Possession

33. A lunatic

Her heart jumped to her throat, when she felt body he had pressed his body against hers and her whole body begin to shiver. The pungent smell of alcohol invaded her senses.

He was drunk.

His shirt had blood spots on it, and this thought was making her tremble whose blood it might be of.

He removed hair from her neck, giving a clear view of her neck to him. She felt goosebumps when his hot breath fanned there. He placed a soft kiss and placed his chin at her neck, pressing her body tightly against hers. And then he uttered the most dreadful words ever.

"Should we continue from where we left?" He whispered near her ear and these words were enough for her to shake with fear.

"Pl..ease" she begged.

"I think we should." He said and grabbed her arm, dragging her towards his room.

She begin to wriggle against his firm grip. She was continuously trying to snatch her arm away from him but he wasn't getting affected much.

"Lea..ve me. Ple...ase." she cried out, shaking with fear.

When they reached the stairs she immediately held the rail of the stairs trying to stop him from taking her to his room. He begin to drag her all the way to his room, ignoring her wriggling. She was continuously trying to push herself away from him, grabbing tightly the rail of the staircase. Her heart trembling in her chest.

Her squirming increased tenfold when he turned around. His eyes murderous, ceasing all her actions.

He left her arm and completely turned around, clenching his jaw.

Her heart jumped to her throat.

Before she could say anything, he held her neck and brought her closer to him.

"You want me to fuck you over here, in the middle of the stairs." He gritted, bringing his face closer to her.

She shook her head hysterically, with widened eyes, holding the lapels of his coat to balance herself.

"Then stop your shit and fucking come with me."

"Please...I dont want to go." she whimpered.

"And I dont give a fuck." He said and removed his hand from her throat, grabbing her arm again, moving towards his room but she still grabbed onto everything coming in her way, causing him to took her in his arms and carry her to his room. He turned the handle and entered inside, placing her on the floor then turning to lock the door again.

Her heart stopped beating. She begin to have cold sweats. Her limbs begin to tremble. She can't stop him anymore.

He turned towards her. His eyes matching her fearful ones.

Zahra fisted her shirt tightly backing away from him.

"Please no. I beg you." She whispered, breathlessly. "Ple..ase. Ple...ase" she cried, backing away, "I dont want this. Please." She begged, her back touching the wall but he was rooted to his spot, his head titlted a bit to a side, taking in her actions.

"Zahra" he said, moving towards her which made her shake.

"Take off your clothes." He declared, when he stood right infront of her. His red drunken eyes still glaring daggers to her fearful brown ones. Her eyes whipped down towards the floor, unable to match his sharp gaze.

"Plea...se not no...ww." She cried, her body shaking tremenduously getting affected by the closeness which made her breathing sharp.

"I'm your husband. I've rights on you." He muttered, caressing her cheek before holding her chin and brought her head up, looking directly into her fear filled teary eyes.