𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎|
(n.) the act of falling in love with the wrong person
"I think if we can talk to him, we can get him on our side. This might be a problem though considering he doesn't like me, do you think you could pull some strings and talk...
"And it's all fun and games 'Til somebody falls in love But you've already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now"
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He hasn't said a word to me since I got back to the office. We were on our way back home and he was deathly silent, I didn't dare take a peek at him in fear that he would be angry. I hate it when he's angry.
Instead I sat there, head hanging and playing with my fingers in my lap. "We've arrived sir," Mr. Monet spoke with a soft voice, glancing at him through the mirror.
Mr. Monet got out of the car at the same time Micah got out, he come over to my side and began opening the door. He got it half way open when Micah shoved him out of the way, he's more than just angry. Micah grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the car, dragging me up the steps and into our home.
He'd slammed the door shut when we got to our room, taking my shoulders he shoved me on the bed. "You were with him," he started rolling up his sleeves.
"Do you mean Mr. Cordecta? I only-" I began trying to ease his anger when he cut me off.
"Did I tell you to speak?" I shook my head and stared down into my lap. "You will only nod and shake your head, your voice is irritating me right now." I nodded my head.
"You've been with him all day, am I correct?" I nodded, "then tell me. Have you sucked his dick yet?" My hand raised up to my mouth. That would go against so many vices.
"Speak now, Arabella," he began stalking towards the bed.
"No Micah, we only went to the meeting then lunch after." I turned my head to the side, avoiding any and all eye contact with him. "And besides, that would be lust, and lust is both a vice and a sin."
The click of his belt coming undone alarmed me, immediately looking up I saw him directly in front of me. He grabbed my chin and jerked my head up forcing me to look him in the eyes. Fear shot through my body as his eyes refused to leave mine and mine trembled at the sight of his.
He brought his hand up and cupped the side of my face, slowly stroking my cheek with his thumb. "How about I give you a reminder of where you come from." He spoke low and threateningly.
Micah wrapped his belt around my neck, put the buckle through the loop, and pulled. My fight or flight triggered my hands to shoot up to my neck, entangling my fingers in the belt desperately trying to remove the threat that is the cold black belt.
Eyes so wide and breath becoming ragged as I began the struggle of breathing. Gasping left and right as he spoke to me, "now who do you belong to?"
I coughed, "you." I could barely breath never mind speak.
He tugged harder on the belt, "and who owns you?"
I gasped as Micah began lifting me by my neck, I could feel my pulse throbbing against the thick leather. "You- please," I let out a high pitched whimper.
