D'AUREVILLÉ'S INFATUATION- GIRLXGIRL

CHAPTER FOUR- WORSHIP +

WARNING‼️ VIOLENCE|

STORMI CARTER

Silence.

My voice was strained and my throat pulsed in pain. "Where are you taking me, Illya?" I hesitantly asked her as tears blurred my vision. I was so utterly horrified by the look in her eyes that I felt as if my stomach would turn inside out on me. How could someone so breathtaking make your blood turn to ice? I can't inhale without whimpering in fear. There was nothing but evil written all over her. My spirit couldn't shake it. I was never one to be in tune with religion or anything, but I always knew when God was telling me something. He always showed up in time for me when things got dangerous.

As of now though, I don't feel like anything could save me. Not even the creator of this earth. The sinister promise in her eyes made me feel foolish to have hope of some sort. I have no idea who I have gotten myself involved with, but I knew enough to know that my life is now in danger. I am no longer safe. "I need to be alone with you." She replied shortly, that nauseating crazed look never escaping her orbs.

My organs twisted some more. "Please." I choked on a sob as I internally panicked, no longer knowing what to say or do. I was completely at her mercy. I puffed out a short breath through my trembling lips and tried to compose myself as I focused on her unmoving frame underneath the passing street lights. My trembling hands stretched before me before I could process exactly what I was doing. Before I knew it I was grabbing onto both of hers. My shivering grew even more intense when she instantly took control of the contact, completely encasing my hands in her possessive grasp. "I-I promise I won't tell a soul about a-anything. If-If you just take me home I will never speak of this a-and no one will ever know! I jus-"

"Love." She no longer looked at me and instead transferred her focus to our hands, caressing my trembling knuckles with her long and slender fingers. "I'm afraid you have the wrong idea." Illya paused for a long while,  slowly looking back and forth between both sets of intertwined hands. Her eerie stroking continued. "This is not a matter of whether or not I'm worried you'll speak of this to anyone. If you did so, it sincerely would be of no matter to me. The result of your actions would be far more detrimental to your existence."

Terror struck me deep in my gut.

"N-no." I breathed out.

It took me a minute to notice that the vehicle had already come to a complete stop, and it was just her and I left behind. "No what Mon cheri? Tell me what you think is happening, here." Just then, a man approached her side and opened the door for her, stepping aside with his head angled to the concrete not daring to look up at the menacing woman. My pounding heart skipped multiple beats as she exited the car swiftly, almost making no noise with her own movement as she gracefully dragged me along with her, worsening the pain in my arm. "Parler." She spat as I took too long to respond.

I sobbed and shook my head, starting to drag my feet subconsciously as she led me up a staircase to the front entrance of a mansion. The closer we got, the more I felt in touch with my doom. Suddenly I felt as if I were being sucked into some endless void. "Illya- I don't know I- y-you can't take me h-here I don't-!" I cut myself off and attempted to pry my hand out of hers but it was impossible to make her even come to a short lived pause to give me time to hot tail out of here. It was as if she couldn't feel me tugging with all my strength!

"I will show you, then." She side eyed me over her shoulder when we reached the top of the staircase. "I had a hot bath prepared for you before your arrival," Illya began, typing in a code to the heavy looking door before it opened. I was shoved inside and almost slammed myself on my face once my feet connected with the red velvet carpet. For a second I felt as if my toes were going to melt into the soft fabric, but I heard the sound of the door shutting back closed and my bad arm was being grabbed harshly again. I clenched my teeth in agony, crying all over again as I began to feel a bit angry this time.