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Disconsolateness. Despondency. It all meant one word that held an infinite amount of emotions - desperation.

The sound of joyful music nearby resonated stridently, yet he was deaf to it all. The roaring sound of silence blasted his ears - ears that would not listen to a pleading voice, or to a miserable cry. To many, he was a monster, a heathen or perhaps, a sadistic misogynist. But to himself, he was a warrior in battle, every single day.

"I was looking for you. What are you doing here?" A soft voice whispered behind him. An evil smirk found its way on his straight face. Somewhere deep down, his conscious stirred; it attempted to reach out to him but the pleads once again, went to the same deaf ears.

"No matter how many times I tell you, you never learn do you?" He sneered, turning to face the frail figure shivering with unconcealed fear. He stalked towards her, his every step measured. He took great pleasure in the manner she cowered in with his every step. Her fist clenching the shimmery outfit spoke volumes to him.

"I'm - I'm sorry." She said with trembling lips. But in his mind, all he heard was "Good job. Keep it up". He trailed a finger down her cheek and felt a lone tear slip down.

"Unless you're called for, you stay the hell away from me. What do I need to do for you to understand this?" He spat out clutching her face tightly in his cold, rough hands. A whimper of pain slipped from the pink lips. He risked a glance into her tearful brown eyes - a lifetime's worth of agony evident, ripping into a heart he refused to acknowledge.

"People were asking where you were.." She cried. The laugh that managed to make his way up his throat was completely involuntary but the cruel mind of his enjoyed it. Her eyes snapped up to meet his once again at the sound. Suddenly, he found himself pushing her against the nearest wall, grasping her throat tight enough to cause discomfort but not pain.

"And that is when you make up an excuse for your beloved husband. I'm telling you for the last time, get it right or the consequences will be dire." He threatened, pushing his face forward until they were nose to nose. She closed her eyes to avoid his hateful gaze and his merciless dark eyes.

A part deep down within him wailed in distress at her sorrow but it wasn't long before his mind was shutting it out again. His thumb pressed down on the side of her throat in response to the conflicting emotions fighting themselves. He felt her hand grab onto his, attempting to pry it off as cries of terror and anguish sounded. Whether they were hers, or his, he could not discern at that moment.

Once he was satisfied, he let go of her, and admired the red welts left on her slender throat. What his cold heart felt, and what his mind ordered were miles apart. While his cold heart told him to step back and walk away forever, his mind told him that if he were to do that, he'd be left with nothing. The pain he inflicted on her was what gave him relief. Relief from what, he was yet to discover.

He chuckled under his breath. "And tonight, the heart will remain cold and quiet as always." With that, he turned his back on the crying figure behind him and walked away. Without turning back, he knew she was following him. As always. And forever. He'd make sure of that.

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