L'ANGE DÉCHU- MANXBOY

CHAPTER EIGHT- I RAN +

ANGEL DECKER

After saying that, Zhayne closed the door behind us and sat on the large king sized bed that was placed in the center of the room. He leaned forward and began undoing his cuff links and rolling up his dress shirt sleeves, before intertwining his fingers together and watching me. His head was tilted and his eyes were dark, filled with anticipation. "Stand right in front of me and take your clothes off."

I mentally groaned in despair. I really would give anything to bolt out of that door right now. I even longingly looked back at it for a while, wishing I wasn't stuck in this room with him. But I am. I glanced around the room for anything that looked like an escape route. But I was of course left with no luck. My only option was a window and that would be a far jump. I don't want to risk killing myself. I just want to be free.

"I dare you to run away from me." Zhayne's chilling voice rang through my ears as I tore my gaze from the door to look at him. His left eye slightly twitched as he stared me down, making me feel smaller than I already am. "Do what I told you to do."

The tension in the room was indescribable. At least I felt tension. Zhayne on the other hand looked at ease. But it was no surprise to me, he's sick in the head so he doesn't see the problem with all of this. With my head hung low, I walked over to him with slow and hesitant steps and stood in between his legs which he'd opened as I began heading his way. I knew immediately what that meant as soon as he did it.

I stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the ends of my shirt nervously all while not looking him in the eye. Instead I kept my gaze trained on his chest. I did look up at him through my lashes momentarily, just to see if he was angry or not.

"Angel." His deep voice sent tremors throughout my entire being. I clutched onto my shirt tighter for comfort as I mumbled a small 'y-yes?'. Zhayne pulled me to him and tilted my face upward so I could look into his cold unwelcoming eyes. He pressed a chaste kiss to my quivering lips. "I won't say it again."

I had to blink rapidly to keep tears from falling. I don't want this. God knows I don't. But it's too late. There's nowhere for me to go and I can't fall back on what I said. I don't even know if I would live to see the outcome. This man is crazy.

I let out a broken exhale as I tried my best to keep in mind what I told him that I would do. That is truly what is really holding me back from running away. But not only that, I also know that it just won't be the smartest thing to do. I don't want to provoke him right now. For the time being I need to do what's best and make sure he stays calm.

I chanted in my head over and over that everything is going to be okay and that I just need to relax. Though it's hard when I'm being forced into something like this, it's important to do so before something bad happens. I know what tends to go down when I can't be level headed.

I took in a huge breath of air as I reached for the hem of my top hesitantly. I lifted the shirt from my abdomen and pulled it over my head. I watched in longing as it fell to the floor. The cold air hit my skin as soon as it was exposed, causing goosebumps to explode all over me. My arms unconsciously found themselves wrapped around my small and frail torso, covering myself from Zhayne and the chilling atmosphere.

"Move your arms." He commanded sharply. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he was starting to get annoyed. So I did as he said without hesitation. Like I said before I have to avoid making him angry at all costs.

"Pants, now. Hurry up." I could feel myself dying inside. I can't believe I'm doing this right now. I can recall often thinking I'm going to be a virgin for the rest of my life. But Zhayne is here to prove me wrong. Like a slap in the face.