She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 32

My eyes stalk Tony's walk to the table, and his fingers skimming over the variety of guns, pillars, hammers and lighters, until they linger over the knives.

Anticipation and fear control the beating of my heart as I stare, fearing what might come next. He grabs a small knife and then slowly with sick smirk in his face, coming back to me. Suddenly his hands rips off my sleeves. At the aggressive move an involuntary yelp escaped my lips. I look at his eyes they are dancing with excitement and fully concentrated on my now exposed arms. As if feeling my stare his eyes briefly fly to me, nothing warm or pleasant can be seen in them. He drops one eye in a wink, then gaze back to my arm, his lips formed a tin line in attentiveness.

He presses a cold, sharp knife few inches below my shoulder and at a slow pace cuts downwards towards my elbow. I feel my skin parting behind the object and that deed washed me with unbearable pain. I grit my teeth tightly, attempting to keep control on my thoughts, which wishing to submit to the merciless pain that have no escape. Yet my stubbornness doesn't allow me to give a scream to voice my agony, but to suffer silently. My breaths coming out through my nose in quick, short puffs, as drops of sweat matting my forehead and back. To take my mind off myself I try to focus on Harry; how his beautiful eyes staring at me with such love, and his perfectly shaped lips mere inch away from mine. The fresh wave of pain from my other biceps stops my thoughts, though I decline a scream.

...I can do this! I won't show how agonizing this really hurts. They won't get that kind of response from me. Oh good Gandalf please help me, because I don't know how much pain I can take...

"Now you will taste your own medicine." He suddenly announced, my head snaps at his direction; his back was to me, as he crouches down to reach for the bowl that was underneath the table, which I have miss looked.

My eyes widen in utter terror when I see him back by my side, dipping the white cloth into the water. I hold my breath and my muscles tense, as I helplessly watch his hand move towards my cut. At the touch I flinch in pain that seared through me with burning strength. Each brush of a cloth soaked with salted water robs my ability to speak, and sends me jerking against the chair. I squeeze my eyes shut, but my mind has surrendered to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion. My palms tightened into fists, nails biting into my skin, drawing blood, as my teeth pushing against one another so hard that they might break.

I can hear door being slammed with the wall, my eyes instantly open and maneuver to the sound. Dante walked in and before Tony can start with my other arm, he places a hand to his cousin's shoulder, ceases the movement as he goes to speak: "I have better idea cousin."

Tony turns to him and we both listen closely, as Dante proceeds, speaking in my direction: "Juliet you will get food and water when you'll tell us what we want to know, so till than enjoy."

Tony grumbles something beneath his breath, though puts down the bowl and cloth, they are both ready to leave me alone.

"Romeo why?" I questioned in a rush, my voice was filled with strong emotions and all shaky, as I stare at him and suck in a breath.

He looks down at me, pauses for a second. He sighs heavily: "It's time for new generation to take over. We can modernize the entire organization. Don't you see Juliet? Those days when you had to deliver documents personally are long gone." He bents down, his eyes stare deep into mine, lips inches away, our breaths mixing in, "you could be by my side and I'd give you everything, but you refused." Those words shattered my heart completely.

I inhale slowly, silencing the pain and force my brain to sharpen its thoughts: "What happen to you Romeo? You weren't like that before."

He shakes his head, and chuckles privately: "Oh my dear Juliet, people change."