Bade must have liked this aspect of her too, because she studied psychology and is now one of the most loved psychologists around here. I'm so glad I have a psychologist friend; otherwise, I would have given all my fortune to a clinic because of these problems.
"I don't know, Bade, I hate Aslan; he's a very bad person. He's done bad things to a lot of people; he's a killer mafia member. But I really like his attention towards me, his trembling and all that, but I don't love him; I want to run away from him," I confessed with distress.
"That's perfectly normal, Ahsen. Human nature dictates that people enjoy receiving attention and being loved. It's in our instincts. In psychology, we call it histrionic. Like any illness, it has different degrees, and I think you have very little of it," Bade explained with a knowing tone.
"Oh, I'll be worried about you, but what if this man does something to you? Let's escape; we'll go abroad, and he won't be able to find us," she urged.
"No, it won't work; Bade will find me. I understood from the phone calls and the men's conversations that Aslan is a very powerful mafia boss, even a bodyguard. They were talking about how he's the most powerful mafia boss here and how the others accept him as their leader. He has a strong hand, you see. I can't escape, so I need to be a little more logical."
"Okay, if you say so, you know better than me; you're the one involved in the situation after all," she conceded, her face showing worry. I could see her concern.
We sat in the garden for a few more hours and talked; it felt really good talking to Bade.
When we went inside, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I offered and went to the door. When I opened the door, Aslan was standing in front of me.
"Welcome, Aslan," I greeted him with a smile.
"Thank you, my beautiful; what a lovely welcome this was."
"Really? Okay, let's not stand at the door any longer; let's go inside—" I started, but my sentence was cut short as he pinned me against the wall next to the door. I didn't even understand what was happening, but he wasted no time and came towards me, trapping me between himself and the wall. He took my hands in his large hands and pressed our hands against the wall, then immediately buried his head in my neck. This man had a particular fondness for my neck; I didn't understand it at all. Besides, what was all this fuss as soon as he arrived?
"Aslan, what are you doing? Someone will see," I warned, but I didn't even hear my own voice. His movements were strangely preventing me from speaking.
"I missed you so much," he muttered in a muffled voice filled with lust and began kissing my neck with wet kisses. He pulled at my skin with his lips and licked the skin between his lips with his tongue. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but I couldn't move him even an inch.
"A-Aslan, get away," I urged with difficulty, uttering his name like a moan.
Instead of pulling away, he let out a growl from his nose and bit my neck even harder, more furious than what he had done that morning and now with his rough, hasty movements. I was sure my neck was red.
"Ahsen? Who is it?" Bade's voice from inside stopped Aslan.
With a weary sigh, he angrily poked his head out.
"I made a huge mistake letting this girl come to our house! Damn it, she didn't even let us kiss her to our heart's content!" he fumed. I burst into loud laughter, but he was still frowning, his face flushed with anger.
"Did the days fly by, Aslan? Maybe another time. Come on, let's go," I laughed, then grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. He grumbled but thankfully followed me.
We entered the living room and sat side by side on the long sofa opposite Bade. Aslan turned on the television and started watching. He didn't say hello or good morning. Neither of them were on good terms with each other already. Bade looked at us like a mother-in-law. She examined me from head to toe, trying to understand if Aslan had hurt me.
When her eyes reached my face, she asked anxiously at what she saw.
"What's on your neck? Ahsen, did you bump into something just now?" Her surprised tone made me panic.
"No, what happened?" I asked, not understanding what had happened to me. I picked up the mirrored ornament on the coffee table and looked at myself.
Damn it! My neck was completely bruised, with redness and bruises in places. In some places, the blood seemed to have drained away, leaving a white appearance. In short, it was a complete disaster.
When I looked up at Aslan, he had a nasty smile on his face. Damn it, Aslan, I would never let you do that again! It was all because of him that I was humiliated! That bear had literally devoured my skin! What had that bear, who had come down from the mountains, done to my neck?!
"Oh, this? I bumped into it when I opened the door just now," I said in a voice that was barely audible. I was so ashamed I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I had already lied! He had made my best friend lie too! May God punish you, Aslan!
While Aslan was still grinning at me like a Cheshire cat, I was giving him angry, warning glances.
Bade understood what was happening from our stares, but she pretended not to understand, yet she didn't fail to give me a look that said, "I'm going to kill you." She subtly raised her finger and wagged it at me in a warning way.
There was a very strange atmosphere now. Aslan, grinning happily without caring about anything, was giving her warning glances, while I was trying to make Bade feel sorry for me, and on the other hand, Bade, who was about to curse me out, was also there. I don't know what kind of harmony it was, but it was funny and tense.
"Yes, yes, I understand, darling; get well soon," she said, emphasizing the last wish.
Damn it, we were really humiliated, but Aslan didn't even care.
While I looked down in embarrassment, Bade stood up.
"Okay, I'll take my leave, Ahsen; I need to go home."
"Stay for dinner; we could have... eaten," I offered.
"No, my dear, I need to go home. Besides, my brother-in-law isn't very happy about me being here, I guess," she remarked sarcastically. If she hadn't missed something, I would have broken my teeth. She had a really bad grudge against Bade. Bade wasn't much better, but she didn't like him either.
Aslan interjected, "Well, we have our share of things too, brother-in-law. Even if we don't kill anyone, we know how to time things up, in our own way," Bade mocked.
I urgently needed to break the atmosphere because these two grown adults were going to keep insulting each other like elementary school children.
I let out a fake laugh and got up from my seat, grabbing Bade's arm and pulling her. "Okay, let me see you off, darling." Bade followed me.
As we were leaving through the door, she turned and looked at me and suddenly threw herself around my neck and hugged me.
"I'm so scared, Ahsen. What if something happens to you? What if this psychopath does something to you?" She whispered anxiously, putting aside her earlier grumpiness. She was worried.
"Calm down, Bade. Aslan won't do anything to me; don't worry. He hasn't done anything like this before, and he probably won't do it in the future either," I said, trying to reassure her.
"Okay then, I'm going. Let me know."
"I won't," I admitted.
"Why?"
"I don't have a phone, Bade. He broke it the first day I arrived when I was about to call the police. Even if I tell Aslan now, he probably won't let me buy a new one. He thinks I'll run away from him," I explained with great sadness. I was almost in tears. What times I was living in!! Asking permission from someone hurt me so much and wounded my pride, but there was nothing I could do. If I constantly caused problems and fought, both I and my plan would be harmed. The best thing was to appear as if I were adapting.
"I understand, my dear, but you should still call me often. I'll drop everything and come, you know," she said affectionately.
After seeing Bade off, I entered this hell again and went to play with my devil.