His Ðetrimental Ways

「ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ」

She feels a strong grip on her throat and an arm around her stomach pulling her back into the room, Milo has dragged her back into the room quietly. She tries pulling his hands away to release his grip but she's not physically strong, her heart rate pounding faster and faster as every second passes by. He pins her against the wall gently and whispers in her ear "you don't realise how badly you risked your life stepping outside of that door Nataly, he wants to make sure that you fall right into his invisible mouse trap set just for your stubborn little self". He moves his right hand away from her throat and places his left hand against the wall, keeping her up against the wall. She places her head against the freezing cold wall breathing heavily with the anticipation of what will happen next, "I just want to go home and experience the warm embrace of my soft bed, waking up to see the eyes of my loving yet hyper roommate Charlie" she says quietly while a single tear glides down her face. "I know, it's overwhelming being enclosed here but I don't want you to be trapped like a wild animal in a zoo. I want you to try to feel safe in my arms until then, so please trust me in this moment." She slowly nods her head from his request and turns to face his dominating stance, her cheeks start to flush a dash of pink from the intimacy between them.

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Milo's lips brush against hers and he smiles, their lips nearly pressing together heightens the hormonal feelings between them yet he pulls away and sighs. "I don't want a love story with Stockholm syndrome, well- No, that would be a bad story to tell our kids, don't you agree?" he gives a cheeky smile towards her flustered face. "Our kids?- Bad story?- Why do you say idiotic comedic jokes at the worst timing ever?". "It's called lightening the mood, try it sometime" he says teasingly. She rolls her eyes at his comment and tries not to smile, the putrid scent of malt liquor fumes rising up her nose. "What is that disgusting smell? It's revolting", she pinches the bridge of her nose looking at Milo. He quickly grabs her arm and they slide themselves under the narrow empty bed gap. They just manage to squeeze under when the door slams wide open to reveal a hammered, angry drunk man. His face is shrivelled up with disgust and starts slurring the words to a children's nursery rhyme. "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down",Nataly grips Milo's arm nervously as the drunken man seems to be getting closer and closer to the bed. "London bridge is falling down" the father says with an aggressive tone in his voice. "MY.... FAIR..... LADY...." the father roars as he pulls apart every sheet layered on the bed than starts to rip them up throwing them on the ground with a hysterical laugh. Milo holds Nataly close and keeps a hawks eye on each move and sound coming from this psychotic twisted man. The father takes a deep breath in and giggles with extreme excitement, "Little girl, your punishment won't be bad if you reveal yourself!". She opens her eyes wide in shock and fear, gripping tightly onto Milo she starts to shake from the anxiety built up inside of her. Milo's expression is frightening, he looks so furious that he would burst into flames. The father starts intensely sniffing the air then walks to the doorway, "I know you're hiding somewhere my little honeypot but I won't let you stay away from me forever, I'll make sure you know who's boss" he slurs and stumbles back down the hallway. Milo sighs and slowly pulls himself out from under the claustrophobic gap. The loud bang of a gunshot can be heard on the other side of the wall, the father is shrieking with thrill. Another bullet is shot and it pierces through the bedroom door, Milo and Nataly try to push the desk nearby to barricade the door. "Time to serve your crimes and sins little children".

- Sorry for the chapter being short!~ I've been busy with school but I'll make sure to update as frequently as I can!~ <3