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Chapter 6

Mia's POV

My eyes flew open when I heard the click of the dark wooden doors lock.
The creak that was so quiet it could barley be heard, told me that someone had entered.

My heart started beating so loudly I'm sure if he was listnening carefully he could hear it.

I took a deep breath and sat up on the bed.

He didn't speak to me. Instead he rid himself of his black blazer, and hung it on the side of the chair that was next to the nightstand.

His silence told me that he wasn't in a good mood.

Stop thinking stupid things Mia!!
How could he be in a good mood after what happened!

- You're right I'm not in a good mood.

His cold voice made me turn my head towards him. I gazed into his dark eyes that were slowly turning mahogany red.

Last time he bit me and made me feel so good his eyes where the same color.

I felt scared that it will happen again.

I quietly gasped for air trying to calm myself down.

- How will you punish me?

I asked quietly breaking eye contact.

I watched a small smirk appear on his red lips.

- I wanted to punish you tomorrow but if you insist.

He said laying one knee down on the bed.
I moved back as his hungry gaze scared me even more.

- Umm... I didn't mean it like that.

I stuttered out finally.

His charming smirk grew.

- How did you mean it then love?

- I-

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be punished cause I wasn't sure I'd actually make it through the punishment.

I looked up when I heard a small, quiet chuckle leave his lips.

I furrowed my brows not understanding what was so funny.

- You need to get your thoughts straight cause You're making me very confused.

- Well maybe you should get out of my head you son of a -

I stopped when I realized who I was talking to.

I bit my lip in frustration.
How could I talk to him like that?
Now he will definitely give me a much worse punishment.

- Rules pet.

I took a deep breath and looked back at him.

He got off the bed and walked to the corner of the large room.
A big Wooden wardrobe was standing there and a key was hanging from it's lock.

He turned the key and opened the doors.
I couldn't see what was in the wardrobe, but I knew it couldn't be abything good.

- What should I use on you.

He said to himself like this was something fun.

It must be fun for his sick mind but not for me.

Last night was terrible. I lost control over my body and I pleaded for his touch.
I won't let that happen again.

Starting from tonight I won't enjoy anything he does to me.

- How about this?

He asked, dragging me out of my thoughts.