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"When I saw his eyes, Suddenly I realized, I have ventured into unknown territory and dangerous waters...." - Hazel Haynes
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~Hazel's POV~
Thirty-six f**king hours. That's how long I've been awake. I haven't gotten a lick of sleep.
Why is that, you ask? I looked down at the bruises on my arms to remind me why.
After my encounter with Dom and Leo at the border, Narcissistic Narcissus wasn't too found of our short reunion. Which I couldn't understand why he would bring me to my mate, only to get upset when we act as such. He's my f**king mate! He's the Knew I'm destined to, the one that loves me unconditionally and has never laid a finger on me. This yet, the Narcissist gets upset when we act the way we do.
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"You're suppose to love me!" Narcissus screamed in my face as I shivered in fear on the ground.
"How dare you embarrass me like that?! I'm making you into my bride and you do that s**t at the border? Do you know how disrespectful that is to your future husband?" He fussed.
I laid on my side, staring up at him. I regained very little strength, but not much to run away, but just enough to bury my face into the ground.
"Oh, no answer huh? Well let me show you," he said darkly.
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And as expected, more pain. He grabbed my bruised arm, lifting me off the ground and dangling me in the air to look at him. I winced at the pain and shuddered under his menacing glare.
Like a feather, he threw me across the room, hitting the back of my head on the wall before falling to the ground. I've officially hit every single wall in this room. He's been throwing me around all day and this was the final wall my blood wasn't smeared on and with each throw, I was hoping I would get knocked out so I wouldn't have to endure such pain anymore--but no, I still remained conscious.
Like a doll, he picked me up once more, but by my neck this time, leaving just enough air. With little strength, I grabbed his hand, hoping that he would release me. In which he did but not without slapping me across the face first. Although I landed on the soft bed, it didn't matter against the sting I felt on my face.
I tasted the blood from my now busted lip. Surely I looked appealing to him now. This clearly must be what he wanted--was this his way of showing he fancied me? I rather go back to my no good cheating ex-husband. At least he never laid a finger on me.
