The Tripartite Mate Bond Chapter 24: CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“AURORA’S POV”

I looked at myself in the floor length mirror of the room Bez had provided for me. His guards were right in front of the door and I was under strict instructions to come out as soon as possible but I wasn't ready yet. My emotions were all over the place.

I stared at my face, it was me but it wasn't, not really. My hair was a shiny blonde color instead of the beautiful auburn one and I had full makeup on, done by two bubbly twin girls who were in love with each other. Well, if that's what you'll call love anyway.

When they were done preparing me for their master, I felt miserable. I looked beautiful quite alright but I looked like I was trying too hard to be someone else. I've never been one to admire my looks or even make much of an effort about it but these few days, I had fallen in love with the past me because they kept trying to erase it and I kept trying to remember it

The mind worked differently here. You worked twice as hard to remember things. They said five days here was one day on earth as Bez needed enough time to deal with all the souls going into coma on earth and he also needed time for himself.

I hated how little of an option I had. Well, there were only two. Go to hell or be with him; except my mates rescued me, I didn't have any chance of moving into the abode of the goddess or going back to earth.

So I was stuck here, playing pretend for a bored god.

Today was the last day for them to get me back and if they didn't, I was going to be Bez’s bride in the morning.

Right now, he was taking me to visit his parents and they were going to help him make me love him. According to him, he was sure my mates would never be able to agree on doing something about me.

Me staying in a coma was the best option for them all so why would they bother? He tried so hard to make me believe he was the best option for me but I didn't see much of a difference between him and Father.

When they didn't get what they wanted, they threw tantrums but instead of stomping their feet on the ground, they stomped it on me.

I didn't care about the consequences as I stood in front of that mirror, wasting his precious time. He was obsessed with his time, always counting the importance of each second. Each hour of his day is dedicated to something and if it wasn't done in that hour, well, I can't have scars, I would have had a painted canvas of pain on my back.

But I didn't mind another beating or talking down. I just wanted a moment to myself.

I removed the pins that held the ridiculously decorative hairdo the twins did on my hair. My hair fell down my shoulders the way I always liked it and I nodded. Even if that was the only thing I could control, I'll hold onto it. As I gave myself a once over, looking for what else to change that wouldn't drive him nuts, the door burst open.

“I told you to get ready in thirty minutes. The makeup unit was done with you over ten minutes ago, why are you still in here? You are trying to buy time for your mates, huh?” He asked in that tone that I knew meant trouble.

I shook my head.

“I don't know why you keep making me do this to you. All I want is for you to love me, am I so unlovable? Why can't you just be a perfect little doll?” He said, grabbing my hair and hitting my head repeatedly on the dressing table.

I was screaming and tears were running down my face, ruining my makeup.

“I'm sorry Master. Please pardon me” I begged

“I have told you never to call me Master! I am Bez!” He roared, slapping me hard on the face.

I couldn't stop myself from falling down, blood dripping on the pink ball gown they gave me to wear. I couldn't stop sobbing and I was in so much pain. He was such a monster and yet he wanted me to give in to the idea of living with him till eternity. I was carefully waiting for the deciding moment. If my mates couldn't come together to save me, I'll just go to hell. Anything was better than this mad god.

I felt him stare at me like I was disgusting to him. I wonder why he was insistent on having me if he hated me so much.

I tried standing up, knowing that once the clock hit the next hour, he would descend on me again but it was like I had sprained my ankle. I fell again, a scream escaping my lungs.

I felt him come closer to where I was on the ground and he bent down to my level. He grabbed my face and made me look at him

“Why do you keep hurting me? You are the cause of all of these and I don't like it. I've been begging you for so long to act right. We could be so happy together, my love. You and I are destined for each other” he said in a soothing voice but I knew not to fall for it. I guess he had broken so many girls before me because he was such a professional at it

But I survived Father, I was different, I was stronger. I had a fire inside me that always healed me after everything and the more I stayed here, the more a presence awoke within me. It was one of the reasons I pleaded with him to let me go. I was curious about who might love me so much. I've never been loved by anyone before but this entity keeps healing me.

You would expect that this realm would mean not feeling any pain but it's like I'm fully here in my real body. I bleed, I cry and I feel all the emotions he inflicts on me through his wickedness.

But I know I have to pretend to obey and accept his words, or else, we'll go over the same scene over and over again.

“I'm sorry Bez, I'll never disobey you again” I tell him and he sighs.

“That's what you always say. I'm getting tired. Maybe I should just send you to hell” he said, his face contorted in irritation.