THE COST OF FREEDOM (18+)

He takes a step forward, and Diana, as if in response, grabs the hem of her skirt and tugs it down.

His eyes immediately drop to her little act.

He was angry, but it didn't mean that he had lost his wit.

His eyes move from her face back to her face, as he freezes in his place.

He raises his head, and Diana already knew he would start the drama again.

"Oh, Diana. Oh, my little Diana." He accosted roughly, with such a degrading way.
"You want to lie to me?" He starts again walking menacingly slow towards her.

"I... I haven't." Diana struggled to catch a breath.

Her eyes widening a bit.

"You want to go against me, huh?" This time he repeats in a rough accusatory tone.

What could she do in this situation?

She knew who had the power.

She knew what would happen.

She looks down in defeat, letting out another deep sigh, and looks back up.

"I'm sorry... for whatever I've done." She apologizes, yet her voice was laced with such hatred.

He suddenly looks behind at the door, then back at Diana.

"I can't let you go like that, can I?" He smirks, yet there was nothing playful about it.

He starts to back up, and eventually locks the door.

Diana's fearful face fades away to a mortified blank face, as she watches his action.

Dimitri does it all while looking at her, which to she starts shaking her head negative.

"D-Dimitri... not here, I'm begging you, anywhere but here." Diana calmly begs as she tries to reason with him.

His face stays blank, as he nears her now.

"Dimitri..." Diana's heart and mind grow haywire, as it dawns upon her, that what was going to occur.

She steps forward, and the next second she attempts to run past him to the door, which to, obviously, Dimitri catches her.

He leaves no time for her to adjust, as he slams his lips onto hers, kissing her to death.

He was weaponising it against her, this was not affection.

His hands stay on her waist, pulling her forward, even though she rebelled against him by pushing him away.