Dark Desires {SHORT STORY}

.2.

It was only a matter of time before he found me but I didn't think it would be so soon. I had hoped to escape out of the country to get away but it was difficult to get around the city. It was a mistake getting into that dark side of the city but at the time I was desperate. It was tiring hearing relatives tell you how much they hate your guts. So I got into bad things, followed people into alleys, gambling with strangers and getting involved with drugs. And one night I met the name that ran the underground.

Dominic Brooks ran everything. He got the money from dealings and people begging for his help. He was feared. People didn't like talking about him even if he wasn't around. It made me curious about him, I wanted to know more. I searched his name and nothing came up on the internet. It was like he wasn't even alive. I dug too much and that's how I met the man.

I was scared when I was in a room I didn't recognize with a tall man standing in front of me. It was him, he asked me questions as to why I was researching him and if I worked for an agency or anything with cops. My answers were simple and direct and I guess he liked that. I liked his looks and his style. He was a cruel guy, but a guy I fell in love with. Our arrangement didn't begin until I saw him for the second time. He was wearing a black suit that hugged him in all the right way and his dark hair was styled out of his face.

I enjoyed looking at him because he was very attractive. I was surprised when he offered me a deal I couldn't refuse. I wanted nothing more than to be known and I wanted people to fear me. Those words were music to my ears. If I became his I would be living like a prince. Of course I said yes not caring what he exactly what he wanted to do with me. In the beginning I loved it. He ravished me, I was his and he made sure everyone knew. I got everything I wanted when I wanted it and I was respected by others.

But it went down hill quick. He was getting rough in bed and outside of bed. I did enjoy a little bit of pain but not to where I feared for my life. He didn't listen when I told him about my concerns instead he locked me in our room. I was treated like a prisoner and a sex slave for his entertainment. It was cruel and I wanted out. My love for the man was still pure and I hated that I still craved him.

Seeing him again made the feeling come back strong. He knows what he does to me and uses it against me.

"You look scared" His voice was deep and echoed throughout the alleyway.
"We knew it was only a matter of time before I would get you back. You're stuck with me. Forever."

He stalked closer and I want to step back, run away like I planned. When he reaches me his hand cup my face stroking under my eyes. I hate the way I feel when he touches me, it makes my skin crawl but everything else begs to be touched as well. His dark eyes stare into my own almost daring me to pull away from him. To disobey. My brain was the only things yelling at me to push him away, to run away but I couldn't. If it was anyone else, I would've shoved them and continued running.

Dominic is using my love for him against me. I wished for him to stay back so I could leave without feeling bad or anything related to that. It would've been so much easier. Running away from this life was-is impossible and who was I thinking I could get away from all of it.

"I can't go back Dominic" I whisper. I'm not even sure if he heard me. One of his hands move down gripping my neck harshly. He leans in close as I wiggle in his grip. "Three years ago, you made a promise to me. '"I'm yours Dominic, mind, body, and soul"' He whispered. My heart rate picks up, I'm struggling to get air and I feel light headed. "It's like marriage Andy. Till death do we part. You are mine until one of us die" He hisses. Can't...breathe...

My vision blurs and the last thing I hear before passing out is a whisper in my ear. "I forgive you" It all goes dark.
- - - -
When I wake up I'm in a soft bed that feels familiar. My throat begs for water. I go to move off the bed but my arms get pulled back and metal clangs loudly. I gasp as I see my wrists chained to the bed posts. "No, no, no" I mumble tugging on the chains. Panic sets in remembering that last time I was chained.