"All monsters are human."
- American Horror Story
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iii.| IntoxicatingRamsay guided me through an endless assortment of hallways, listing off insignificant information as we went. "So, how old are you, sweetheart?" he questioned, glancing back over his shoulder in my direction, and I met his blue eyed gaze sucking my lower lip between my teeth. "Nineteen." I replied quickly, and as if pleased with my answer he smirked and turned forward once again. "You got a lot of curves for your age. I mean damn, I almost fucked you right there in front of my brother." he stated with a low chuckle, and my heart skipped a beat as a shaky breath escaped my lips.
We entered a dark room, and I jumped a bit when the door closed. "Now, why don't you do me a favor and strip, aye?" I gasped out as I felt warm hands squeeze my waist, Ramsay pulling me flesh against his toned chest. "Please, don't do this." I implored softly, earning a cold chuckle in response as his warm breath hit the skin of my neck. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his stubbled chin brushing against my jaw as he inhaled deeply. "So intoxicating....and pure," he whispered lightly into my ear causing me to shiver, "I wonder what it will be like to break you." he finished his thought with a groan as his lips pressed against my skin, trailing down over my neck.
My legs went weak as I whimpered in fear, pulling away from him quickly. "No...don't touch me." He was quiet, and the fact I couldn't see his face made this moment ten times worse. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my throat, and I yelped loudly when he squeezed, quickly losing oxygen. "How dare you talk to me like that. I will do whatever I goddamn please, whether you hate it or beg for more; I will fuck every hole on that little body of yours, and you will take it." he hissed, seething with anger as the smell of his mint toothpaste filled my senses. "Do I make myself clear?" he questioned, and when I didn't answer his grip on my neck tightened.
"Answer me!" he snarled out the command loudly, and I flinched back at the animalistic sound. "Yes!" He let go of my neck, and I coughed as I inhaled a deep breath of relief. I could hear footsteps echoing throughout the room before a light was turned on, and I had to cover my eyes as the light stung. I could see him now, standing before me, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. "Now strip."
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A/N I realize this is a little short but eh, oh well, not much I can add to this chapter.
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