"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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The beast.
Suddenly I feel unsure of being trapped with him in this confined space, where nobody can stop him, or hear my screams.
I push him. His chest feels like a stone wall and he doesn't budge, not even an inch. He, nor his gaze flicker as he continues to stare at me with a silence of storm.
"Dakota, move." I show my fake bravery, feeling scared of my safety.
My insides panic. I can't stay in these closed four walls with him now that he has taken all the space and standing like an unflinched wall between me and the only exit.
"Step aside." My attempt of boldness feels like a thin veil, easily torn away by the intensity of his gaze. "I want to leave."
"No." His response echoes with a sinister finality, sending chills down my spine.
The washroom feels smaller with each passing second and the way his anger fills every inch of the corner, it all presses down on me like a physical weight.
"My body... My heart is not something to be betted upon." My voice quivers, betraying the fear I fought so hard to conceal.
"It was you who started this. And I am putting an end to it here." I state, looking into his deathly hallows.
Dakota leans in dangerously. His face now inches away from mine, and I feel his warm breath, a disturbing caress on my lips.
"You are mine. All mine." He declares, a possessive tone lacing his words.
"Or do I need to bury myself deep into your cunt to remind you who you belong to."
A shiver runs down my spine as he squeezes my neck hard. His eyes hardly have any warmth of green in them as if he is fully consumed by his cruel side.
His another personality that hates me to his very Black core.
The one who used me like a fuck toy, and then discarded me like a worthless piece, without caring to even show mercy at my innocent body.
Tears prick my lashes as memories of his brutality rushes back to me, once again reopening the wounds I had tried so desperately to heal.
A sickening game of revenge with my body.
This man didn't care for my dignity, or my bleeding heart, and now also he doesn't care about my tears as they stream down my cheeks.
He is heartless and inhuman.
"You are pathetic, just like Ryan." I grit, the name tasting like poison on my lips.
"I am not Ryan." Dakota hisses back, venom dripping from his each word.
"Right.. You are worse than him." I retort with equal venom.
Though Ryan had treated me like a toy too, at least he hadn't forced himself upon me!
