His Possession

Chapter Thirteen:

Warning: Some more mature content

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW

I held my head high as I felt Stefan's finger linger on the inside of my inner thigh, feeling bile rise up in my throat. His hand rested firmly at my panty line, trailing his finger along the hem of them. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, letting out a small whimper instinctively. His touch was cold, like ice. Unlike Luca's, whose was hot as hell.

"You're sick." I spat, struggling to come up with any words.

Stefan only chuckled and moved the knife away from my cheek. Slowly he trailed it down my face, reaching my jaw line and tracing around it slowly. He didn't cut me, which surprised me. He only traced it softly along my skin, purposely being careful not to cut me. I still held myself completely still, with one wrong move my blood would cover this entire floor in a matter of minutes.

Stefan continued to trail the knife down my jawline, slowly reaching my neck. I felt myself shudder in return as the cool metal touched my throat. I gulped hard and felt the knife bite into my skin, making me gasp.

Stefan chuckled and I could feel him smile beside my ear. His hand rested in the same spot, I attempted to clench my thighs in response, only to have him dig the knife further into my neck.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes Princess, how does that sound?" I jerked my body upright in response to him trailing the knife below my dress top and between my breasts. I felt him his smile grow wider and his breathing deepen.

My chest rose and fell in a panic, making Stefan cut into the material further.

"I think I'd actually like to see your face when I do this." Stefan pulled the knife away from me, and stepped around to my front. He lowered himself between my legs and I attempted to squeeze them shut, but he only pried them apart with ease.

My arms began to feel numb due to lack of circulation, and my toes were still numb from the puddle of water that laid beneath the chair. Stefan placed the knife beside him and reached for my legs. I quickly jerked back went I felt his cold hands on both of my thighs, he reached my waist and gripped it tightly, sending a shudder down my back.

Stefan quickly grabbed the bottom of my dress, and before I knew it, he ripped it all the way up to my throat. I let out another strangled cry, feeling my breathing get shorter and faster. I couldn't keep my panic under control.

Stefan ripped off what was left of my dress, tearing it off my shaking body and tossing it aside. I was left only in my bra and underwear now. I immediately shut my eyes and felt tears well up, feeling that they were going to escape at any second now.

"That's much better, don't you think?" Stefan's eyes wandered over my body. His gaze went from my legs up to my chest. I twisted my arms, futility trying to get them out of these ropes. Stefan noticed this and shot up to my level, his face only inches from mine.

"I see you still haven't understood what mints are?" My thoughts rambled out before I could stop them from escaping my lips. I parted my mouth in surprise at my own stupidity, feeling a whole new wave of fear wash over me suddenly.

Stefan leaned closer to me, his eyes locking with mine as he leaned close to my ear. I felt him inhale deeply and reach for my hair. He began twirling it between his large hands, bringing up a few more strands and smelling my hair.

My face scrunched up with disgust and I tried to crank myself away from him.

"You smell like lavender. I love lavender." Stefan ignored my remarks. Usually they would have set him off, but since I was at his mercy, he didn't even seem fazed by them.