Devil in White

Chapter 4

This chapter will be showing the obsessive and possessiveness that Henry has over her. It could be disturbing to some, it could be hot to others. We're all a little crazy like that ;) I hope you enjoy! 🖤

"Can we talk?"

Peter gave her a quizzical look, turning his head to look at his surroundings. "Now isn't exactly a good time, Anastasia."

He watched as her jaw clenched with frustration. A large part of him enjoyed seeing her that way. "Then when will be a fucking good time, then?" Her hands formed to fists as he just looked down at her and smirked. "Such foul language from such a pretty mouth."

His words set her off as she attempted to push pass the cracked door and escape.

The second attempt was just as useless as the first. His arm once again wrapped around her, lifting her like she was a bag of potatoes.

Bursting through the door, he slammed it shut with his foot as he pushed her chest against the wall, pinning her arms behind her back. "You are acting before thinking, Ana! It's going to get you killed," he growled the words into her ear, attempting to grab her attention. "If you would use your brain for a second, you would realize that playing along will get you much farther than this."

She struggled against his hold, but it was pointless. His grip only tightened, yet he still kept a decent distance between the two so she didn't feel overwhelmed. "Then what do I do?" Ana whimpered as she let her shoulders slack.

"Just go about your days. Follow the rules, fool them. And I promise you, it will lead you to where you want to be. Patience is key."

Anastasia took in his words as she finally relaxed in his grip. Very quietly, he whispered in a soft tone, "I'm going to let you go, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered back.

Slowly, he released her, taking multiple steps back to give her space.

Turning back towards his direction, she froze in her movements, Peter's gaze locking her in place. "What did you mean when you said that I wasn't the only prisoner here?"

Henry's lips pursed into a thin line as he took a cautious step towards her. "You're a smart girl, Ana. You can figure it out."

She took a step forward, nearly closing the space between them. "Is this a game to you? If so, two can play it."

Making one more advance, there was no distance left. He towered over her, making her realize how small she was. "It sounds like you want to play, Anastasia. All you have to do is follow the rules, and you'll win the game."

She knew he was danger. Hell, any idiot could see that. But she was drawn to it. And even worse, he knew she was.

A light smile perked on his lips as he watched the turning of the wheels go off in her mind. But what she were to say next would completely throw him off guard, no matter how many times she said it. "I'm scared," she whispered.

Henry saw how strong she was, and thoroughly enjoyed the fights she puts up. She wasn't an easy one at all. The whimper that escaped her lips as she said those words turned a switch on that he didn't know he had.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her ear, surprised that she didn't flinch. "I know you are. Just do as I say, and you will be safe."

He straightened his posture to look back down into her eyes. They were so dark and defiant, his favorite.

Waiting patiently for her response, his hands clasped tightly behind him. Soon enough, she nodded her head at him in agreement. Everything in her screamed 'don't do it!', but he was her only chance, right?