Obsession

10(ii) Dread

Her breath hitched.

Her heart began to pound loudly in ears. Her shoulders hunched as she tried to shrunk away from him but his hand didn't let her. She began to shake like a leaf as her body almost froze. Her teeth clattered with each other.

She was in a tight corner. In a blind alley. At a dead end. She knew if he had asked her then that was bound to happen. Nobody would stop and could stop him. That included her as well. The single night that she spent with her was enough to engrave a deep trauma in her mind. It was enough for her to know who he was. And what he could do if something does not go his way. How barbaric he could get. His every word becomes a law. Unless whatever left his mouth won't become the truth, he won't rest in peace. One lesson he taught her within that short span was never to challenge him.

She still had the will power and the courage to stand against him in her but the wound to her mind was fresh, that it had her locked her own self in a shell. And the key to that lock was lost. She had lost herself.

"What say?" he spoke.

"Please no. I beg you. Please, I can't......I can't do that," she replied in a shaking whisper.

"What if I say I want to?"

She moved her head sideways to look at him. "Please," she murmured, staring in his eyes directly. Her grey orbs grabbing each brain cell in his mind. Her eyes becoming his only focus. All his attention on just her grey orbs which looked painful, anxious and full of anticipation. He was mesmerized by the beauty of her eyes making him wonder why hadn't he noticed her eyes keenly before. They were so beautiful.... innocent....captivating. And he was captivated.

Suddenly his trance broke and he blinked as his eyes darkened.

"Dhoka deti hain yeh nazrain," he muttered under his breath and turned his head away as he stood up.

(Treacherous are these eyes)

She expectantly looked at him, waiting for his response. Fervently hoping he would let her go, tightly holding her hands.

"Are you.....you-you going to," she couldn't complete her sentence.

"Save it. I'm not," he replied and she took a breath of relief. Closing her eyes, she gulped the restlessness down before opening them again.

"You are joining from tomorrow," he announced.

"I won't," she shook her head, scurrying away from him by going on the far end of the bed like a cat. "I won't," she shook her head again, as she wrapped her arms around her legs.

"You will," he asserted. "Will and have to. I have your sign," he told.

"I don't know how did that happen. I never signed such thing,"

"Do you listen to me or not? Remember what I told you while giving the papers to sign?"

She recalled when he had her undressed completely, he took out a paper from her drawer and forwarded it to her demanding for her sign. Upon asking, he told her it was the contract that she would be getting the money after this night and asked her twice to read carefully while taking off his shirts as his pants were still on him. She tried to cover herself with her shirt lying on the floor when he held her hand and didn't let her. Her body was shivering and her mind was hay-wire. And when she began to read the paper, he stood behind her and began to move his caress her body, moving his thumb from her chest to her bottom, making her more and more hysterical. She was trying to read but couldn't focus, more so, when suddenly he attached her back to his chest and whispered near her ear, "be quick," She remember how her heart was pounding in her chest. He was scrutinizing her body from head to toe while she was bare infront his eyes. Taking the pen, she signed it not being able to read it carefully because of his ministrations on her body.