“Adrian, please don’t. You know, I can’t!” I said, my tears were falling sideways and into my hair, I was crying a river, to be honest. Adrian growled, “Shut up, it’s not what you think it is.”
I heard him open a cabinet and pull out a glass bottle, I couldn’t see what it was because I was lying on the slab. “Then? What is it?” I asked curiously. My breath hitched as I felt him pull up my shirt, “No! Adrian! No!” I fought him but he smacked my head lightly, “Shut up!”
I kept quiet, “Suck your breath in.” Adrian commanded. I chuckled, “What the hell?”
“Suck it in.” He said, being a model meant that I had hollows in a lot of places. I pulled in my breath, but I was still able to breathe. There was now a hollow between my ribs and my navel.
“Beautiful.” He said and I felt cool liquid being poured into that hollow. I flinched with discomfort, “Adrian, what are you doing?” I squirmed.
“Don’t move, I’ve wanted to this this for a long time.” Adrian drawled on, he had a hazy look in his eyes, he suddenly raised the bottle and showed it to me.
“Smirnoff? Is that what you have poured on me?” I asked, I bit my lip trying to supress a smile, this is so stupid.
He nodded and took a swig from the bottle, he then bent down and began to suck on my flesh, and it was tickling me, “Adrian! No! God!” the feeling was similar to blowing raspberries on a baby’s tummy. I began to push his head away. Adrian smiled, “Just the last drop, Milla.” He kept licking me, till I could bear it no more, “ADRIAN!” I shoved him away and pulled myself upright so that now I was sitting on the slab.
“Party pooper.” Adrian smiled at me. Despite my annoyance, I couldn’t help smiling, “How old are you? Twelve?”
Adrian counted his fingers, like a kindergartener, “Umm…no ma’am, I am twenty seven.”
Twenty seven.
Alex was twenty seven, grief rushed through me again as I jumped off the slab and went to the bedroom, I sat down at the edge of the bed. My tears were making an appearance again. I wiped them, with my left hand, seeing as my right hand was still injured.
Adrian leaned against the doorjamb, “Is there something you want to tell me? I am waiting for your decision, you know?”
“Don’t rub it in.” I snapped and pressed my temples, “I want to get outta’ here Adrian. Please? Let me go, I told you, I can’t go back to this life.”
“I can’t, Milania.” Adrian said in a soft voice, he sat on the ground and took my hand in his, he kissed it softly and said, “I can’t let you go.”
“Please? I know you have a code to enter and exit the place. Give it to me, let me go and come at my will. I swear I will be here, I won’t run away. Please…and no, I can’t spend my nights with you.” I said it all in a rush and then sighed, “Please? I am begging you.”
Adrian gave a loud, short laugh, “Give the code to you? You won’t run away? Aw, come on Milania, you and I both know that you are too bad for your own good. And that you are way smarter than what you let on.” He kissed my hand again.
“So you are going to imprison me here, huh? No phone? No means of getting in and out? Nothing…” I replied.
“Precisely.” Adrian replied.
“I will kill myself.” I simply said.
Adrian’s expression darkened, “What did you just say?”
Uh oh.
I knew I had blown a gasket in Adrian’s mind, he was possessive and now, he would just prove it, I repeated my sentence with no ounce of emotion in my voice.
“You will do no such thing!” Adrian scrambled to his feet and pulled me up to his chest, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, “I have given a lot to get you here. I can’t just let you go.” He kissed me, a long, hard furious kiss. I didn’t respond, keeping my mouth shut as tightly as I could.
I felt Adrian smack my ass, I opened my mouth in protest but felt Adrian’s tongue slide in, tasting me and wanting me, I could feel him getting hard, I pushed him, but he didn’t let me go. His lips moved down to my neck, he bit it, and this time it wasn’t soft, it was hard. I yelped in pain, “ADRIAN! What the hell are you doing?” I pulled at his inky hair but it wasn’t working, “Adrian! Stop!” I pleaded and in a flash, Adrian threw me on the bed, he stood at the end of it, “Killing yourself? Really? Drop to that level? Wow, you really are spineless.”
I scowled, “Spineless? Hypocrite! You brought me here. Key word: you. So don’t you dare fucking tell me about my spine. All I am asking is for a bit of freedom, put your guards with me, I don’t fucking know. But all I know is, if I have to be in this shithole, the least I can ask of you, is for you to give me a bit of freedom.”
“Freedom?” Adrian laughed, “So that you can go and call Hellenia? So that you can scramble away to that place you came from? Or to go to Alex, and watch him unmoving in front of you?”
I threw the handcuffs that were lying on the bed at Adrian’s head, he dodged it
“Don’t you dare bring Alex into this conversation! I will have your heart on a plate if you do.”
“But it is about him isn’t it?” Adrian sadly smiled at me.
“Yes. But I need to be free Adrian. Please!” I said again.
“Let me think about it. Go to sleep. Good night.” He said. He exited the room and switched off the lights leaving me in pitch darkness.
“Good night.” I whispered after him.
YOU ARE READING
Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)
Chick-LitMilania Harper Devonian, thought that she had left it all, when she ran away from her abusive boyfriend in the middle of the night. One year has passed and she has recovered. Coming back stronger and harder as a Victoria's Secret model. An assignmen...
