Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 6

After taking a shower to reduce the tension knitted to my body. 

Giving dread to realize what I used to label as mine is going to fade away. 

All of it will slip, my emotions, those memories, everything.

'You can't give up yet, Zariah,'

Diverting my mind from the agonizing prominence awaiting us in the future, I kept my posture unaffected to stop him from reaching me. He has also freshened up and was waiting for me.

"Zariah." He called while having dinner and how his voice sent convulsions to my core.

"Yes?" I asked softly, not even daring to look up at him.

"When Issac is coming tomorrow?" He asked sternly.

"Around 10am."

"I see. I am telling you again, you are not going to see him alone, understand?" His voice came demanding, not in the mood for argument yet my voice dared to speak up against him.

"Why? He is my father after all." I shrugged and the threatening stare he sent in my direction for daring to do this was highly unwanted.

"It makes me odious to see that man near you." He growled but eventually the enrage expression on his face converted into his usual snicker.

"But what can I say? You are his slave after all." He hummed, leaning back.

"What do you even know about me to presume this? You don't know anything." I argued.

Almost glaring at him but his eyes narrowed in dejection for a mere second and was soon replaced by his rage.

"I know, that's why." He hissed.

"When you know then why do you do this?" I asked, voice slumped in woe.

"Because I don't want you to stay in his shadows!"

He raised his voice which made my breath hitch in anticipation of why he is so infuriated.

He soothed down immediately after noticing the startle on my face.

"Zariah..." He called me, getting up.

"You are mine now."

Declaring, he lifted my chin with his index finger, hand across my face to entangle my senses with his hot breaths.

"And I won't tolerate it if anyone dares to attach their string on my chattel."

He snarled huskily in my ears, his voice sent shivers down my spine, causing me to arch my back in tension.

"Engrave it in your soul." He continued.

"I won't let anyone stray you." He enunciated. 

Stray...?

Not breaking the profound eye contact between us which amplified my heartbeats abnormally under the power of his eyes controlling me.

"Do you understand?" He asked in a low tone.

Swallowing hard in apprehension, I barely gave him a nod in response which wasn't to his pleasure.

"I said, do you fucking understand?" He growled, tightening his grip on my jaw.

"Y-Yes." I whimpered, nibbling my cheek to conceal the fright in my head and now weakened before him.

"Good girl."

Whispering in my ear, he placed a soft kiss on my cheek and pulled away after combining his dominance to my beat in a snap.

'Fuck, He is serious about me.'