Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 28

Trigger warning: Attempted assault, Overdose.
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"Come here, Remy."

Parsa advanced another step, and I writhed backward, my trembling fingers grasping a jagged shard of glass. "Please... stop messing with me... " I muttered, my voice quivering. He leaned forward, seizing the collar of my T-shirt with his right hand, and lifted me up in a swift motion. As I stumbled closer to him, his left hand captured my nape, pulling me towards him, and he forcefully slammed his lips against mine. "Hmph!"

My eyes widened in shock as his lips greedily claimed mine, devouring me like a ravenous beast, as though eager to drain my very soul. My hands pressed against his chest, clutching the piece of glass I had retrieved earlier. My body froze, paralyzed in place by his possessiveness, despite my desperate desire to push him away. His hands encircled my neck, gripping me firmly as his fingertips burned my skin. My heart thumped against my ribcage forcefully, and my breath became labored, caught between the conflicting drive to fight back and the paralyzing sensation that held me captive.

It was a tumultuous internal struggle, like being ripped apart by opposing forces...

"Nghh!" I let out a whimper as he bit my lower lip, then soothingly ran his tongue over the wounded area. My fingers clenched tightly around the sharp piece of glass, causing tiny lacerations on my skin; tears started to fill my eyes as Parsa glided his right hand down and squeezed my hips, following up with kisses along my jaw, down to my neck. He nibbled at the tender flesh there, his teeth leaving a stinging trail.

"Aah..." I panted heavily, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind as my body was on the edge of submission. I shouldn't do this...

Parsa then seized my upper arms, spun me around, and shoved me towards the dining table mere steps away. My body felt numb as I slammed against the table, my chest aching. His right palm pressed onto my back, pinning me down as he bit the back of my neck with force. "Ugh," I moaned in pain as he leaned over me, his lower body rubbing against my rear. "S-Stop!"

I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes, and with the broken piece of glass in my right hand, I stabbed him in his right flank. Parsa staggered backward, his groan of pain filling the air as he removed the glass and clutched his injury; blood staining his white shirt. I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on Parsa's form. I slowly straightened my back, leaning against the table, my entire body quivering in shock.

My eyes darted anxiously between Parsa's face and the cut on his side, my heart racing with fear. He broke into chuckles, his hand still covering the wound, sending a shiver down my spine. Without a moment to spare, I bolted upstairs, unable to bear his chilling laughter.

I hurried into the bedroom, locking the door behind me before collapsing against it. "What the hell just happened?!" I whispered; my knees pulled close as I trembled in terror. "He won't... He won't die with one cut, right...?..." I mumbled through tears streaming down my face as shock overwhelmed me.

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"...Ryan..."

I jolted awake in response, lifting my head as my vision remained hazy. When did I doze off?... I rubbed my puffy eyes with my palms, feeling groggy; the sun had yet to rise, indicating that I hadn't slept for long.

"...Ryan..." Another knock snapped me out of my daze, drawing my attention to the door. I turned my body, pressing my ear against the door, and inquired, "Are... Are you sober now?..."

Parsa's ragged voice reached me clearly, likely sitting on the opposing side; the door separating us.

"Open the door..." He mumbled in response. "I... I can't... breathe and... the voices..."