Wrath

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When she said she no longer loved him,his eyes snapped shut.

"Alec,I can't force my heart,now can i?''

She tried reasoning with him before she left but he remained unresponsive with his eyes glued shut.

Now only if she had left during that moment,but the young woman was not aware of what she had awoken.

''Well,Alec,I'm leaving'' her soft voiced drawled out as she made it towards the door,casting one last look towards the expressionless boy and turning around.

Within that split second,his eyes had flew open and his body was crushing hers against the door frame.

''Say that you're leaving again,'' his voice growled out;rigid and disfigured with anger.

And she stood,frozen over with a sickening mixture of fear and shock,only daring to utter a choked ''I am,''.

His eyes flickered,and the placement of his hand on her wrists changed to her throat.He had always admired her elegant neck,long and graceful he had said,like a swan. Every night he had said that,she would blush and with a sigh say ''You take my breath away,''. So tonight as she felt his nails dig into the soft skin of her neck,she truly felt him take her breath away, only to let her drop to her knees after bringing her closer to death than anyone else.

''You're poison Cythera, slow,addictive poison and i'd be a mad man if i let you go.'' ''You are mine.''

His voice etched itself into her head as she felt his hand lift her body, what was a gentle hand became a rough, shoving her fragile body around like a play thing.

His wrath was maddening,and led him to believe she was the cure. So he forced his lips against hers and felt her pull away,resisting him and in turn leaving him without her taste and without cure.

So he kissed her skin again,leaving bruises like love bites with his hands and letting her cries gracefully took the place of her moans.

He grinned at her, a sickening smile,vile, a smile that failed to conceal the anger in the man's eyes. The woman shivered as her own snot ran down to her busted lip. With her back pressed against the wall,as her legs shook with every step he took towards her fragile frame.

He had always loved blue against her copper skin,so when they found her,she laid in shades of blue-black.

With one sole flower pressed against her palm;his sorry apology for breaking through her world.

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