Blood drowns from my face, I feel my heart start to beat at a faster pace, I breathe oxygen but my lungs feel like they are collecting rocks, while I try to scan over his face.
I couldn't even understand what he looks like from the fear that burns my vision completely, I take a gulp lumping it in my throat, looking at my shakey hands that grip my book ever so weakly trying to not let it slip from my grip.
Placing it down shakingly, I move from my seat and leave the class taking a breath.
I place my hand over my chest as I let it rise and fall, like dawn and dusk.
I look around attempting to find a comfortable place where I can be alone for a while, I then spot one that's in front of me.
My shaking legs start to take me away to the bathroom, I feel myself start to run and increase my pace, but as soon as I almost enter, a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me away roughly.
One hand takes both wrists trying to clash them into the wall like a window that's been punched into the wall. I don't dare to look, my eyes close shut refusing to look at him.
His other hand goes to grab my chin, he tries to force me to look at him. "Look at me now." He commands, but I only groan trying to escape his grip as he only tightens it, my bones feel broken and numb.
"I won't command again." It felt like he spoke thru his teeth, spitting it out so I can hear him with so much fear that I can never be able to pick myself up again.
But even if my eyes only know how to be eyed thru fear I will never take a step down.
"Let me go." I say just as sternly as him, but of course a shake has to be added thru the sentence. Now he'll know I'm scared.
"Scared my flower." His tone in tease. "Fuck you." I spit out trying to keep my eyes open, or at least on him.
Fear is written all over my face, only one who is in deep obliviousty can't notice the emotion that crashes into me.
"Such unfortunate language for such pretty lips." He traces his thumb across my bottom lip, then roughly presses on it, the blood slips from the place he hurts.
"Let me go!" My volume gets louder as I now find the courage to hide my fear and snatch my face from his hand. "Why? you look so good shaking." He leans in his lips hover above mine, barely a few inches separate from connection.
I want to know how he looks like but a blur has imprisoned my vision, my mind couldn't take the picture correctly to explain it for me.
"It won't feel so good if you are in prison!" I finally rip my wrists away from his hands, then shove it on his chest and push him away from me.
He doesn't even stumble and practically stays in the same position he lied in before. "That's where you're wrong flower." He says calmly "The police fear me, my status, my everything." He comes back towering over me.
Hsi eyes look down at me. "Now attempt to call the police and I'll punish you right in front of his dead body." I snap and I raise my hand crossing my palm against his cheek.
He doesn't even move but I could see the red start to form. "You speak to me like I'm some doll again and I'll fucking kill you." But the bastard just smirks and bites his lip.
"I would love that feeling seeing you in rage and kill me, fuck the thought of it just makes me want to give you a knife right now." I clench my jaw holding my arms in place so I don't slap him again. "Preferably the one you sucked on." He says against my ear.
Anger over floods me and I push him away and slap his face hard making it move to the side. "You could only get a woman if you forced her to give you what your pathetic desires want."
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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...
