Collateral Desire [ENG/Complete]

𝟏𝟐. 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

"Get in the car," I almost didn't recognize my voice hissing at her like this. 
"Get in the fucking car!" my teeth pressed as I grabbed her arm, opened my passenger door and shoved her into the seat. The door closed with a loud thud. I immediately locked it shut, hitting that rubber button on my car key like a lunatic, so that she couldn't escape within those three seconds I was walking to the driver's side. As I got in myself, I saw her pouting and giving up her fight.

We took off heading towards my apartment with my enginge roaring. I was livid, I couldn't think straight. When I am enranged or upset, I loved driving angrily as it was a way for me to sort my feelings out, talk to myself, calm down, but not this time. I had to ingore her and just speed down the highway for her own good. She froze in her seat, pouting at me, refusing to acknowledge the severity of the situation. When I took the exit to Landstuhl, she pulled her phone out of her bordeaux purse.
"What do you think you are doing?" slapping the phone out of her hand so it plunged on the floor under her seat.
"Turning off my phone," she responded monotonous. She seemed collected, as if nothing happened, and picked it back up.
"Do you have nothing to say? You have nothing to confess to me? Huh?" I couldn't remember the last time I was so enranged with someone.
"I learned to quietly surrender in hopeless situations," her voice way too calm for my liking. It was in really poor taste how she threw my words, from a while back, back in my face. She had to quietly observe how I took her back to my apartment within the next 30 minutes, and I hoped she begged God for mercy, because I could not be merciless today.

After parking the car on the front street, I dragged her inside clasping her arm tight and shoving her into the side of my body, so that little bitch wouldn't even try to escape. Though, where else would she go, she didn't even have her car here. 
"Are you fucking serious?" it blurted out of me as soon as we crossed my threshold. Slamming the door shut, I pushed her against it, pinning her betweem my arms that were trembling and twitching with anger.
"You did this! I know you did!" and she knew exactly what it was. She lowered her brown eyes, not quite admitting that I was right, but definitely not denying her fault either.
"I know you planted those documents on my supervisor's desk. I know you did! And I don't know how you did it, but you made it seem like I dug up that intel!" feeling her skinny arm in my hand I realized it wouldn't take much pressure to crush it in seconds, if I wanted to.
"We vowed to each other that we wouldn't interfere with our work! You promised me!" it was upsetting that my yelling at her didn't even made her flinch. She just kept looking at the white tile floor with that deadpan expression. Letting her thoughts drift into a different dimension. She shut me out of her head.
"Did the last month mean nothing to you!" seeing her ignoring any of my words, I had to reconsider. This was the most toxic thing anyone had ever done to me. Going behind my back, planting something on a superior's desk and then not even having the guts to admit to it when facing the truth. But maybe its my own fault for trusting a FUCKING spy in the first place? I had to calm down, so I took a few steps back. I should quit the yelling, if I don't want any of my neighbors to eavesdrop, or worse, call the local police.

"Can I go?" she whispered. I was wrong. The erratic yelling did get to her at some point, because her voice cracked. As much as I wanted to hold onto myself, her question ignited a new fury in my chest.
"No, you may not go!" as if some demon had taken over my body, I saw my hand wrapping around her little jaw, pushing myself deeper into her, so she couldn't get away.
"Not before you tell me: what was in those documents?" my heated breath hit her cheek which started to turn reddish. Jane shook her head 'no' and my gaze was met with her signature stern look. This little thick-skulled bitch!
"Okay, if you don't wanna talk. I will find a way to make you talk," never in my life have I threatened someone, let alone someone I thought I fell in love with. Fixating her against the door, my knee pressed in between her's pushing her thighs open. If there was one thing, she never let me do, then it was touching her. All these past weeks, she had been dominating me, getting off on using me like a tissue, make me squeal like a rodent from lust, but she never shed her clothes, always rode that high horse that she never needed any pleasure from me. Or in fact anything else from me.