Barbatos? Stop smiling? Never. Even when he is angry, he doesn't stop smiling-but given the circumstances-he just had to. Barbatos tried to get you to stop-yet his heartfelt pleas were met with your resistance within your being. It was as if his words, filled with genuine concern and care, fell on deafened ears.
Today was the day he had finally reached his limit, the day when he would make sure that his words and concerns would get through your skull. Today was the day he would make a resolute effort to remind you, who loves you despite it all.
Hearing you speak the words once more-'I want to die'-the words that he already knew were coming, set him off.
"..MC."
His tone was cold and serious. He was about to reach over for a kettle before stopping what he was doing. He halted his footsteps and made his way over to you. The tension was thick, the silence deafening. With each step he took, the sound of his footsteps echoed against the marble floor, and then, with a firm grip of his gloved hands, he grabbed you by the wrist tightly. Barbatos didn't let you speak before dragging you away toward his chamber.
As you both reached his chamber, he swiftly closed the door looking at you without his usual smile. There was only one word to describe the situation. Terrifying. But suddenly his hand, which was still gripping your wrist tightly, slithered to your waist, drawing you closer to him. His free hand gently yet possessively seized your face, guiding your body against and on the cool surface of a nearby coffee table. His lips brushed against your skin, his breathing brushing past your lips.
"Please," he pleaded desperately. His eyes were closed as his lips brushed against your lips. "I beg you..."
Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc.
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"I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away.
"Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine.
"Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board.
"What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited.
"Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice.
"Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears.
..
She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.