prinxiety one shots

I have no control

He thrusted me into the wall, denying me of any movements. I had no control in what I did. He had control of me. I could no longer control myself. It was up to him what I did, he controlled me. He lifted my chin as the tears flooded down my cheeks. "Now isn't that better, darling?" He whispered directly into my ear. "Being mine, under my control, my little princess-"
"I will never belong to you, Roman."
"Don't kid yourself, you always have," He smiled. But not a nice smile, more like a psychotic grin, one of an insane, physco vampire king, such as himself. "Submit to me, Virgil, or I will have to strip you of all that you love until you have no one, but me."
"Stop. No, please, please. Stop!" I screamed as he sunk his teeth into the base of my neck, he stayed clung onto my neck for a long time, listening to my screams and begs for him to stop as he just smirked into my neck.

Eventually he had enough and came off my neck, leaving bite marks to surround it. "Get, off of me!" I growl trying to shoving against him only for him to grab my wrists pinning them above my head.
"Don't try fight it, mi gatito, your mine. Just learn to except it," he moves back to my ear, kissing down, "your mine, you will never, ever escape me. Understood?"

I don't respond just staring at him with my soulless, subdued, gloomy brown eyes, contrasting against my freakishly pale skin from the lack of blood in my system. I'm honestly quite surprised I'm even awake, or even alive. I should be dead by now. Wish I was dead.

I stare into his eyes, the complete opposite of mine, his show passion, emotion, life. His showed colours that mine never did, hues of crimson, brown and black. They always seemed to darken in what I guessed to be rage, I didn't really understand it anymore. I don't feel as if I have felt true emotions for, probably over a decade or more now. It's become-It is my life.  My emotionless, idiotic, irrational thinking is what led me to this point. My breaking point. And it wasn't gonna change anytime soon.

"Understood, Virgil?" He growled glaring dagger that went straight through me. I again don't respond trying to fight the restrictions on my body but fail as he repeats, "Understood, Virgil!" He grips my chin tighter as I cry out in agonising pain from reoccurring bruising on that area.
"No...no. Stop! Stop trying to get into my head!" I tried to snarl but came outas more of a panic-stricken. I sounded pathetic. I knew that in this position I would never look intimidating due to being weak from scarcity of vital fluids in my body, I couldn't push back. He was in control.

He slammed me against the wall again. For several beats neither we stayed there, his grip crushing my wrists. "Stop! Don't ever try getting into my head!" I yelped as he continued to try to break me to my core. What he didn't realise was I was already broken to the point of no return. I was already long gone.
"And why not?" he asks as his mismashed eyes finally softened, showing a nicer, kinder emotion than I've ever previously seen from him.
"It's too dark for you, too empty." I state looking into his eyes, "I'm already broken beyond repair, there's no point trying to break a broken man further."

He look at me showing some sort of consideration to this before smirking again. "Nah. I'm gonna see how far you can go. How far you go before begging for-pleading for-my mercy. Then we can start the fixing process."
"Like I said, you can't fix me. I've already gone past the breaking point. There's no return for me. This is me now, there's no 'fixing' me now. I'm already long gone."
"You intrigue me."
"How can I? There's nothing intriguing about me."
"Your adiment your gone."
"I am-"
"How can you be so certain?" I couldn't respond. How could I? "What are you trying so hard to hide?" Once again I didn't respond, trying to look down but his hand refused me of this movement. "What are you keeping from me, mi gatito? What's so important your hiding it from your master, your controller?"

Why is he so adiment to know about something that doesn't exist? Anyone who knows me most likely, knows me better than myself at this point. Who truly am I?
"What do you mean, darling?" He issues breaking me from thought.
"Huh?"
"You were speaking aloud, darling."
"I was?" He nods.
"Now, what do you mean? People probably know me better than I know me? What?" I just stare blankly. What did he want me to say? 'I have no control over my life, haven't for over a decade.'

I mean it doesn't matter now since he's in control. He's my master. I have no choice...

                Bluebadger19