~HEARTS & FANGS~

9: CHEESE IN THE TRAP🧀

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CHEESE IN THE TRAP🧀

She was quick to sense the thick ominous atmosphere the moment he took her into his bedroom. He set her on her feet with a delicate gentleness that didn't match his anger, slightly shocking her. He went around her and undid the zipper of the dress. He tore the sleeves off her body, ripping it to rags with none of the gentleness that he had displayed earlier. The gown stubbornly hung at her waist. He ripped the dress off her in one swift smooth move that made her gasp. He flung the shredded material away from her, far away from her. She whirled around, surprised enough to look at him, forgetting her fear for a moment. He had a satisfied look on his face despite his rage. He ran his eyes over her seminude -for she was in her underwear- body once, twice and then turned away from her, raking his hands through his raven black hair. She forefelt his outburst during the foreboding silence that followed the ripping off of her dress, a silence that nearly easily stretched across an ocean. And then, it came, unrestrained, flat-out.

'You were bound to your words! How on earth could you go back on your words?!' he demanded turning his ferine gaze on her. 'How the fuck could you do that?! What in the bloody blaze did you think you were doing trying to leave? Do you know the implication of what you have done? Do you?!' he asked her in a sharp tone. She flinched for his voice was loud and dreadful leaving her terror stricken by it.

'I do not think that I did anything wrong. I, I only wanted to be free,' she said to him, 'of you.'

'You wanted to do so at whose expense, at whose expense?' he demanded of her. 'It was at my expense, my expense! You made a mockery of me! You disobeyed me! You deceived me!' he said to her with the ferity of his anger.

'I am sorry,' was all she could say to him at the moment.

''You are not! I will make you sorry, I promise!' he screamed at her. She began to weep again. This was the heavy comeuppance of her conatus to hegira. She reviewed her unfortunate concatenation within her. It left her tired, worn out, completely without will, dispirited and not impetuous.

'Please,' she pushed out.

'Do not plead,' he advised her. 'Don't you dare think to shake me with your pleas for I will not be moved Mine. You should save your voice for your screams,' he said wickedly. 'Come here,' he ordered. He drew her to him, ripping off all of her underwear. She cowered in fear.

'Please,' she told him again, 'have mercy. I am really sorry. Do not do anything to me,' she begged him, terrified. She had never seen him as he was now, thrice as beastly as she had always thought he was. She was really afraid that he would do something to her.

'Shut up!' he barked, baring her nude form to him. She drew her hands over her body to shield it from him as much as she could. But, she noticed that his gaze did not seem to linger on her in any way that was considered immodest. He easily raised her naked form into his arms.

'What are you doing?!' she asked him frightened by his rashness. He gave her no reply. He set her on her feet in the bathroom and began to unbutton his shirt. Her heart leaped out of her chest as she began to panic. 'Do not!' she yelled. 'Noli me tangre!' she warned him in a sharp alarmed voice, backing away from him quite slowly as if there was really somewhere to run to if she wanted to do so.