The War is in the Inside

Prolouge

I'm abruptly awoken to a bright, artificial sunlight. I quickly scan my surroundings to gain a grasp of my new situation. After being anticlimactically hit in the head, I'm restrained on my wrists and ankles to a chair that is at a 60 degree angle to the floor. I also noticed that the walls were gray and insipid, with a taunting door in front of me. The only item in the room was a table filled with tools and weapons, including a scalpel, knife, rope, even a bone saw, and more tools that I didn't recognize, and my weapon was not there unfortunately. I looked up and saw a "skylight" of a sorts with no metal supports, just glass. 

I clicked my tongue 5,764 times before the door finally opened revealing my handsome ex dressed in black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, a black cape, and silent, polished, shoes. 

He took not a single breath before asking, "Where the hell is the Dogo going? What are the plans?"

"Cute," I respond. "You think you're gonna get the answers. Ha. Over my dead body, Redav."

"What do you think this table is for?" He smirks his cocky smile at me. I take his proposed challenge.

"I'd take that before I kiss you again."

He strolls over towards me, breaching my personal space. He looks me up and down, judging me silently, with no words. His cobalt blue eyes examined my tattered, burnt, and ripped clothes. 

"Are you saying," he picks up the scalpel "that I torture you?" His cocky smile returns, but this time two inches from my face. I feel his warm breath that sends icy chills running a marathon around my body.

"I am saying that you kissing me is."

He places his hands on my hips. I gasp. His fingers slyly move up the edges of my shirt and pulls my waist towards his. The restraints keep me pinned from moving away from him or even towards him. 

He takes the collar of my shirt and pulls it down. He starts to kiss my chest. One tingling kiss after the other. Kisses and sparks take over my body, tantalizingly, making me flustered. Ice runs through my veins. This murderer is touching me, kissing me. He has no boundaries I discover as his lips move towards my neck and his hands lower down on my waist. 

"Torture enough?" His now erotic tone chilled me to the core. I close my eyes as his lips brush my neck and jaw. He backs away to type in a code. 

The restraints release. 

I run onto him, pressing my lips against him. My legs wrap around his waist as he slams me against the gray walls.

"Yes," I breathe out. 

He looks me in the eye and

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