Destined By Hate

CHAPTER-18

                                                          ~Author~

A single tear slipped from her wide, frightened eyes, tracing a slow path down her cheek. She stood there frozen, barely breathing, every muscle in her body locked in place by sheer terror. His words, twisted and possessive, echoed in her mind, drowning out everything else and filling the air around her with a suffocating weight.

Her breath hitched, uneven and shallow, and her chest tightened as panic overwhelmed her. The room around her began to blur, the edges of her vision darkening. She blinked, trying to steady herself, but her body refused to cooperate. The adrenaline coursing through her veins turned into a sickening chill, making her limbs feel heavy and disconnected.

Suddenly, her legs buckled beneath her, and she felt herself slipping. But before she could hit the ground, he was there, his strong arms catching her, pulling her against him. "No! Stay with me!" he exclaimed, his voice urgent, a stark contrast to the madness she had just witnessed.

His grip was firm, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body as he cradled her. Panic flickered in his dark eyes, a hint of something softer and protective emerging from the depths of his obsession. "Guards!" he shouted, his voice slicing through the air. "Get in here! I need help!"

As the guards rushed in, he held her closer, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against her ear. "You're okay. I've got you," he murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion. She felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, a stark reminder of the possessive energy he exuded. "You're safe. No one will hurt you. Not while I'm here."

His gaze darted between her face and the door as the guards entered, concern etched across his features. "What happened?" one of them asked, rushing to his side.

"She passed out. She's scared. I need you to check on her," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Stay close. Don't let anyone in. Not until I say so."

The guards nodded, quickly assessing the situation and readying themselves to respond to any threat that might arise. But all she could focus on was him—the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at her, a fierce protectiveness wrapping around her like a shield.

As she struggled to regain consciousness, the world around her slowly came back into focus, blurred shadows and muffled voices beginning to clarify. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, the solidness of him anchoring her in a tumultuous sea of fear.

"Look at me," he said softly, his voice almost pleading as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you."

In that moment, she felt a flicker of warmth beneath the overwhelming terror—a sense of being protected, even if it was from someone as dangerously possessive as him. She realized he would do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant locking the world outside away forever.

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I woke up in a dark room, my surroundings barely visible through the haze of confusion and fear. Shadows danced along the walls, and the air felt heavy and thick, like a weight pressing down on my chest. Panic surged through me as memories flooded back—his face, his words, the way he had caught me as I was about to fall.

In an instant, the calm of unconsciousness evaporated, replaced by a rising tide of dread. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't be near him. He was a psycho, a man who reveled in control and power, and the realization sent shivers down my spine. I had to find a way out. My heart raced as I scanned the room, searching for any potential escape.

The window was too high to reach, and there were no visible exits apart from the door, which was likely guarded. I could feel my thoughts spiraling, the isolation gnawing at my sanity. I would go mad if I stayed here any longer, trapped in this twisted game. My mind raced with desperate ideas, but none of them felt like real options.

Just then, the door creaked open slowly, and my breath caught in my throat. He walked in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light, and as soon as he noticed I was awake, he rushed toward me.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and urgent, the tension palpable in the air. "You're awake." His presence loomed over me, his shadow enveloping the small space I occupied, and I instinctively pressed myself against the wall, trying to create distance that didn't exist.

"I—" My voice faltered, shaking with the remnants of fear and uncertainty. "Where am I?"

He knelt beside me, his expression a mixture of concern and something darker that sent fresh chills racing through me. "You're safe," he insisted, reaching out to brush my hair from my face, his touch both tender and terrifying. "I was worried about you. You scared me when you passed out."

His words twisted in my mind, and I couldn't help but recoil from his touch, my instincts screaming at me to run. But there was nowhere to go. I was trapped, and all I could do was stare into his eyes, searching for any hint of the monster he truly was.

"I don't want to be here," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "Let me go."

He shook his head slowly, a grin creeping across his face that made my stomach turn. "You belong here with me. I can't let you leave. Not ever."

As he leaned closer, the warmth of his body enveloped me, but all I felt was the chill of fear spreading through my veins. My heart raced as I realized the depth of his obsession, and I knew then that I had to find a way to escape—before it was too late.