Burn the truth (ENG)

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[Zara - October 2018]

I quickly sat down when I heard the door creak.

A broad figure entered the room with a small paper plate.  My muscles tensed at the sight of his face.

No.

I pressed myself against the wall, as far away from him as possible.

He pushed the plate toward me and turned his back to walk away again.

Do not stop.  Do not stop.  Do not stop.

I froze when I suddenly saw him stand still.

"What is that smell?"

No.

I swallowed hard as I watched him walk to the corner of the small room.

"Is that the food of the past few weeks?" I heard him ask.

I watched with wide eyes as he turned to me with furious eyes.  "You're going to eat all your plates clean!"

I shook my head with a lump in my throat.

With a threatening look, he walked over to me and squatted down in front of me.  "What?"

"St- stay away from m- me." I looked around anxiously, suddenly unable to breathe.

A loud laugh filled the room.

His laugh.

It gave me spontaneous shivers.

"Ah, Zara. Ironic that you think you have any power over that. I'll decide when I'll stay away from you."

I looked wide-eyed at his hand on my thigh.  My nails pressed against my palm.  "D-don't touch m-me," I hissed under my breath.

"Or what?"  He asked defiantly, his hand creeping up even more.

"I," Spit formed in my throat with fear. "I'll scream."

"You know what," He whispered in my ear, like a secret conversation between just the two of us. "Actually, I like being pampered after a long day."

He pushed me roughly against the wall and his gaze held lust.  His fingertips burned my skin.  It was an unpleasant feeling.

My lips started to tremble.  You could clearly see the fear in my eyes.

Not again...

I closed my eyes as I felt the pain between my legs intensify.  It still hurt a lot.  I wouldn't make it this time.  I was sure of that.

He moved his face closer until I felt his breath on my neck.

No.