Chapter 7 Descent of the Archangel
Isabelle paced the room frantically. She wanted to leave and go back to Erik. She missed him, but she knew perfectly that if she wanted some freedom that it was going to be hard to get it. Stephan was the type of man who liked having control and he didn't care how he would get his power or control. He controlled Isabelle far too well. He used her fear of him to make him feel as if he was the strongest man alive.
Isabelle sat on the bed with tears rolling down her face, she was afraid. All she wanted was to leave and go back to Erik. She knew if she wanted to get away from Stephan and his abuse, she was going to have to escape.
It had been over two weeks since he held her captive. She would fake being happy in his presence.
She waited in her room, when it was midnight, she silently got out of the room. She knew what she was doing was extremely dangerous, but to be safe she had a letter opener clutched in her hand to use if the occasion called for it.
She walked through the halls still holding that letter opener, she knew that most likely she was going to have to use it. Then she heard a noise, she stopped in her tracks, fear consumed her. There he was Stephan, he did not look very happy.
"What are you doing?" he asked with an angry tone in his voice.
She couldn't speak, she was scared.
"I said, what are you fucking doing?" he asked again
"I'm leaving." She replied.
He approached her.
"The hell you are, so you can go back to your pathetic man." he said in a snarky tone
Something snapped inside of her.
"He's more of a man than you will ever be. You worthless son of a bitch..." she snapped.
He started coming closer at her. She held up the letter opener in her hand so he could see it.
He stopped in his tracks and had a sly grin on his face.
"You won't use it on me." he said
"Don't tempt me." She said.
"I know you Isabelle de Merci, I know that you will not use it." He said mockingly.
"Than you don't know very do you." She said back
He was right on one thing, she wasn't going to stab him but she knew what she was doing. He started to get very annoyed with her, so he had enough he lounge at her and she took the opener and slashed his arms with it. He looked at the trail of blood on his white blouse, now he was really angry.
She was scared now, she tried to run away from him and now he was extremely pissed off. He grabbed her arm tightly and began to drag her, she tried to get out of his grip but he was strong.
"Now you want to try that again." He said
She spat in his face, and slapped his hard with the strength she could summon. That seemed to piss him off even more. He slapped her face so hard she had a bright red mark on her face, she was afraid but she tried to fight him off but he was strong.
He brought her outside, his perfect place to beat her.
"Somebody please help me." She softly whispered