Chains of Red

"You hate me now," he whispered , pressing my back to the wall, caging me in with nothing but muscle, heat, and sin.
His lips brushed my ear, voice like velvet soaked in fire.
"but soon, Arohi... you won't know if you want to run from me, scream for mercy-"
He paused, smirked and lowered his mouth to my neck.
"-or beg me to never stop."

And then, a whisper that felt like a threat, a promise, a prophecy,

"Doesn't matter. Either way, you'll still end up mine."