"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Point of view: Dakota Black
Warning: This is a dark disturbing chapter, includes mental illness and traumatic scenes.
Please note, this chapter is the following scene after their 1st night together, that is after the chapter- Sweet Little Wh0re of Day One.
Darkness.
It's the first thing I feel, like emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. There is heaviness in my limbs, and I feel a sharp sting at the back of my head.
It's as if I have woken up from a heavy slumber, with my brain foggy and disjointed. My eyes flutter open, blinking away the haze and revealing a dimly lit room that seems vaguely familiar, yet unsettling.
Where am I?
I stand in the middle of what seems to be my room, yet everything feels slightly out of place, mostly my mind. It feels like I have been dragged roughly for hours with my head under water and my consciousness out of order.
What is happening?
I feel so disoriented, out of place, out of my mind, as I don't belong here, in my own body, in my own head.
I fucked her !
The room spins for a moment and I rub my temples, trying to shuffle together the events. Suddenly, a fragmented memory of Emara dancing before me teases my mind and I freeze.
What was that? Another hallucination?
I feel a sharp ache in my head and suddenly, memories of Emara flood in. Her smiling at me, eating pizza, the flames, and then, her seductive dance.
I clutch onto the doorframe of my bathroom to steady myself. After reaching to the sink, I splash cold water on my face in an attempt to desperately clear my mind.
I finally fucked her !
I hear a faint echo in my head, and my hands freezes in the mid-air. I stare at my reflection in the little pool of water in my palms, watching the water slowly drip away through my fingers.
What did you say?
I question myself, looking up into the mirror. The person staring back at me, is not me. The evil glint in his eyes and that satisfying grin on his lips isn't mine, but of an alternative reality of me. My violent side, my beast.
I fucked Emara !
A chill runs down my spine as the silent whisper amplifies like a roar in my head. My heart thrashes wildly behind my ribs as the haunting words seep deeper into my consciousness.
"You did WHAT?" I yell at my own reflection. My hand trembles uncontrollably, and I grip the edge of basin for support. My reflection smiles, diabolically.
