Dance of Affliction (GxG)

The Deal

»»-------¤-------«« Estelle's Pov »»-------¤-------««

"Well, what do you want?" I repeated myself when i was met with silence. 

Is she seriously gonna be quiet now?

She walked into my place with a nonchalant air, her posture indicating that she was unbothered by whatever the world may have thrown at her. Her gaze flickered around the room, observantly taking in every detail as if she was committing it to memory.

"H-hey! I didn't say you could come in!?" I was caught completely off-guard as I was pushed against the kitchen-counter in a split second. A sharp gasp of air escaped me as my body tensed up in shock.

"Let me make this crystal fucking clear, Sparky." Her voice was calm yet eerily menacing, making my stomach turn with dread. "I don't take rejection lightly."

I felt a her hand slide around my throat, lifting up my head and forcing me to look up. At this point i didn't know what to expect from her.

"Time for you to deal with it then." Dammit Estelle why can't you shut up!

I felt her fingers dig into my soft skin as a sly smile crossed her lips. My breath hitched in surprise, my lungs desperately trying to take in more air.

"I don't have to deal with anything dear." Her amber eyes pierced right through mine and i swear i could feel my body freeze yet heat up at the same time.

"Simply due to the fact that you are mine."

This woman is.. insane.

"Wow, i didn't know you were such a jokester Fedorov." I sneered and tried to pry her hand off my throat. She seriously had a thing for grabbing me by the throat like this. Twisted bitch.

"Let me bring your pretty little head back into reality real quick." She leaned over towards me her eyes never leaving mine. "Besides fucking, i'm basically a stranger to you. But that doesn't mean that you're not mine"

I couldn't help but let out a scoff as i pulled her hand off my throat.

"Oh funny, Yeah okay let's follow your logic." I snap in annoyance and anger. "So, i'm the one who gets attached too fast and that's bad. But you're not looking in the mirror are you? How convenient for you to blame me while never taking responsibility for your own actions!" I could see her eyes narrow at my reply.

"I may get attached, but don't think I'm the only one. You are as well, otherwise you wouldn't be so damn obsessive and possessive with me!" I spat. My anger was boiling over. She wanted to play games and not take responsibility for her own feelings. Hypocrisy at its finest. I could see her eyes slowly change from unfazed to.. something else. Before I could react, she had pushed me against the kitchen counter once more and her lips greedily consumed mine in an intense passionate exchange. Her movements were rough yet skillful, her kisses demanding and eager. I tried to push her off but she just grabbed my wrist firmly, making me unable to squirm anymore. Finally after a couple seconds I managed to escape from her clutches. I immediately sprinted across the kitchen table and strategically placed myself on the other side, making sure that she wouldn't be able to get a hold of me.

"Oh Sparky, you entertain me." Her cackling laughter sent chills down my spine as she slowly turned towards me with an evil glint in her eye.

"Now, don't make me come over there and force my hand darling." She smirked.

"Oh? As if you haven't been forceful enough already!?" I exclaimed in frustration and disbelief, only to be met with a reluctant smirk creeping across her lips. I was frantically trying to figure out how to get her out of my apartment. Though it wasn't the Hamilton, for me it wouldn't have mattered if it were a cardboard box in an alleyway as long as she wasn't there!