People always leave. Even those who said they never would.
ᏃHᎪᏒIᎪᏁ SᎾᏞᎪᏟᎬ -
Want to know who makes me want to rip my hair out?
Alastor.
It used to be for other, pleasurable reasons, but now I feel as if I can't get away from him.
Everywhere I turn, he's there. Everywhere I walk, he walks there.
Everywhere his voice follows.
Everywhere his scent follows.
Everywhere, he follows.
Like now.
I'm riding Sela, walking us down her favorite trail, Alastor walks next to me.
" Why won't you talk to me? "
Oh, sorry!
It's not like you are the only person I've ever loved, you cheated on me, raped me, abused me, broke my trust multiple times, and are now stalking me.
" I don't want to talk to you. " I grumble.
Sela steps over a fallen tree and Alastor stumbles over it.
" We don't have to talk. We can do something else. " His voice darkens, and I imagine the smirk on his face as I watch the coast.
" I don't want you to ever touch me again. "
" You do, you are fighting it. "
We come across a hill, and we take it, arriving on the beach.
I dismount Sela, and she plops down into the sand, rolling onto her sides. She loves the sand.
" You know you miss the things my hands and mouth would do to you. " He whispers in my ear, arms coming around and gripping my waist.
I cringe away from him, shaking me head.
" Don't. Touch. Me. "
" I've reminded you many times, and I'll do it until you learn. I can touch you wherever I want. " He growls, gripping my wrist. " It's a nice day out, let's make the most of it. "
" I will kill you, " I pull my wrist away from him, " If you touch me again. "
" You can't, and you won't. "
I snarl, grabbing my sword from my belt and pointing it at him.
He reaches to his own and grabs a small dagger, bending down and holding it to Selas neck. She whinnies, being taught not to move around the weapons.
" Don't fucking touch her. "
" You will bring me back to your room, and I will do what I want there, Zharian. I am your husband. You must please me. "
My eyes lock with Selas whose flood with fear and I let out a sigh, placing my sword in my belt.
Alastor smiles, placing his dagger in his belt before walking over to me. He wraps his arms around me, placing his hands on my butt.
I squeeze my eyes closed in discomfort.
" You won't touch her if I do this? " I whisper.
" Of course not, my love. " He whispers in my ear, squeezing his hands.
" Fine, let's go back. "
He smiles, and pulls away, then we're back on our way to the palace.
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