Trapped In Contract Marriage

Chapter 8

George POV

The water was painfully frigid, and she immersed herself in its icy embrace. Her once-rosy complexion turned a ghostly pallor. She was shaking herself like any fish that was taken out of the water. Annoyed by her ear-piercing screams, I began heading back, jamming my fingers in my ears. The scene before me was amusing. I would have entertainment free of cost but her screaming was pissing me off.

Apparently, I started heading back to the room when suddenly her cries sliced through the air with heightened intensity. Her hands were failing and feet creating a cacophony of splashes.

"Help... Help..." She started calling for help. She was drowning, but after a short while, her struggling in the water ceased. My gaze dropped. I hadn't intended for this to happen. I didn't mean to kill her. I thought she must know how to swim as she was a pilot and they had an emergency landing in the water. I guessed she must be pranking me, but she disappeared from the surface and my world jolted to a standstill.

"Crystal..." I dived into the sea, underwater, in search of her. The water hadn't swallowed her too deeply; fortune was on my side. I grabbed her hand and I pulled her fragile body into my embrace. She had lost consciousness; maybe water had entered her nose and mouth.

I carried her out and laid her body on the sand. She was still unconscious. I placed my finger under her nose. She had lost her breath.

Apart from pressing on her chest, I had no other alternative.

I will never touch your filthy body with my hands. This wedding is just a contract.

I remembered my words and gazed at her body, her white gown had become entirely see-through from being soaked. It stuck to her curves, her fair skin shone like a moon and the water droplets on her face resembled pearls.

I swallowed in my throat, perhaps this was the first time I hesitated to touch any girl. I convinced myself that she drowned because of me. This was just reaching out to get the water out of her body. But her gown was so soaked that the curves of her breasts were f*****g visible, and even her pinkish damn n*****s were poking through. A knot formed in my chest. She was lying there like a mermaid. Her face had gone paler.

Even if I touch her a little bit, it will feel as if I am grabbing her boobs.

"George, do it! She will die!" I muttered to myself. I pressed on her breasts and a current ran through my body. She was as soft as butter.

I pressed her chest one more time. Water started coming out of her mouth. She needed CPR, but she was still breathless. We were both alone on the shore, her pale, fragile lips which I had just refused to kiss in the morning. I held them with my fingers and opened them.

Sitting beside her, I took my mouth close to hers. But as soon as I got close, she woke the hell up and pushed me away with all her f*****g might. I nearly fell back.

"What the hell are you doing?" Colour started creeping back into her face. She looked at herself and covered her breast with her hands.

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Crystal POV

I woke up with a jolt only to find his gaping mouth so close to me as if he was gearing up to devour me. He was just a few centimetres away. I forcefully pushed him back with a shove. I held my heart, it was pounding as if it would break my ribcage and jumped out of it.

"How can you touch me without my permission? Who do you think you are?" I was annoyed, I knew he was going f**k me when I was unconscious.

“Perhaps you're right! I should have let you drown so the sharks in the ocean would taste something new tomorrow." He responded with a bitter edge to his voice, folded his hands and had cold dark eyes towards me. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants, the same outfit he had worn during the wedding.

“Yeah! It’s better to be the lunch of those sharks rather than marrying a maniac like you.” I replied, my voice filled with anger and frustration. What the f**k was he saying about saving me? He was the one who threw me in the water. Taking fish out of the water and then asking her to bless you after throwing her away again. Because you owe her a life. I am not that fool.

"Will you keep watching me or help me to get up? This happened because of you." I asked him. He reached out to hold my hand, but just as I was about to hold his hand, he pulled it back again.

"Don't act like you are dying. You are not dead yet." He joked, my fingers clenched into fist. If I drowned, I would have lost or floated away. I struggled and stood up, cleaning the mud that stuck to my hands.

“I doubt you are really a pilot. I mean you don’t even know how to swim. How much did you give for a fake licence?” He tapered his eyes, asked me sarcastically. “Oh! That’s why you crashed that plane. I see...” His words made me even more frustrated. Only I knew how I worked hard to become one.

The wind was blowing fiercely, and I was shivering intensely. My body turned icy cold. George might have noticed my trembling; he looked around. His friends were roaming nearby, and my clothes were revealing my entire body. I noticed they just stood there for a while and watched both of us.

George took off his coat and put it on me. My eyes, now smaller, stared at him. I would never expect any good of him.

He grabbed my chin and spoke firmly, grinding his teeth. "Don't think I'm being kind to you. It's only because I don't want you to die so quickly." With each word, his grip on my face tightened. My jaws were in considerable pain. "Your suffering has just begun. Now you're about to witness hell." He pushed me and walked away.

“You f*****g crazy man! Who gives you the right to play with my life?” I threw sand on him, I crushed my teeth and jerked my legs in the sand, but I must have witnessed the worst day of my life as my marriage.

“Ahhh…” I was really crazy about spraining my legs. Slowly I went back to the room. It may be the safest place for me. I went inside the bathroom and took a warm bath. As my body turned freezing cold and almost tasted like salt. The sand particles hugged my body like a forever buddy. I needed to clean up myself to get rid of it.

After scrubbing my legs with a pumice stone, a sense of relief washed over me as I stepped out of the bathroom wrapping a towel around my body. The cool air against my skin felt refreshing, calming my frayed nerves.

Rummaging through the wardrobe, I started pulling out various pieces of clothing. The majority of the outfits seemed tailored for a different body type – much curvier than my own. It was as if they were designed for those 38-26-38 proportions, which definitely wasn't me. My eyes fell upon a delicate white chiffon shirt. I plucked it from the hanger and held it against myself. I paired it with denim shorts, it was comfortable to feel like home.

I slipped into those clothes, buttoning up the shirt as I did so. But then an odd sensation began to creep over my skin. Not only my skin but even in my shorts. I tried to adjust my shirt, thinking maybe it was rubbing against my skin strangely. Instead of easing, the tingling sensation slowly turned into discomfort.

“No….Hell no…” I screamed when I found three f*****g cockroaches running on my hands and literally passed through my nose. My screams became heavier, so much that the entire guest staying in another room arrived in my room.

I used to be allergic to cockroaches, and I can confidently say that I had a full-blown phobia of them. Just the thought of those creepy crawlies sent shivers down my spine. I didn't even want to encounter them in my dreams. Remembering the times when I cheered for Oggy in "Oggy and the Cockroaches" as he tried to shoo them away. And now, feeling cockroaches in my body, even in my pants, I felt one of them was still inside. The mere thought sent me into a frenzy, my legs jerking uncontrollably and my screams echoing through the room.

George walked in from another room, smirking and watching me getting crazy.

“You did it right?” I asked him angrily. I was pretty sure he was behind this ordeal. After all, why else would a luxurious apartment like ours lack proper pest control?

“Why are you asking me when you know it?” Picking up a cockroach by its antenna, he dangled it in front of me as if it was some sort of a trophy. Seeing his love for cockroaches, I realised he had the same behaviour as them, creepy. “Let them kiss your body darling wife.” Saying this, he threw the cockroach at me again. I screamed like never before.

“What happened? Are you okay?” The guest appeared at my door and knocked on it , making me even more irritated.