to Christian’s home once their journey was complete. He threw a small handful of Floo Powder into the flames which shifted from orange to green, then put his hand around Diana’s waist to keep her tucked safely up against him as they traveled. He didn’t want her escaping somehow. They stepped into the flames and Christian looked over to Diana, who felt comfortable in his hand, then clearly gave his address as the flames rose up around them. A few moments later they had arrived.
Christian had spent a good deal of money on the repairs to his home, a look at his Gringotts vault would be a shocking sight at the moment. The expense, it seemed, was worth it. Upon exiting the fireplace the pair stood in his sitting room. It looked just as it had before the attack. To their right was his office and in front of them was the archway to the foyer which led them to the rest of the house. A kitchen, dining room, and loo completed the main floor. Upstairs were two bedrooms, a storage room, a bathroom, and a hidden room where Christian had kept his dark artifacts, many of which were also destroyed in the attack and not yet replaced. He didn’t have the money yet. “Bedroom, toilet, atrium. You’ll have free reign over those areas. The healer is on call should you need him.” As he spoke, he guided her up the stairs and into the small atrium that connected the master bedroom to the rest of the first-floor rooms. A lot of the fighting had occurred right here, but you couldn’t tell by looking at it now. When she stepped off the top stair and onto the atrium floor, a rush of wind and a pale light spread out over the room. Diana was now a prisoner.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 20, 2018 23:47:51 GMT -5
Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. She was dying to speak, to defend herself, to reach out to him, but her voice had been taken from her. She strained with the weight of words left unspoken. But she would not go down without a fight.
She struggled in his arms as he led her to the floo, but stilled when he said the address. She gave him a brief look before they were gone and through the other side. Diana felt queasy, but not as bad as before.
She blinked once. Twice. She was home.
Home looked the same as it had before, and filled her with a deep sense of peace. She wasn't even aware of the turmoil going on around her, it was a nice reprieve. All that mattered was her home, the place she had built so many dreams in. But the reprieve was short and ripped away when Christian led her to the atrium. Once again she was a prisoner. Once again he was a stranger.
Memories threatened to overwhelm her as she remembered first coming into his home and thinking how wonderful it was to have a real home not a hotel. Everything was the same, but it was all new. Regardless she remembered every encounter, pleasant or otherwise. The seven months she had been with this man too much had happened, and suddenly she didn't care. She didn't care that he was punishing her, she had punished him. They were bad for each other clearly, and yet she had tried to stay away from him only to hurt them both even more. It was time for something different. She needed to break the spell of betrayal and anger.
She turned to him and threw her arms around his neck. She didn't have the words anyway, but she had the passion, she had love.
Don't leave me.
She begged him silently, holding on with everything she had.
Don't abandon me.
She needed him now more than ever to just believe in her. Later it would kill her to realize he had asked the same thing before she took his memory. She was sorry for it, so very sorry.
Please Christian. Please.
She pulled back with fresh tears in her eyes. I need you.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 21, 2018 0:31:54 GMT -5
For a moment as Diana wrapped herself around him, Christian closed his eyes, allowing the sense of warmth she brought to him to wash over him but he shook himself from her spell quickly enough. Some time apart would cure these residual feelings of a sort of magical Stockholm Syndrome. There may have once been something like love from him to her, but he knew that in the opposite direction it was only obsession and cunning lies. Their relationship was neither real nor honest. It was manufactured.
He pulled her off of him and chided her. “Your act isn’t working anymore, Diana. Give it up.” The look in her eye was one of pleading and Christian forced himself to turn away. “You’ll stay until the baby is born.” He took a few steps toward the stairs where the threshold of her captivity ended, then turned back to look at her. With purpose and direct eye contact he spoke. He wouldn’t leave her silent in her current state. There was too much to risk. “Should you have a need to, speak and someone will hear you.” Not Christian though. He would return to Kaden’s house to carry out the next part of his plan, although a brief pause for a stiff drink may be in order after the emotional game of tug o’ war that was currently being played inside his chest.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 21, 2018 0:56:34 GMT -5
She had to be pried from him and didn't give up easily, but when they reached her barrier she couldn't hold him any longer and the absence left her cold and desperate.
