Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace



"Sophia..." Dexter was shaken by my self-harm, understanding it as a form of protest against those lurking in the shadows. Yet, he couldn’t bear to see me hurt.

He would rather I remain in amnesia than face the unbearable truth. At least I could have lived a carefree life then.

For all the years I had been without memory, Dexter had chosen to watch over me from a distance, enduring his own suffering to ensure I remained safe.

He kept himself hidden from me, dreading the idea of triggering memories that would plunge me back into a world of torment. His sole desire had been to protect me. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Even as I had found love elsewhere, he had kept his distance, silently bearing the heartache.

I could only imagine the anguish he felt as he witnessed the woman he loved forget him entirely and fall for another.

"Sophia... will you please look at me? I beg of you, please look at me," Dexter’s voice sounded distant as he pleaded for my attention, his tone trembling.

Looking into his eyes which were as deep and blue as the sea, I once wished to drown in them. For me, death wasn’t punishment but rather a release.

Unfortunately, it seemed I was cursed to be reborn after every death.

"Sophia." Dexter led me to the basement as soon as we arrived home.

Holding me in his arms, he whispered, "Sophia, we’ll win, no matter what."

"Will we be able to escape from them?" I asked Dexter, echoing the same question I had posed when I pleaded for our escape at 18.

"No more running away..." Dexter’s reply held a sense of finality.

Back then, Dexter assured me that we could certainly flee, but our youth and lack of resources led to failure against the rich and powerful.

However, this time, Dexter decided against running, and I concurred.

If they were our nightmare, then it was only fitting that we became theirs as well.

"No more running... "I cradled Dexter’s face and planted a kiss on his lips.

Dexter pulled me closer, intensifying the kiss...

It seemed I wasn’t very good at kissing. I struggled to find the right moments to breathe and almost suffocated myself.

Dexter tenderly kissed the corner of my eye, wiping away the tears on my face. His breath was scorching. "Sophia... I need you." He sought my consent, making it clear he wouldn’t take his next step without it. Now I remembered... When we were young and driven by hormones, we would indulge in kisses like this, our bodies consumed by desire.

"Mutual consent is crucial in lovemaking. Without it, it would turn into rape," I recalled telling Dexter.

Back then, despite being easily swayed by desire, Dexter always restrained his urges and primitive instincts for Sophia’s sake.

Even though Dexter had been like a caged beast, Sophia had always served as his sole motivation to overcome his violent instincts. It was a testament to his love for her.

"Sophia, we’re legally married," Dexter reminded me, his gaze intense as if he was proudly declaring his status as my husband.

Sophia and Dexter were no longer the young couple forced to suppress their desires due to their inability to take responsibility for their actions. Now, we were a married couple with the legal freedom to express our love physically.

I paused for a moment, locking my eyes with Dexter’s innocent yet eager gaze. I felt as though his eyes could alleviate all my worries.

An inner voice urged me to hold him tightly, to trust him completely, and to fulfill all his needs.

A blush crept onto my cheeks. I suddenly realized I had been sitting on his lap since my earlier episode. With his arms encircling my waist, our posture exuded a suggestive intimacy.

Feeling the chilliness on my fingertips as I touched Dexter’s cheeks, I gently planted another kiss on his lips.

I wanted to forget everything... to leave it all behind. I wanted to lose myself once more.

"Dexter... "Unbuttoning my blouse, I slipped it off and unhooked my bra from behind.

Taken aback by my boldness, Dexter’s face flushed instantly as he averted his gaze in embarrassment.

"Look at me..." I pressed my forehead against his, picking up where we had left off.

Sensing Dexter’s attempt to regain control, I used my blouse to tie his hands behind his back.

"Where... did you learn this?" Dexter asked, stuttering. His tone was tinged with intimidation despite his flushed cheeks.

"Online," I responded truthfully.

"Don’t delve too deeply into that.... frivolous stuff." Dexter cleared his throat uneasily, seemingly taken aback by my swift learning.

"Hold on..." As my fingers brushed his waist, Dexter halted me. His voice was hoarse from suppressing his desire. "In the left drawer... Condoms."

I narrowed my eyes, grasping his throat as I questioned him, "Why are there condoms here in your secret hideout?"

He’d better give me a good explanation.

Dexter averted his gaze, answering honestly, "I... I wanted to hide you here."

I knew he had hidden intentions all along. He’d been plotting to confine me in this basement and fulfill his fantasies with me, hence the condoms!

"I-It’s legally allowed... "Dexter muttered softly.

"Without my consent, you have no right to imprison me, even if you are my legal husband... " I chuckled, deliberately pressing against him on his lap.

As Dexter’s breath grew heated, he argued while suppressing his desire, "You begged me to..."

He was referring to the time when I pleaded with him to hide me away from those people.

Perhaps that was the reason he insisted on marrying me, to legitimize his imprisonment of me and to indulge in our intimacy.

I lowered my head, pecking his lips as I said, "Dexter Black... help me to forget, even if only for a moment."

"Okay..."

I wasn’t sure when he had freed his hands from my blouse. But before I knew it, he had pinned me beneath him and was kissing me with both intensity and tenderness.

"Dexter... " I called his name, as if it could momentarily whisk away all my worries.

Indulging in desire was the only time I could escape from all my concerns. I didn’t have to think or suspect anyone.

When Dexter finally released me, it was already two in the morning.

"Untie me..." My voice was hoarse as I pulled at my wrists, my eyes reddened from exhaustion.

Clearly, Dexter had caught on to the trick I used on him earlier. He ended up tying my hands with rope.

"No." Dexter grunted, pulling me into his arms. "You’ll run away if I untie you..."

"Dexter Black..." I called his name through gritted teeth.

He remained still, his hands exploring my body.

"Sophia... I want more..."

"Don’t even think about it!" I declined immediately, completely drained after our earlier escapades.

Dexter let out a displeased grunt, holding me tightly in his arms.

"Dexter Black, I’m warning you... Hurry up and untie me now..."

Seeing that he was ignoring me completely and I was too tired to protest further, I decided to give in. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up in his arms after a sound and secure sleep, my hands had been untied.

I had to admit... Dexter was like my antidote. Despite spending the night in his windowless basement with only a ventilation system, I found a sense of security I had never experienced before when I was with him.

"Sir, there’s a woman at the door claiming to be Peter Jones’ daughter." Ewan’s voice echoed through the door as he knocked.

Narrowing my eyes, I shot a glance at Dexter, who was still feigning sleep. I tugged on his ear. "Stop pretending,"

Dexter reluctantly peeled open his eyes, his voice tinged with a pitiful tone, "Sorry, honey..."

"Peter’s daughter?"

I recollected that Peter’s eldest daughter, afflicted with congenital cerebral palsy, had passed away. Our guest had to be his younger daughter, born to his current wife. She was also the granddaughter of the director of the asylum.

"Damien is accompanying her," Ewan added.

Furrowing my brows, I pondered the unusual pairing.

"Oh, and Juliet too," Ewan added swiftly.

Dexter sat up begrudgingly. "Next time, summarize it in one breath. And tell Damien and Juliet to leave as far away as they can."