Loving a Aldainè

#5- I give up.

The dim light of the room was turned on by someone when I thought it was just me being paranoid and hallucinating.

I briefly open my eyes just to see a man in well dressed pants without a single wrinkle on them in dark mocha colour followed upwards by a formal suit on the same colour standing with his back faced against me with both if his hands in his pockets.

His dark demeanor and strong brooded body just seemed to approach me quietly with a click-like sound of his custom made formal shoes which looked expensive like hell.

It was him. The way he moved towards me, the way his body gave away the anger so calmly yet so normally which is absolutely melancholic for a normal person. It was him, Mayhem.

"So tell me this, in which corner of your whole brain did it not it accept the fact that I told you that you will not go anywhere ..." He gritted out with his teeth taking one of his fists out of his pocket and digging his nails in palm. "....and as you take it out to be so smart that you claim, so I did believe that you had already known the rest that..." He did a squat and put one of his knees down on the ground and other reached his shoulder.".... do not fucking try to run away or try anything stupid just to save the irony of cringes, and even if to give a strong hint I told u I control everything here....."

I jerked my head backwards and rested it on the wall behind me as he grabbed cupped my jaw with pressure that made my neck hurt which made it hard to breathe because I was half choking with his palms half against my neck roughly.

"....which you probably had taken as a joke. So in all total ; you try to go out, you take a hit on one of my men and knock him out, and try to run away." He scrowled in so much anger that was darkly psychopathic as his hands moved down to my neck making tears fall from my eyes.

For a very known reason I had no answer to his questions, no comments on his words, no reply to his anger, no and nothing for him as I just silently sat there without any kind of motion in my body. How do you deal with everything you left behind you come back in matter of hours ? that was te only question running through my thoughts at that moment

The room was awfully quiet in an uncomfortable silence as he kept choking me and not letting a single word come out of my mouth. His eyes were darkened and more redder at the edges as if he was completely someone else who was enjoying this. I was numb, to everythinng around me I could feel it, she was lurking in my thoughts.

My hands grabbed his arm trying to release my neck from his grip but his hands were too strong than my own weight which did not even seem to budge or move a bit when I tried. Me head being pinned to the wall did not help at all as it just hurt more and more when I tried. It had only been seconds from which each second felt like a minute had gone by.

I give up on this. No matter where I go, what I seek, whatever I seem to do it never stops. This just never stops. And I promised myself I would not let the only thing I fear truly far consume me whole and become it myself.

So I eased into pain making it more welcomed and dropped my hands to my thighs and let the tears fall as I took my last breathes. I knew I was taking a big risk with my life when I tried to walk out of that gate. And I saw him, his face looking absolutely mortifying, brushing into angers and his eyebrows pressed together as I looked straight in his eyes trying nothing to leave his rough and tight grip from my neck.

I closed my eyes as I felt the room getting shaky and blurry and suddenly the pain and the pressure was slowly decreased as I could feel his burning touch breaking the contact away from me , everything fading away in matter of seconds within my eyes. And not seconds later all I could see was darkness. Complete utter darkness.