Wanting Her

controlling her

Isabella's POV:

A short man stood at the door, dressed in a bright orange jacket, holding a parcel in his hand. "Hey, just need a signature right here." He smiled at jack, showing him a piece of paper and handing a pen. "Yeah sure." Jack replied, scribbing on the paper.

As the postman handed the parcel to Jack, he took a short glance at me with a worried look on his face. I knew my eyes were bloodshot red and my hair was a tangled mess and there were purple bruises covering my overly pale skin.

This was finally my chance to actually get help and live my life again. Before I was about to mouth for help, Jack looked back at me with the most frightening eyes, which made me instantly look back down at the floor.

As Jack cleared his throat, the postman stopped staring at me and darted his eyes back at him. I was completely frozen and couldnt pull myself to say something. Ask for help, scream anything. I think Jack noticed the postmans sudden change in his nervous posture and concerned face so he slammed the door instantly in his face, making me jump out of my frozen state.

I felt his furious gaze on me as he marched towards me, tossing the parcel down on the floor. He grabbed my arm roughly and started pulling me up the stairs. "Stop.. I didnt do anything Jack please." I pleaded with him, trying to pull out of grip. My tears were making my eyesight go blurry as i heard my bedroom door slam behind me.

He pushed me onto the bed as he started pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair. I sat nervously on the edge of the bed, bopping my leg up and down. I kept my head down, making my hair cover most of my face and bit down on my lip anxiously.

His harsh footsteps stopped as he stood right infront of me, leaving less than an inch between us. I felt his heavy breath on my face as he screamed in my face, "The fuck is wrong with you Isabella. What did i tell you? Huh? What did i fucking tell you Isabella." He asked, getting annoyed at me not responding.

He grabbed a fist full of my hair, making my eyes connect to his raging ones. I tried pulling his hand away from my hair but it only made him pull harder. "Fucking answer me Isabella."

"Please.. I didnt do anything. Please your hurting me." I cried, making him let go of my hair harshly. I went back to look down at my lap and played with my fingers. "You want some fucking attention. Is that it Isabella? I'll give you that."

He towered over me and pushed me on the bed, getting ontop of me and holding my arms down. "STOP." I screamed in his face as i started to kick my legs in the air hysterically.

He let out an entertained laugh as he said, "What you dont want attention anymore Isabella? Im giving you what you want. Whats the problem?" He started intensly into my watery eyes. "Please just let me go." I begged him, still trying to escape from under him. "Not until i give you what your clearly craving Isabella. I love you." He whispered, starting to kiss down my neck.

I layed there frozen as his agressive sucking went further down.