Beautiful temptation |18+

EIGHT

SABRINA

When I was younger, I always hated horror movies. 
 
In my young, calculated brain, all I saw were people making all kinds of stupid decisions in the name of plot. 
 
It pisses me off, and I always knew how I could make better choices, run the other way, not engage. But here I am, taking small, cautious steps around my house, my hand gripping the biggest knife I own, my heart ready to jump out of my throat. 
 
I know that I locked my backdoor; there's no way that I would leave my door open in a fucking storm. 
 
My grip on the knife tightened, and I found it hard to breathe, and I didn't want to, unsure who could hear me. 
 
After all, someone is in my house. 
 
I tried to call the police, firefighters, anyone I thought could help me. But to my horror, my line wasn't going through, no matter how hard I tried. 
 
I didn't know if it was from the rain or if someone had cut off my line. 
 
I was stuck in my house with an intruder. 
 
I walk up to my bedroom, the last place I haven't checked, and the only sound is the pouring rain and the sound of blood rushing through my ears. My hand wraps around the handle of my door, and I raise my knife in the air, taking deep breaths to steady myself. 
 
I pressed my ear against the door but heard only silence. 
 
With another deep breath, I swung my bedroom open, sliding through the air with my knife as I yelled. 
 
When I didn't hit any flesh or hear any screams, I stopped, looking around the room.
 
The candle I placed on my dresser did poorly to illuminate my bedroom, but it tried; it didn't portray a single soul.
 
There was nobody here. 
 
I let out a whine, running my hand through my hair. There was nobody here, and I just made a fool of myself in my bedroom.
 
I probably forgot to bolt the backdoor, and the winds blew it open. 
 
I chuckled to myself, sitting down on my bed to grasp how stupid this whole thing was. Ever since they found those cameras, I've been so anxious about everything. Every little noise makes my heart skip a beat.
 
At this rate, my heart is going to explode in my chest.
 
“I never would have thought you're into knife play, Piccolo Fiore.”
 
I let out a shriek, spinning around so fast that I thought I had snapped my body in half. 
 
He positioned himself on the chair beside my bed, far away from my candle's reach. But his gray eyes shone in the darkness, watching my movement with calculated precision. 
 
And they did not look happy.
 
I pointed the knife at him. “What are you doing in my house?” 
 
“I'm not the one to particularly enjoy knife play, but I'm sure we can make it work.”
 
“I said, What the hell are you doing in my house?!” 
 
I had no idea where my confidence was coming from, and I don't know if it was the right approach. He's still sitting in my chair, watching the knife tremble in my hands as I try to figure out a plan for the next step. 
 
Do I run? Do I scream? I'm frozen in place, and my only hope for protection is my weak knife, which I know damn well wouldn't do much to save me if he charged after me. 
 
Oh god, I don't know what to do. 
 
I'm trapped in this house with William Ciro, without a single help on the way.
 
I am most certainly fucked. 
 
A soft thump sounded below me, and I looked down at the resignation papers sitting half open on my bed, barely visible in the dim light. 
 
“Explain yourself.” These two words sent a shiver down my spine, and I swallowed. 
 
I expected him to be pissed about it. But I thought he would just be mad and move on to the next available girl and forget about me.
 
But what I did not expect was for him to break into my house to confront me about it.
 
“I don't have to explain myself to you. Get out of my house, '' I snarled, hoping it would hide the tremble in my voice. 
 
“I won't tell you again.” His voice was so eerily calm, each low note sending waves down my back. 
 
What should I do? Oh god, what do I do?
 
I ranked my brain with all the possible scenarios of how this would go, and my panic only increased at the realization that none of them would end in my favour. 
 
I didn't say anything because I knew my next statement would only anger him more than he already is. 
 
I took a step backwards, my eyes dashing towards the door in a desperate attempt to escape. 
 
“Don't even think about it.” My eyes turned back to him, still in the same position. 
 
Still in the darkness
 
“I have to say, Sabrina, I’m very disappointed.” I heard his move, his eyes now leaning in at me. 
 
“William-”
 
"First, you got rid of most of the cameras, that, I can get behind.” A lump formed in my throat.
 
Most?
 
“Then you changed your locks. Again, I can understand.” His eyes met mine, and I could see the rage behind them. 
 
“Now you have decided that you want to quit?” There was a hint of anger in his voice. 
 
“What makes you think that you can get up and leave me, hmm? What makes you think that you have that choice?”
 
“Because it's my life, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to,” I snap back. 
 
“I guess it's about time I showed you who you belong to.”
 
“I don't want you here, William.”
 
He said nothing, his dark eyes watching me with calculated perfection, like a predator waiting for the right time to strike.
 
I hate it. 
 
And most of all, I hated the fact that it turns me on, and he knows it. 
 
“I don't want to hurt you,” I whispered, knowing I'm fighting a losing battle. 
 
He chuckled, the sounds sending goosebumps up my arms. 
 
“You couldn't even if you tried love.”