The Harvest

The Harvest

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"You have no idea what it's like to walk around in fear for your life everyday. Your life is pampered and perfect, you have a long happy and secured future, but I'm the opposite. I remember now why I always hated your kind, you're incapable of love! You're selfish and care nothing about-" He pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't move I was so stunned, but after a moment he pulled away. My entire body was frozen stiff but warm at the same time. "You don't understand. I do care, I care a lot, we're not all the same, I don't blame the entire human race because one human killed my grandfather. Just like you shouldn't blame us all, we're all very different people with different thoughts and have different people we care about." My cheeks burned with shame or embarrassment. "I-You stupid idiot, don't you ever try anything like that again, I know what that was, it's all your mind games you're just messing with my mind. You don't care! You never cared! Everyone has an ulterior motive, I can't ever trust anyone." I yelled. "You're right I do have an ulterior motive." My eyes blurred with salty tears. I don't know why those words upset me so much or why my chest tightened at every word. "But it's not anything bad, I just want you to like me." I bit my lip and took a deep breath. I didn't believe him. How could I trust someone who completely ruined the human race. I tried to remind myself that he wasn't human. That it was all in my head, but something still lingered in the back of my mind. I knew the truth. It was a truth I would never admit. Without another word I turned and walked away, heels clicking on the cold, white, tile floor.
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I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

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