Monster, how should I feel?

Chapter Seven

"It's so beautiful out here!" Avery told herself excitedly while admiring the bright moon as she held on tighter on the holding bars of the balcony.

The man with red eyes took the dragon somewhere so it could rest, Avery stood there by herself quietly as she let the cool breeze hit her pale skin. It was cruel for the king to keep her locked up in the dark for so long. She looked down at the dead dried up grass that surrounded all of the castle, she still thought it looked lovely. She suddenly heard the chamber's door roughly open. She tensed up as she turned around slowly. The king was standing in the doorframe, his pink eyes stared at her intently as he tilted his head to the side.

"Get inside." He ordered coldly as he slammed the door shut.

"I want to stay here," She stated as she glanced down at the chains.

"Do I look like I care about what you want?" The king rudely asked as he snatched a bottle of rum and took large gulps from it. She stared at his muscular abdomen in silence as her eyes moved up to meet his cold ones. His eyes never left hers as he wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand. Avery swallowed as she averted her eyes somewhere else.

"What do you want from me?" She dared to ask. She was tired of not understanding what was wanted from her. He took one last swig from his bottle of rum as he violently slammed it down on the table. His rough boots stomped their way to where Avery was standing. He roughly pulled her towards him.

"I want..." He whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "Everything from you. You are one of my most precious possessions. No one else can have you, but me."

"No, I am not some object you can possess." She stated firmly. The king smirked as he grabbed a hand full of her hair and yanked it back hard, making her neck exposed as he buried his face on it.

"Do not provoke me, you are whatever I say you are." He replied coldly. Avery was frightened of him, his large hands moved down to her waist as she tried to squirm away from him. She brought her hands up to his chest as she attempted to push him. Her fingers met his defined muscles, he pressed himself against her hands. She froze as she realized he was enjoying her touch.

"Stop," She begged as she tried to push his chest with all of her strength. He grabbed her chains and pinned her against the wall with a loud thud. His face dangerously close to hers. He leaned back and looked at her, she could see a glint of something in his eyes. She knew what he wanted, she knew where he was going with this.

"Are you afraid of me, of what I might do?" He whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. Her heart pounded so hard, it was almost painful.

"I..." She trailed off nervously.

"Speak." He growled as he tightened his grip on her waist, his other hand made its way down slowly.

"Stop touching me," She didn't like the strange tingling sensation he was causing in her with his touch.

"You do not tell me what to do." His voice more louder than before.

"I am not-"

"Are you afraid of my touch, or does it please you?" He grinned wickedly. Avery swallowed as he continued. "What do you think I would do to you?"

"Why?" She asked, her eyes were desperate as she stared at him. He looked so calm as he tilted his head to the side. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I am doing this to you very simply because I always get what I want." He replied as he smiled cruelly at her. He grabbed her face with both hands, her skin burnt with an unknown need. She looked into his deep pink eyes, it felt like they were swallowing her. Her chest was moving rapidly up and down due to her heavy breathing. The mark on her wrist started palpitating and pouncing against her aching skin. He was handsome, so inhumanly attractive. She automatically took one step closer to him, hypnotized by his eyes. She was eager to touch him, to feel him. The king leaned down, his hot breath brushed past her savoring lips, which parted in anticipation. He kissed her cheek softly as Avery's knees grew weak. She couldn't think straight, she felt dizzy. He kissed the corner of her lips gently as he pressed his forehead against hers. Their breaths had turned into pants.