Fallen. // 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 18+

« CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN »

« TW WARNINGS » (for this chapter)
• swearing
• drugs
• slight mature content
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I didn't sleep

I didn't drink

Shit I barely lived at this point

Ro's soft gentle touches over my shoulder going slowly to my chin as I lay in his bed

My eyes focused on the wall before me

The blank wall

Just as blank as Rhydian his eyes

A swift move of four fingers moving my gaze from the empty corridors to not so empty eyes

"Talk to me.."

Talk to me...

Talk to him?

Yanking my face back and my gaze falling back upon the wall is better then talking

A sigh is all that's heard next to me and swift moves of feet across the room as I see him disappear disappointed

Minutes after my own feet launch me onto the floor towards his room

A small knock on the wooden door was all I could do as my voice was stuck in my throat

"Don't"

Is all I weakly hear

A voice that's clearly not wanting to be bothered

I peek through the small space between the door and wall

My shoulder accidentally pushing the door wider open as a familiar crack is being heard

The squeaking of the door we've heard countless times as seconds later he'd launch me into the wall or on the bed with his body weight giving a certain pressure

His eyes shot op from the silk sheets to me

His eyes are a bit more calm than last night but still I could see the urge of the drug needing more for his body starving out without it

"You hate me" he says as his eyes burn on the crown of the top of my head

I look speechless up at him

"I suppose so.." I mumble and turn back around to leave

"Go with him" his voice is low like pure annoyance

"Your better off with him, he won't screw you over.." his voice becomes genuine fast

I turn back around and look at him and his body language wondering his words into my head

"Do you mean your brother? Cause I don't-.." he breaks me off within instance

"I see the way he looks at you Aylin, the way he protects you from my misery, go ahead ruin him like he thinks I'll ruin you" he looks me now disgusted up and down and I feel a shiver running down my spine going just as slow as his eyes

"But don't fucking think I'll change for you!" He yells at me in such a hard careless tone that I almost fall backwards

I look at him and walk closer holding him firmly by his neck

"Sure.. you say that now but you said other fucking things when your tinie tiny dick was shoved down my ass!" I yell back in his face and for once I agree with society and actually felt my hormones kick in

Fuck that felt incredibly good to do

Until a familiar sting of his hand colliding with the still visible bruises kicks me off of my power moment

His body weight pushing himself off of the bed and my body weight against the wall

One hand firmly around my neck as his other pushes my shoulder onto the wall pinning me stuck

"Tinie tiny?" He asks with a voice I can't recon to read not even when I see the small wrinkle he hates when I mention of his frown

A small nod is all what gets out besides a whimper of pain

"Tinie tiny you said? Mhm.. wanna bet it doesn't fit down your throat?" He looks down at me as I recognize the glance I've missed so much

"You wanna feel like a whore? Fucking dirty bitch?!" He yells in my face and after a couple minutes of silent spits onto it

I raise my hand to wipe it away but he pushes my hand away while holding his knee between my thighs giving a very pleasant pressure

"Don't wipe it away, it's part of you now.. it's the only fucking part you'll get of me" he lets go of my throat and a whine of pain releases by shock as his body moves out of the room

He leaves me there

Shocked

Embarrassed

But most of all horny

And fucking mad that even when his drugged he can still control me

My knees were weak by him

And that's just what he wanted

Me on my knees

And I will be

But not for him