Trapped (z.m)

“I will kill everyone who tries to take you away,” he breathed, his dark, chestnut eyes peering into mine. My heart plummeted and my eyes stung.

“P-please,” I whispered, struggling to pull my fists free from his grasp. “What are you?”

A throaty laugh escaped his lips and he pressed his body against mine, trapping me against the wall with his arms as barriers. “Baby, I am Death, and one way or the other, you will end up with me.”

All I’ve ever wanted was a quick taste of the golden life.

What is it like to be covered in jewels? What is it like to dance with the chiseled men and glowing women beneath sapphire chandeliers?

How stupid it was of myself to sneak into the ball, only to catch the eye of him.

He will stop at nothing to possess my heart, and that includes killing those I love and those who love me.

My breath hitched and I cowered as he brought his lips towards mine.

Chills ran down my spine and he stroked my thigh as he spoke, “Give in, darling. You can’t run away anymore.”
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