I always thought true love was something that would happen to you at your own will. You'd chose who to love and if they loved you back then well yay for you. I never thought I'd have to deal with this. I was no longer considered a human being. I was an object. I was his property.

You don't know it...but I watch you. I know your every move. I know your whole schedule, what you do before you do it, your fears, hopes, and dreams. I want you. Not in my usual way...no, I want you beyond that. Can you see me? Do you notice me across the room devouring your entire existence with my eyes? You are quiet, innocent, small...so small, and I am sure you taste just as delicious as you appear to...

...Alex just glares at me without responding. I slam the rest of my clothes into the bag. "I'm leaving." I declare out loud like it wasn't obvious. His hard ice blue eyes tears away from my face slowly and looks down at my bag then slowly back up to my face causing my heart to leap. After a few more silent seconds, he unfolds himself from leaning against the closet's door frame and quietly walk over to the bedroom door. Meeting and holding my startled gaze, he reaches over and slowly turns the lock on the door. "No you aren't."