Ángel Oscuro's Redemption

Escape

In the darkness of a moonlit night, as the world silenced, unaware of the storm brewing within the walls of my domain, a symphony of emotions unfurled. It was then, as I comfortably rested in bed, that an unsettling noise pierced the tranquility of the room, like a discordant note amist a symphony. With an unrelenting urgency, I rose from my slumber, my heart pounding, seeking solace in her familiar presence, only to to be greeted by the sight of her frantically attempting an escape through the window. The subtle rustling of tied curtains and intertwining bed sheets echoed through the hallow stillness, reaching the corners of my vigilance.

A calm demeanor enveloped my countenance, masking the turmoil that echoed within. "You tryna leave darling?" I inquired gently, my voice a stark contrast to the alarm flickering in her eyes. Fear danced upon her features as she instinctively retreated, a delicate dance between us, a dance of uncertainty and desire. With a measured glance outside the opened window, my words resonated with an ominous timbre, a warning disguised under the guise of tranquility. "You'd barely reach halfway to the ground, what do you think this is, Disney world?" A derisive emphasizing the folly of her intentions. A swift movement brought me, a shadow in the night, her eyes wide with fear. "Don't test me," I murmured, a wicked smirk dancing upon my lips as I closed the distance between us, "seni senin kendini tanıdığından daha çok tanıyorum."

In that moment, where tension hung heavy in the air, our souls intertwined in a dangerous dance of power and desire. "Ne diyorsun? Sen hasta bir alçaksin," she said, in her turkish accent coloring every word. She dared to label be a scoundrel, unable to fathom the depths of my devotion, the lengths I would go to ignite a spark of passion within her untouched heart. With a force that resonated through the very foundation of her being, I slapped my hands against the cold, unyielding wall, the sound echoing in a rebellious symphony. "It seems that way now," I confessed, my voice a soft melody teetering on the precipice of clarity, "but when you surrender to me, every breath you take, every second, every thought, from dusk till dawn, you'll be soaked for me. I'm gonna fuck every last of you, you'll know why they shiver at the mere sound of my voice.

You will be mine, my last to everything. Your moans will be the songs I dance to. I won't need your permission as I further explore your body like a lost man. And when I'm done, I'll make sure I carve my name all over you, even if that means becoming your worst nightmare."  The sound of her heart beat reverberated like a distant drum, its crescendo resounding in the silence that followed. In that moment, I chose to retreat, leaving her mind afluttered with the repercussions of defiance. And so as I took my leave, the weight of anticipation lingered in the air, my whispered yet coherent words sealed her fate. "Matteo doesn't play games darling. And the next time you think you're living in a movie, Rapunzel, I'll take you to hell and show you who the devil is."