"When I decide to take you, you'll beg me for it." And suddenly the fear I felt in his presence changed, there was something familiar about him. Maybe it was the way he held himself or his rough way with words. I feel like I have known him for much longer than just one night. What if? What if I just let him.....
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"I'm sorry Angel , I won't take you with me this time." His deep voice echoed in the dark room, awakening a desire within me. His scent, it seemed familiar. "Leave me alone." I mumbled in between gasps as his grip tightened around my throat. I felt the cool surface of the wall as he pushed me further into it.
"You don't mean that , Elaha." Do I? I did feel fear and anger. This man had followed me at work, approached me, and entered my home against my will. God, I didn't even know who he was or how he found me. It's not like I had any ex's or enemies. I was a simple student with a mountain of responsibilities and burdens. "What do you want from me?" He pulled back slightly as he exhaled and then he shifted and held me tighter mumbling something about a monster. His contrasting movements seemed as if he was conflicted with himself. Well, damn.
But did I want him to leave me alone? There was a part of me that enjoyed the thrill and rush of adrenaline the situation brought. Do you enjoy my hands wrapped around your pretty little throat? A stranger seeking me out, wanting me, needing me. After years of being alone and shouldering the heavy weight of responsibilities, it felt like I was living out a fantasy. But that's what it was, a fantasy. It wasn't real and I was bound by my faith to act in a certain way.
Growing frustrated and feeling helpless at the influx of emotions that arose when he was around, I let out a muffled scream. "then just take me!" I felt his grip loosen slightly and took the opportunity to wriggle my way out of his embrace only to have him grab me by the waist and yank my back to his front. Why does he feel like a rock? Like someone I can lean on. I cringed at the thought. It was Stockholm Syndrome kicking in. Trying to take control of my thoughts I decided to try and figure out why I felt like I had seen him before.
Straining to see his face to make out his features, I tried to angle my neck to see what was behind me. "Stop fighting." He murmured in my ear. His warm breath brushed softly against the strands of hair that had fallen loose again from beneath my scarf. "It only turns me on more." He shifted and slightly rolled his hips as I felt the evidence of his desire. I let out a gasp and elbowed him as hard as I could. He let go, and I ran. My vision blurred and my pulse raced as I ran up the stairs and to my room. I realized halfway that my room probably wasn't the safest place to run since I had no escape plan. Shit.
I quickly went to shut the door but the door got stuck on his boot. He large hands pushed the door from my grip. "You want me to chase you, Angel?" I move towards the window. Heart thumping in my chest as I stupidly calculate how much harm it would bring my body if I just jumped. "N-No, just-." I stop moving back and cut myself off. Noticing that he hasn't come after me.
His hands fist at his sides and I realize that if he approaches me, his face would be visible. Or at least enough for me to recognize it. Hmm.. Seeing his boundary, I felt myself grow slightly bolder, reveling in the attention and the power I held. Granted, he was still an intruder. "Who are you?" He stays silent and shifts back and forth. "Why won't you move closer, I thought it turned you on if I ran?" I tease as nausea creeps up my throat. If this man wanted to hurt me, I would be dead and God knows who would take care of Yas without me. I stifle a sob and move closer.
He lets out a low growl and stands his ground, "don't test me Elaha. You don't know who I am." I move closer and he steps further back. "Don't do it or you won't like what happens next." He threatens. But what if I wanted to see what happened next, part of me felt I was still dreaming. This couldn't be real, there was no way. I had no friends, I only talked to my coworkers who displayed zero interest in me and my only family was Yas.
"You're in my home, and I want you to get out. Unless-." I feel his confusion and his posture tense, "unless what?" And I feel his smirk as he dares a step closer. "Unless you show me who you are." He lets out a low chuckle that reverberates within me and travels lower. I move closer until I can see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He tenses as if he's struggling something. Holding back. But from what? His scent hits me again and my mind goes to Vessel. Oh-. I can't believe I forgot the entire situation. He was on the phone with me, until the line disconnected. I wonder what happened or if he even cared.
Probably not. I was only a means to an end for them, I'll just see them tomorrow. I sigh and turn back to the intruder whose still tense. I decide to make a bold move and reach up to yank him towards the light in the window, "I wouldn't do that." He growls predicting my move before I even act. And suddenly I'm furious. It's always bending backwards for others, saying yes, and forgetting what I want. I have a stranger here in my own home, and I'm still listening to him just to make him happy. "No" I snap. "I don't care what you're going to do, it's all a bluff." And I attempt to drag him towards the light.
Well, I underestimated him. First of all, he's extremely tall and strong. Second, his anger and conflict that held him back, snapped the moment I grabbed his arm. All I could see was a soft blur as he pushed me back onto the bed, prying my hand off of his arm. "You're going to regret this Angel." "What are you going to do to me?" I whispered as I felt a bubble of laughter rise within me. I must be going insane, there was no way this was real. "When I decide to take you, you'll beg me for it." He threatened softly. And suddenly any fear I felt in his presence changed, there was something familiar about him. Maybe it was the way he held himself or his rough way with words. I feel like I have known him for much longer than just one night. What if? What if I want to beg?
The last thing I remembered was hysterically laughing at the anger in his voice as my eye caught on the time. 3:13 am and him whispering soft threats into my ear as I blacked out.
I couldn't tell if it was a dream or my reality. Was I dreaming now? Would I call it a nightmare or did a dark part of me enjoy and relish his attention. I knew him. There was no way he was a stranger. So I let go, I'll relish in this dream because the one man I do want will never want me back.
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8:57 am.
Somehow I woke up three minutes earlier than my alarm, that I had set to meet Vessel and his team, and I'm standing in the bathroom staring at my reflection. I honestly can't tell if I slept or not, because my heart is racing and I feel alert. Something seems off I can't remember what happened yesterday. I'm pretty sure I had a fucked up dream because I'm overworking myself. Looking in the mirror, I see a tired and alert facing staring back. I woke up to my scarf on the ground so I must have took it off in my sleep. I run my hands over my neck to loosen the ache when my eye catches on a thin smear running on the left side of neck.
Probably dirt. I head into the shower to rub it off but something nags at me, because it took much longer to rub it off than dirt usually takes. I finish my shower and head back towards the mirror once more, and there's a large bruise in the shape of a hand around my neck.
Oh my God. It was real. I didn't dream it. I wish I could say that the rush of adrenaline was entirely out of fear but the only thought that seemed to consume my head was of him.
When is he coming back?
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