~ [Music Recommendation: "Hate" by Lucas King (Instrumental only) - available in Youtube] ~ Please listen to it in a loop while you read this part to experience the utmost beauty of this scene ~
"You're mine," King Calum whispered in an angry tone. "All mine!"
"Ahh!... ahh… Calum, please… ahh… don't be… ahh… too rough," Azalea pleaded as her hands clasped on the bed sheets.
King Calum continued to use Azalea's body as he pleased. Azalea begged him to stop but he wouldn't. He only stopped after doing her for hours, until the sun's rays could be seen rising from the windows. Jealousy indeed, could cloud the mind of even the greatest rulers. And after jealousy would be insecurity, doubt, anger, bitterness, anxiety… until what once was the feeling of love… becomes hatred.
Though Azalea cried, and her tears wet the pillow where she laid, King Calum's gentleness and sweetness were nowhere to be found. Deafening silence filled their room.
