Tainted

Apodyopsis

Apodyopsis| the act of mentally undressing someone
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Ariadne
The tears didn't stop. They didn't stop when we got in the car to head back to Romeo's mansion, and they didn't stop when we finally arrived. I was sure they wouldn't stop anytime soon, and all I wanted was to peacefully cry in my bed. My eyes wandered around the driveway that was now filled with multiple cars coming back. I was hoping Alessio was in one of them, that way I could have him take me to my room. I didn't want to go anywhere with Romeo, absolutely nowhere.

Romeo was speaking to the driver when I last saw him, and there was still no sign of Alessio.

Ugh, just great.

I figured that wasn't the worst thing in the world, at least Romeo would leave me to rot in my own bedroom even if he were to be the one to take me.

"Let's go," Romeo said from behind me, taking my hand in his as he started walking towards the house, not giving me a chance to react. I stumbled a bit, my vision still blurry from my tears.

I didn't protest though, instead, I let him take us inside. Though, I did find it a bit odd that he was taking us into a totally different direction, one that wasn't towards my room. "Where are we going?" I asked, my voice shaky, and I hated it.

"My room." He simply answers, and I immediately stop moving my legs. This causes him to spin around and look at me with an impatient expression on his face.

"I want to go to my room." I didn't want to go anywhere with this man, let alone be locked up in a room with him.

"I didn't fucking ask if you wanted to or not. You're coming to mine whether I have to force you or not." I shake my head almost continuously. He literally wanted to torture and kill me, so does he really want me to sleep with him.

"Why?" My voice was small, and quite frankly filled with fear. I didn't know what he planned to do to me in there, and the worst part was, no one would stop him.

"Can't risk you becoming suicidal, butterfly. From now on, you'll be staying in my room." I almost wanted to scream in frustration.

Did he really think I was suicidal? Well I guess I had every right to be considering the circumstances.

I wasn't going to kill myself, even though it would likely be my only way out of this.

"I'm not." I say defensively, but considering how much he hates my family and I, he wouldn't believe a word that comes out of my mouth. "And I don't have any clothes to change into."

"Wear mine." Is all he says before pulling on my hand again, clearly ignoring the part where I said I wasn't suicidal. Though for some reason, the idea of wearing his clothes ignited every part of my body.

"Where's Alessio?" I ask as if he would be the one come to my rescue.

"Is Alessio going to become a problem? If so, I'll ensure that you don't see him again." He growls, and I flush in irritation. Was he really this hell bent on taking away everything that might make me feel even just a little safe?

I pause and open my mouth, but then close it again. God, he's infuriating. "Why would you do that?"

"Why not?" Is his response. I sigh and continue to walk with him without another word.

Romeo's room was huge and followed the same aesthetic his whole house did. It was modern, and it didn't even look like someone had ever stepped foot in this room. It was so clean and organized that I was almost happy to be sleeping here. Though I was sure Romeo would make me sleep on the floor or something.

The room was connected to a huge master bathroom followed with a walk in closet the size of freaking living room. Okay I was exaggerating, but it was extremely big.