MILLENNIUM:968 Days

"You are mine,got that?"

There was something about the way he said. Like he meant it.

I could his hot breath as it hut the top of my head. His warm hand around my neck.

"No one is allowed to touch apart from me. No one will please you,not even you. That..." He said sliding his hand under my dress and pinching my clit between his fingers. "...pussy is mine. Mine." His breath now hitting my ear.

I could have sworn I hurled.

"The food is ready." Said a lean guy half entering the room,and he emmediatly let go. My heart was still beating hard in my chest,my hands balled in tight fists.

"Let's go and eat,and thus time you are going to eat. I want you healthy for when I rut you."

I still did not reply,for the millionth time. My head low,but not because I was afraid or submission. Submission was the last thing on my list of 'To do's', actually it was not even there. I couldn't stand the side of his face. The way he looked at me. The way he smelled.

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His kind survived on intimacy,control and love. Well, that's what he wanted from her. To have control. But she was different. Two obviously dominant creatures in one room was not going to work.

What they wanted was not going to work. The were far too different.