Emperor of Annihilation

THIRTY THREE

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"No, I don't." My voice came out louder than expected and I clear my throat when his eyes find mine in the cramped car. "I've never belonged to you. Like you said. One good moment doesn't make everything you did okay."

The tension between us is so thick, you could cut a knife through it. I'm even almost tempted to as a form of self defence when the aura around him turns increasingly cold. A shiver runs up my spine, making it into the entrance inside my shirt.

I hate the way he's looking at me, like I was the one who was crazy and not him.

"What?"

I took a long, but much needed inhale, exhaling shortly after before repeating. "I don't belong to you, Ambrose. Never have, never will."

He snorts. "Like hell."

"You don't get to squeeze your way back into my good books all because of one meaningless good deed. You made my life hell these past years to the point where attending school felt like a living hell."

His body was turned to me in his seat, his head leaning against the backseat. Luckily his penis was away. The only evidence of what we did three minutes ago was the dried blood staining his pants, and I'm sure his cock.

When I first met Ezekiel, I was almost a hundred percent certain he'd be the man I'd end up with, not the man I would eventually come to fear.

We were two kids playing house, but now? We're strangers lost in our own world.

His eyes, like pools of inky darkness, bore into my very being. There's a chilling emptiness lurking within them, devoid of any warmth or humanity.

When I gaze into those soulless eyes, I am met with a haunting sensation that sends shivers down my spine. It's as if all traces of compassion, empathy, and love have been extinguished, leaving behind an unsettling void that I can't help but fear.

The old me would've tried to defend him, finding excuses for his behaviour and convincing myself that he couldn't possibly be the monster he now reveals himself to be. But deep down, I know the truth. I have seen the glimpses of darkness within him, the way he manipulates and hurts those around him without remorse.

"If you want to be funny, we can be hilarious." The edges of his sinfully delicious lips curved into a sadistic grin, not bothering to mask the true devil that lurks inside his soul if he even has one. "Like I said, you're mine, you always have been."

This time it's my turn to scoff. I crossed my arms over my chest, a frown pulling on my lower lip. "I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe an apology, even if it's a half ass one, but I should've known better. After all, monsters don't have hearts."

He challenges my glare with a brow. "Is that what you're labelling me as? A monster?"

"That's exactly what you are. Everyone knows it, it just took me too long to realize it, and now that I did, I finally know how fucked up of a human being you have to be to do what you did and expect to get away with it."