"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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I WAS NOW dressed, staring at my empty ring finger like I was being hypnotised. I was married but had no ring, and I was with child, despite not spending a day with my spouse— which I am glad I did not.
The signs were clear, I was feeling sick and nauseous but had no appetite to eat. Despite Gloria's efforts to bring me snacks and dinner, I couldn't down the food.
I clench my dress above my belly while feeling tense. I would be lying if I said this baby wasn't my only source of determination or comfort. If I wasn't with child, I would've jumped off the window hours ago.
Window. My eyes snap to the window which was covered with blinds. I jump up and scurry my way towards the blinds before opening them fully.
It was night, it looked like it was around 8pm. I see the window handles and place my hands on them. Please open. Please please please.
I move my hands to open it but it wouldn't budge. No. I wiggle it over and over again trying to unlock it but it was no use, it was bolted shut.
I let out a groan before hitting the window then scratching my head, "They've fully locked me in here.." I state the obvious while slowly sliding down the wall, placing my hands on my head.
I was a prisoner, I was confined. If that man ever came back, I don't think I'd live to see another day. He was terrifying, and he seemed like the type of man who'd be in my nightmares.
He traumatised me, and I hope I never see him again. I was hugging my knees, and felt my hair scratching the sides of my arms. Maybe my memories were a dream? Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe—
My mind was cut off with a rattle on the door. Assuming it was Gloria or Anna, I didn't budge from my place and stayed in my position.
The door fully opens and I felt a dark presence enter the room. My body freezes as I felt the tiny hairs in the back of my neck rise and goosebumps erupt on my skin.
It was him. His presence was too dark, too powerful that even just being near my radar, it could bring me down to my knees.
He didn't say a word, and I kept my head down as I was too scared to look up. Before I could think of anything else, I felt his presence right infront of me and then I felt a sting on my scalp.
He pulled my head up using my hair and I meet his dark, callous eyes. My body starts to shake from fear as he pulled me up to my feet using my hair.
His dark eyes scan me, stopping at my arm. In my memory, he seemed like a shadow. But now, I saw him up close. He is handsome, way too handsome, his face looked like he was a greek god and it was sculpted by angels.
His free hand grazes my arm and I let out a whimper as his warmth invaded my skin. I didn't realise I was cold until he touched me.
"All healed." he says darkly and before I could say anything, he pushes me to the bed, the impact of the push making me bounce.