She couldn't speak but there were tears a plenty and the sounds of muffled pain as she tried to keep quiet to obey his command.
Suddenly she could feel her vocal chords loosening the thickness in her throat gone. She had a need to speak, she had a need to scream.
"Christian!" his name wrung from her straining and clawing its way from her heart to her mouth. Her voice sounded strangled and panicked.
"Don't! Please let me explain! It's not what you think. For God's sake Christian I love you! Please, please don't leave me! I love you."
He had to know that. He had to hear it. She was so careful not to say it in the past, not wanting to lose ground or be hurt, but he had to know. If he was going to walk away from her he had to know that she loved him. She had been in all states of undress in front of him, but now she was truly naked.
Her eyes were soft, desperate, hopeful? She strained to go near him but was unable to move past the barrier.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 25, 2018 23:15:15 GMT -5
“Never say that to me again!” he commanded her, without even thinking about it. Those words from her mouth were like daggers in his ears. “I’m done with your lies, Diana. I’m done with you. Once that baby is born, there’s a foolproof way to end this f*cking lifebond and I fully intend to take advantage of it!” It was true that Christian had decided to kill Diana once Liam was born, but in his disgust of those three little words she had uttered, he failed to relay his whole plot to her. He hadn’t actually intended to convey any of it. There was no reason in having her know that Christian had spend the night plotting her death and in his rage he found no reason to explain that he planned to bring her back after the bond was broken. His plans were his own, and after Diana had kept him in the dark and lied to him for so many months, he saw this as fair turnabout.
Before giving her any more opportunity to speak, Christian turned and continued down the stairs, leaving Diana locked on the first floor as he spoke to one of his men on the ground floor. There was always to be one man stationed in the home, and whenever their shifts changed, they relieved guard would report back to Christian so he could monitor the situation without having to actually be around Diana. There were too many confusing emotions around her, as if the potions she’d drugged him with so many months ago had somehow lingered in his system. He knew the best way to clear his mind of her lies was to remove himself from her presence. He would be more than happy to have some quiet time to himself and Kingston’s house was still available as a designated safe house, so there was time for a bit of freedom more before Christian inevitably ended up living in his own home once more. He just needed a break. And a stiff drink.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 26, 2018 14:49:15 GMT -5
Diana was fighting Christian’s compulsion out of desperation, causing pain to ripple throughout her body. But she was no stranger to pain, physical or otherwise, and kept pushing. She seemed to hit a wall at the top of the stairs her feet unable to move forward. Were she not pregnant she might have tried to throw herself toward her husband in the hopes that he would catch her. As it was, she didn’t dare risk her son’s safety on Christian’s sudden anger.
She didn’t understand what had happened, or where his accusations had come from. What had she done? Why did he think these horrible things? She’d ask herself that and a million other questions later, but for now she just needed the man that was walking away from her.
“Christian I- “
She didn’t know why she tried to tell him once more that she loved him. As if the words she kept hidden inside of her now released could undo his coldness. But that was gone too now. He had ordered her to keep her feelings to herself and she choked on it in an ugly harsh sob.
She was still trying to convince him to stay with her, to let her explain, repeating a soft mantra of “please” repeatedly. But it wasn’t good enough, the mighty had fallen too low as she begged on her knees for him to listen to her.
She was a trembling mess of despair. Her pride was gone, the situation seemed too dire for the usual self-confident banter, and at the end of the day Diana was still a broken woman glued together at the seams.
Then he revealed his plans for her and her pleading stopped.
He was going to kill her.
Only weeks ago, they had been in her subconscious as Christian promised to be with her. He’d seen the worst of her and promised to stay. She had the strength to live, to fight the demons that were in her mind and in her heart, but in one cruel morning by the harsh light of dawn, that flame of hope was sufficiently snuffed out by the one man who meant everything to her.
In that singular moment her world stopped, the edges turned black and she watched him leave as something beautiful died inside of her.
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