Fear and Loving

Chapter 3: A Surprisingly Civil Encounter

Lost in thought, I hadn't noticed that he had gone quiet. Everything had gone quiet; even the air was still & drastically cooler than before. What did I miss? I looked at him closely. His body language was different. He no longer looked sad and apologetic. He looked cocky and dangerous. But what almost succeeded in ripping a scream from my throat was that his eyes were now red. I wanted to scream and run. This is how he looked when he was going to inflict some sort of pain on me. Resistance was futile. I closed my eyes awaiting my death, silently praying to whomever was listening that it would be swift and painless. I waited, and waited, and waited until; when I had finally had enough and was about to peak, his hand made contact with my throat. He wrapped his long fingers around my neck, not as gently as before but still not at all painful. I still shook violently, as pain was always a possibility. I tried to stop my shaking, he would only laugh and mock me for it. Suddenly there was stubble being dragged along my jaw as he inhaled deeply. Oh my god...

"So the little human is my mate hm? How do you feel about that?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't have spoken even if I had wanted to. He was toying with me anyway, he knew how I felt.

"I can feel it you know. Everything. Your fear. Your heart beating wildly. The hate you have for me. And the lust you're constantly trying to ignore." He was whispering softly against my skin as he ran his nose and lips back and forth from my ear to the tip of my chin. I was horrified, first with his unwanted touching, and second with his words. Trying to ignore? I didn't try to ignore anything, I fully acknowledged my physical attraction to him. It was just heavily outweighed by fear and loathing. Ugh. Even supernatural men were idiots. He chuckled then as if he'd heard my internal complaints. Great he reads minds too?

"No little mate, I cannot read your mind. I'm just great at guessing. I can however sense your emotions and it seems I've said something to annoy you." I said nothing. He would be disappointed if he expected me to talk to him. He was a vile creature,a deplorable sadistic man. He didn't deserve my words. My silence will be deafening.

"And now it seems that I've made you angry," he laughed. "But I've said so little! No matter, anger is better than fear. From this day on you need not fear me. I will not harm my mate."
Like I believe that. He pulled back but stayed close enough for me to feel his breathe on my face.

"Open your eyes little mate." Did I dare? Maybe. It could be a trap. He may just want to see my eyes as he ends me. Or...

"Surely what I ask of you doesn't require that much thought?" I could hear the smile in his voice. He'd never smiled at me though, so I had no idea what to expect when I finally threw caution to the wind and opened my eyes.

He looked absolutely sinful. Eyes glowing menacingly in the dimly lit office, his smile was dangerous; predatory... He was beautiful. I wanted to smile back, but I had nothing to smile about. I was still trapped, still unhappy, my life still sucked. I hung my head in shame and defeat. I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep. In fact I could barely keep my eyes open and the room was slightly spinning...