Desirable

~10. Don't forget.

A/N: Warning: themes of sex, drug use, abuse and violence.

I REPEAT: NOT FOR FAINT-HEARTED. SKIP IF NECESSARY. I'M SORRY.

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"So you want me make me look like a fool, is that it?" his fiery eyes glare down at the short girl in front of him. Her breathing quickens and she holds on to his hands.

"No, I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," she looks up at him with worried eyes as he swats her hands away from his.

"You think it's okay to flirt with other guys when we're out with friends?" his voice is scarily dark. He grips her skinny wrist tight and she tries to step away and pull back. She couldn't, she was too weak against him.

She hadn't flirted with anyone, she was too scared to even consider it. Clem and her boyfriend went to hang out with some of their friends and a guy had approached her, heavily coming on to her. She never flirted back, she only smiled and politely told him to go away. But from a certain distance away, it must've looked like something else.

"I didn't flirt with him, Mason. I promise, he was just talking to me. Please believe me," she brought her other hand up to his face and cupped his cheek.

Within a split second, Mason had her pinned against the wall with his hand firmly gripping her neck. Clementine scratched at his arm, gasping for air. Her boyfriend leaned in close and looks over her face.

"Who is your boyfriend?" his voice was deep and loud in her face, making her flinch.

Her heart was beating rapidly against her chest and tears sting her eyes.

"You are," she flinches as he leans closer, his thick eyebrows furrowed and muscles tensed.

"Do you love me?" he grips her wrist and holds it up against the wall to stop her from scratching his arm, the grip was way too tight.

Clem could feel her bones being crushed and she yells out in a dreadful scream. She struggles against his intimidatingly strong grip.

"Mason, stop! I think it's breaking-" she groans again when his hand tightens around her wrist and neck. Struggling for air, she gasps and splutters in his face. A terrible pain flooded her entire body.

"Answer my question."

"Yes, I do!" her voice was strangled and weak. It always was when he'd get angry and take it out on her.

"Who do you belong to?" his dark eyes narrow, glimmers of evil shone in them.

With tears stinging in her eyes, she whispers a response.

"You.."

"And don't you ever fucking forget that, Clem." he growls and loosens his grip on her.

She holds on to her injured wrist and heaves to catch her breath again. He places a small kiss on her trembling lips before taking her over to his bed. She lands on her wrist and lets out a yell in pain, but he didn't care.

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Clem wipes her eyes and sits on the edge of the bed with her feet on the carpet floor. Her wrist throbbed with pain as it shakes in her lap, her tired eyes trail up to the man in front of her and he presses his lips gently against hers.

His tall muscular frame goes over to the desk and fidgets with something Clementine couldn't see from her view on the bed. Minutes later, he turns with a full blunt hanging from his lips and his thumb trying to trigger a lighter in his hand. Once lit, he inhales deeply and holds it for a few seconds before steadily blowing the smoke out.