*Trigger warnings*
Threating, sexual acts, adult language
I had lost my conciseness for hours, but it finally had gained back.
My eyes look up in the dark room, a tiny spark of dim green light, glued to the top of the ceiling in the room, the only way for me to see Marks tied up position, sleeping so deeply on my shoulder, soft breathing coming out of him.
I look at him and see the metal door, it felt like it was sucking away the oxygen, I could barely breathe my lungs giving up in the time I need them most.
As I admire mark in dark green light, the metal door unlocks in the small room, a masked man enters, he stays still his gloved hand resting on the metal door like he wants to crush it.
"Who are you?" I whisper softly, he tilts his head softly, opening the door more and more, I flip my eyes away feeling the strong light entering the dark room, the cold weather killing the perfect weathered room.
He lowers himself down to my level, his hands in his knees, his covered face looking down at my tied up form, I could feel his covered eyes switching between mine.
A finger of his tilting my chin up, making my body react with a jerk immediately releasing the grip he had on me. "Answer my question." I say stubbornly.
He holds both of my cheeks with one hand squeezing harder, making me feel like they will collide into one.
The pain hollows in my cheeks, his face turns to mark, that's when I steal the control of my face back. "Don't touch him!" I yell, he looks at him for a second then looks back at me.
"I truly do pity you, from how pathetic you look trying to intimate me with no words." I speak disgust lingering on my tongue, released by my lips.
He grabs my neck with his gloved hand, making my neck itch from his reaction. "I might have to keep that smart mouth of yours occupied." A disgusting reaction is written all over my face, inside of me is a shiver running down cold my body, his voice deep in a dark room, a sound so masculine so lustful fills the air.
"You might have to kill me to ever think I will do that."
He pulls out a knife sharp like vampire teeth, shine matching one with diamond, the tip shimmering so deep waiting to turn from a silver to red of blood.
Fear fogging my eyes as both lips of mine part, I want to back away but the rope me and mark are wrapped around by like we were gifts and the rope was a ribbon.
"I could make that happen right now." I close the gap between my pale lips and smirk. "Then you might lose your ego as you prove that a woman would truly rather die than ever touch you." He places the knife on my neck sliding it softly to the under of my chin.
I stare down at the silver reflecting sharp object he holds, he stays silent for a while. "Let us go." I turn serious.
His head moved to the side a little, he shakes it a little. "You both decided to go to a place you are not allowed to go to." He hardly removed the knife from under my chin making a slit of blood drips down into the ground.
"I would love to carve out every drop of blood out of you right now." He slides the knife against my cheek, driving it everywhere against my body and face.
"Your lustful fantasies can be shoved right up your fat ass." He digs the knife deeper in my cheek, the sharp pain letting a hiss out between my teeth my eyes shutting close.
"Watch your mouth pretty little flower." I try to move my head away for the knife but he sticks my head in place like I'm a doll.
I look outside the door and see whatever is happening, people laughing, chasing each other around and throwing things.
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Eyed Well
Romance"You fucking manwhore!" I point the knife at his throat as he backs up a little, his hands in the air a sign of defeat, a sign only he will show me. "You think that this is a joke." I drag the knife lower to his stomach, his smirk still on his lips...
