The water from the showerhead drenched Elizabeth Bennets clothes, clinging to her body and revealing her curves. Darcys gaze swept over her, his expression a mix of anger and disgust. He accused her of always trying to seduce him, but Elizabeth knew the truth. She was a prisoner in her own home, a pawn in Darcys twisted game of control.
"Look at yourself!" Darcy demanded, his voice echoing off the bathroom tiles. "Is this how you want to be seen?"
Elizabeth turned away, gripping the edge of the sink tightly. She remembered a time when she had been innocent and carefree, before her life had been torn apart by tragedy and Darcys relentless pursuit of revenge.
"Answer me!" Darcy shouted, his patience wearing thin.
Through her tears, Elizabeth found the courage to defy him. "What do you want me to say?" she cried out, her voice shaking with emotion. "That I deserve this? That I should just end my own life?"
Darcys response was cold and heartless. "Death would be too easy for you, Elizabeth," he sneered. "You will suffer for as long as I draw breath."
He ordered her to leave and get him a change of clothes. With a sense of numbness, Elizabeth complied, wrapping a towel around herself and moving like a ghost through the house. She had been reduced to a shell of her former self, her spirit crushed by Darcys unrelenting cruelty.
As Darcy prepared to leave, he warned her again about the consequences of crossing him. "I will not tolerate any further disobedience," he said, his voice like ice. "You are mine to command, and you will remember your place."
Elizabeth said nothing, her eyes downcast. She had learned long ago that resistance only made things worse. As Darcy left the room, she was left alone with her thoughts, the echo of his words ringing in her ears.
She knew that her life was a series of endurance tests, each day a new challenge to survive under Darcys oppressive rule. And as she stood there, the water still dripping from her clothes, she couldnt help but wonder if there would ever be a way out of this nightmare.
But for now, all she could do was wait for the next trial, steeling herself for whatever Darcy had in store for her. She had become a master at hiding her true feelings, a skill honed by years of practice under Darcys watchful eye.
And so, she dried herself off, put on a fresh set of clothes, and prepared to face whatever the day would bring. She was Elizabeth Bennet, and she would not let Darcy break her, no matter how hard he tried.