Chapter 33

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"You foolish girl!"

Erik yelled as he ran towards the window and lunged forward to grab Christine. He barely caught her by her ankles, the weight of her upper body and Erik's death grip on her ankles. Erik winced at the sound of her head and upper body coming into contact with the brick exterior wall but he had no choice. It was either grabbing her from her ankles or allowing her to fall to her death. The latter would never happen, as he would cease to exist as well.

He quickly pulled her in to assess the damage done to her. He winced again when he noticed the large bump forming on her forehead right before his eyes, and a nasty gash with blood beginning to ooze out. He shook his head in disbelief of what she just tried to do and quickly laid her down on the bed and yelled for the medical team. Within seconds, two of his staff rushed in with two medical carts and Erik put on his gloves. He took care of the bump and addressed the gash but he wanted to make sure everything was okay internally.

"Prepare the helicopter, we leave in 10 minutes."

He barked more orders for his staff to prepare her for travel to his hospital. They all scurried about, one collecting clothing and toiletries, another calling the hospital to alert them of the important patient coming in and what was needed ASAP, and another grabbed an outfit to change Christine into but was blocked from completing his task the second he reached Christine. The poor boy was just going to put the clothes over whatever she was wearing so she would not get cold, but instead he felt the blood rush out of him as Erik, his new boss looked at him with inhuman fiery red eyes.

"What on earth, do you think you are doing boy!"

"I..I..was just going to.."

Erik interrupted, "Going to what!" Undress her in front of everyone!' he barked at the boy so loudly that everyone in room froze for a moment.

"No ..no sir, I …" he felt like his soul was trying to escape his body in fear and all he could do was stand there like an idiot.

Erik replied in a most dangerous calm tone, "Get out of this room, and out of this house. If I see you again, you won't live to see manhood."

The poor boy dropped the clothes he had gathered and walked out as fast as he could. He did not even bother to tell him the truth of the matter. Those eyes, those red burning eyes were otherworldly, and he did not ever want to encounter them again. So, he left without a second thought.

Erik was furious! Furious at Christine for being so foolish and furious that his employee had the gull to even think he could touch his Christine, let alone undress her! He was fuming and would have ended that boy's life had he not been in a rush to get her to the hospital. He wasn't taking any chances with her health, so a MRI was needed to validate that all was well minus a few bumps and bruises. He would take care of the boy later, along with some other business, like making sure all windows in the house had bars on the outside so this type of situation would never happen! If she wants to be my little songbird in a cage, than he would make her one!

Red, hot rage began to fill his mind at the thought of Christine wanting to end her life! Silly girl! Just when he had secured her parents and brother back from one of the most difficult rescue missions he had ever ordered. She was about to have it all and be absent for the grand finale! Oh, how he wanted to punish her! How he wanted to make her realize what a fool she was in thinking that he would not secure her happiness! How she doubted him and thought of only herself.

Then it hit him, the obvious thought. The thought that in his rage and worry about her wellbeing had not registered yet. He now stood frozen standing above her as his men were running around trying to obey his orders. Erik's heart for the first time, in a long time, felt shattered. He understood now how she cared nothing for him and how miserable he would have been, had she been successful in her quest of seeking dark solace. In her death, he would have suffered and made the whole world suffer, and yet she did not care. Selfishly, she wanted to leave him without a single word or explanation.

The depth of hurt was new to him, and he had no solution now to stop the feeling. All he could feel was deflation. All he could see was her selfish motive and unnecessary pain she was to cause not only him, but the people who she said she loved. Whether they be alive or dead, she would betray her own convictions, to cause him harm and hurt.

But then at that last thought, a slight smirk appeared on his half-chiseled face. He felt like a fool once again at her hands and this time it was amusing. In his rage, and shock he allowed his emotions to get the best of him without understanding what Christine was doing.

She was fighting back with what little ammunition she had. What a smart little minx he thought. The only issue he had with her fighting back is that she was stupid enough to use her life as the ammunition! What fool he had been to think he had broken her. His Christine would never be broken, and he should have expected such a move! Again, he felt anger towards himself for ignoring the obvious!

"Sir, chopper is ready to load." One of his men interrupted his thoughts and at this point he was thankful for it. He had stewed in his emotions a minute too long again and it was starting to make him angry!

He nodded towards his men and quickly moved Christine from the bed to a stretcher, then carefully escorted her through the house, the elevator and into the chopper. All the while he was watching over her, he began to make note of all the silly distractions he had allowed in his mind that took away his foresight into what his Christine would do next. He stripped away the foolish thought of her breaking and giving into him so easily. She was his biggest challenge, and he ought to treat her as such.

He liked challenges, and he delighted in the thought that his Christine would keep him on his toes in trying to figure her next move. A devilish grin crossed his face at the thought of how fun she would be once they were truly man and wife. She would be ferocious and fierce in the bedroom, a red flame to match his hungry and thirst for her. There was no escaping him and she would soon feel the overwhelming lust and love he had for her. No more waiting patiently, no more allowing these silly games to go on. The story has been written and will be played out without intermission.