- Aconite - ˢᵉᵒⁿᵍʲᵒᵒⁿᵍ

- Guilty -

- Pov. Seonghwa -

Just like yesterday his muscular frame pressed me against the wall of our shared bedroom, continuing the kiss, that I started tenderly, with harsh teeth.

The soft sound of repeatedly colliding lips was long gone. The addictive softness disappeared once he responded to my initially soothing touch.

He at least didn't devour me with his words anymore.

Now, instead he bruised my lips, left marks all over my throat and imprinted his painful grip on my hips in the shape of his hands, taking my pureness forever and painting my body with guilt.

The guilt of never having agreed to any of this.
The guilt of not being able to say no, even when I'm aware what's about to happen.
The guilt of knowing I'm letting my body get used and abused over and over again just to make it out alive.

It eats me up, drowns me in it till everything else within me perishes. Till all that's left is his marionette, his personal toy to take his anger out on.

I just hope his actions won't have as much impact on me as his words do, taking my complete confidence and destroying my personality traits with it as well, washing all of my being off, till it'll be considered as a part of him.

His touch couldn't be as bad as his words, right? The bruises can be covered with clothes or makeup and maybe there won't even be scars left, maybe they'll fade. But his words? They'll stay in my mind forever. They'll leave chronical wounds, dooming my fate.

His left hand wandered up my torso, wrapped itself around my throat and applied pressure, depriving me of oxygen, making my mind go blank and filling my thoughts with pure panic.

All of the physical touch he put me through, felt like insects crawling on my delicate skin, making me wanna vomit.

He chuckled darkly, as he retracted from the lip bruising kiss, clearly being amused by the view of my anxious, docile state.

"Look at me, sweetie." He whispered, his hot breath fanned over my ear, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

Fearing to open my eyes only to meet the ones I once loved being filled with rage, I didn't dare to move an inch.

"I said, look at me." His sudden change of tone sent chills down my spine, as he increased the pressure around my neck.

Knowing what he's capable of, I finally obeyed his order, opening my brown, with fear filled eyes and seeing that my prediction was true.

My partners face was filled with so much anger, that it spilled onto me, staining me with his cruel poison.

"Look at what you make me do. Behaving so bad that I'll need to punish you." I just wanted him to shut up and fucking act on it. I wanted all of this to be over already.

"See, I don't wanna do this, you did this all to yourself." He bit out between gritted teeth before a harsh slap was delivered to my cheek. The hot tears I held oh so desperately onto, finally spilled over and ran down my face, as the pain spread through me.

My breath quickened, but the man's grip around my throat didn't losen itself, it stayed put, increasing my panicked state only.

"Please." I choked out, fearing that I'll pass out and he'd still use my body for his own desire only.

"Please what? Speak up."

He was cruelly deranged.

"Please-" At this point I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore.
Was it him letting go of me or just finish what he has started and kill me already?

My mind went crazy and searched desperately for any way to survive.

"Please just fuck me-"

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Well, at this point I don't even know what to say-

Any opinions or feedback?

I hope Wattpad won't take it down, as it's the censored version already.
I'm actually pretty tired of not being able to write out the whole insanity of my mind.