"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...
"I SEEHER." My finger presses on the trigger, slow and steady, making sure I don't fuck up like I usually do with guns.
Her figure moves on the sniper scope, the veil covering her delicate features. Being this beautiful of a bride was a curse from the devil and a blessing from God.
"It's your call, fire when you're ready." he says through the earpiece.
"I'm ready." I mumble, focusing on her through the scope.
They start reciting their vows and I took that as my cue.
"You,"
One.
"May,"
Two.
"Now kiss the bride." They lean in for a kiss before..
"Three." I whisper, pulling the trigger.
Bang!
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My eyelids slowly open and was soon assaulted by a raging light of sunshine seeping through the windows.
A groan escapes from my lips and I try to shift my position but I couldn't move. It was like something was weighing down my waist.
Je suis perdu—
"You're awake."
My body stiffens and I feel all the hair on the back on my neck rise. I close my eyes again, hoping I was dreaming but his hand grips my waist, pulling my back closer to his chest.
I don't remember how he got in here, it's been two days since the shower incident but even before that he's never slept in here, atleast not while I've been occupying his room.
"Comment as-tu fait—" french rolls out of my tongue and I quickly shake my head.
"I-I mean—"
"Last I checked, this is my room, tesora. Ridiculous question."
He understands french?
"Learned it just for you, tesora. Wasn't that difficult tho considering my italian roots."
I wish to hide myself and suffocate in a pillow, maybe the heavens will spare me and let me die.
How did my thoughts even get to speak for out loud?
And the fact that he learned french just for me bewilders me. How can he learn french in such a short amount of time?
The embarrassment of my thoughts speaking holds my tongue down and I refuse to let another word out.
