"FUCKING EAT, BUTTERFLY!"
He shouted again, and I cried out loud, taking the food into my mouth, while he sat there, watching me.
"P...ple...ase..." I whimpered, but he ignored me.
He suddenly stood up, shoving the chair back, and stormed toward me with angry steps. Sitting down beside me, he snatched the spoon from my hand, stabbing it into the food. He grabbed a large bite, and I shook my head in refusal, crying, but he seized my chin roughly and shoved the fork into my mouth.
The small amount of food spilled from my lips as the rest remained inside.
"WHEN I SAY EAT, YOU EAT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he shouted, and I cried, nodding my head over and over. His face came close to mine.
"And I haven't forgotten how you were grabbing his hand, so be prepared for the worst, Butterfly," he warned in a low, menacing tone, before standing up and throwing the spoon harshly onto the floor. He walked out.
The students kept watching me cry. My anxiety, heightened by my surroundings, surged, and I quickly got up, running out.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist. I turned my head and saw Rhys standing just outside the canteen, leaning comfortably against the wall, like he had been waiting for me to come out—and maybe he had.
I cried again, trying to wrench my wrist free, but with a sudden jerk, I was pulled into his chest.
His hands rested on my shoulders, and I sobbed in his arms.
"Please... let me go," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.
"Don't," he said.
My eyes widened at his words, but his smirk made the meaning clear.
"Save some for later, Butterfly," he whispered, his face drawing closer to mine.
The students continued to watch as he started dragging me with him. He pulled me until we reached the terrace, where he opened the door and led me out under the open sky.
"Come here," he ordered, pulling me closer, his eyes locked on my tear-streaked face while mine were fixed on his.
He chuckled and took a few steps back.
"Aren't you whoring around too much? First that guy Ryan, and now him. Who was he?" he spat the words out without a second thought. I collapsed to my knees, crying out loud.
"I AM NOT!" I shouted through my sobs, but he came closer, laughing.
"Yes, you are, Butterfly," he said again, and I lowered my head, mumbling through my tears.
"No... I'm not... I'm not..."
A few moments passed, and he crouched down beside me, one knee on the ground for balance. His hand caressed my hair.
"You're not?" he said softly. I quickly lifted my head, only to see him so close.
"Because you're mine," he continued, and that's what I couldn't understand. I whimpered, closing my eyes, crying painfully, while he just sat there, watching me.
"Enough, Butterfly," he finally said after what felt like forever, but my sobbing continued. He touched my cheek with one hand, sliding it to the back of my head, pulling me even closer.
"Shh... it's enough," he whispered in that deep voice of his, and I gulped at the proximity, nodding my head.
He wiped my tears away.
"Sit straight," he commanded, and I bit my lip before obeying, crossing my legs as I sat on the floor. He adjusted himself and suddenly laid his head on my lap.
I was shocked, but he seemed unfazed.
His eyes stared ahead, while mine stayed on him.
"Look ahead," he said, and I turned my gaze to the blue sky. I could feel his head shift back straight, and he looked up at me. His stare sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't dare to look at him until he said,
"Look at me." And I did.
His dark eyes met mine. Slowly, he raised one hand and placed it on mine, guiding it gently to his hair, making me caress it.
"Keep doing it," he demanded, and I nodded, my hand stroking his hair while his gaze stayed fixed on me, our eyes dancing back and forth between each other's faces.
"Butterfly..." he said, and I gulped, looking at him.
"I want to destroy you," he murmured, his eyes darkening. My hands trembled, and before I could stop it, a tear fell onto his face.
"Didn't I tell you to stop crying?" he said darkly. I nodded, quickly wiping away my tears. My hand returned to his hair, caressing it again.
"What does your dad do?" he asked, and I swallowed hard, not wanting to answer.
"Lie, and you'll see worse than this," he warned.
"Co...rpo...rate se...cret...ary..." I stammered, barely audible.
He hummed in response and asked again, "Where, Butterfly?"
I clenched my free hand into a fist while the other continued stroking his hair. "SK Corporation," I answered.
He hummed again.
"And your mother?"
"Housewife," I replied.
"What about your brother?"
"A student," I said.
"Where did you study before?" he asked.
"I was homeschooled," I answered.
His eyes widened briefly, then his lips curled into a smirk. "So my Butterfly has just flown from her cage," he said in that deep voice of his.
"W...what?" I stuttered.
"I hope my Butterfly doesn't have a boyfriend in her life, right ?
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Storie d'amoreI wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't hea...
