My soul left my body, my eyes squeezed shut, my heart stopped working for a second and I forget to breathe. My hold on the chair tightened to the point that it started burning my palms.
The world seemed to freeze and a heavy, dead silence followed my scream. The tears that I had been holding for so long dribbled down cheek as I squeezed my eyes tightly. My throat became dry and parched from the loud scream.
I have never felt this kind of terror in my whole life. It seems like I could die any minute. The energy has already drained from my body.
Suddenly I heard the sound of knife hitting the floor and I was sure that he had done as he threatened me.
I was expecting to feel excruciating pain in my feet but I felt nothing. My breaths were still shaky, as I knew that the pain would take time so settle. With fear still crippling in my veins surprisingly I could feel the coldness beneath them.
My eyes shot open and the first thing I saw was my toes, which were alright. Though my vision was blurry, I could tell I had my toes in place.
My head was spinning so badly that I couldn’t see anything properly. Slowly, my eyelids started becoming heavy. My body felt drained, every ounce of energy was sucked out of me.
I started panting heavily as my eyes flicked to Ansell, who was sitting on the floor, beside my feet, the knife lying near him, still at a hand distance. But this time he was not in a mood to use it to harm me. He was looking dejected and broken.
“I can’t”
He was not sitting on his buttocks. His shoulders slumped, and his gaze fell to the ground, his messy hair tumbling onto his forehead. His hands lay open before him, fingers slightly folded, as his eyes remained fixed on his palm.
“As much as I want to hurt you so much that you remember it for the rest of your life and couldn’t even think of escaping me, I can’t” he took a deep breath. ” I can’t and you know why?”
He looked up, expecting an answer from me but I was too shocked to say anything. He just gave me a death experience, how could he expect me to talk to him normally?
“Because there was a time when I used to like you”
My breath caught in my chest at his revelation.
“Each and every part of your body.. I love it” his words were filled with a disturbing mixture of possessiveness and adoration. “I can never bring myself to harm it so cruelly”
That was the thing. He loved my body, not me.
Suddenly his body was filled with new vigor as he picked up my feet and kissed them one by one as if I were some Goddess.
His Goddess.
My head was still spinning with everything but I didn’t miss his lips every time they touched my toes, the same toes that he was ready to cut off a minute ago.
I shuddered and was scared to death by the sudden shift in his demeanor but I stayed put at my place.
Earlier I was fighting with him to kill me but at the moment everything felt so much that all I wanted was for him to put that dagger into my stomach or my throat and end ordeal at once.
His lips then travelled to my ankles before making their way up to my legs, making me push myself more into the chair. I was praying for the wood to consume me , to save me from this unpredictable devil. The darkness all around made him even more dangerous and terrifying.
I know his actions were driven by desires and I have heard somewhere that such men are no less than any nightmare.
He was practically kissing every inch of my body. He parted my legs wide when he reached my knees and a sob escaped my lips, which caught his attention.
An unpredictable energy seemed to possess him as he rose onto his knees, his demeanor changing from soft to rough. His eyes bore into mine, a sinister glint dancing in them as he spoke to me.
“And what did you say back on the bus? I was touching you where I shouldn’t be!”
He moved a bit forward to make his words clear in my head, his hands moving around my body to claim his right over me.
“Let me tell you that every inch of your body belongs to me and I could touch you wherever and whenever I want ” one of his palms rested just above my bosom. “Understood?” He asked but I didn’t reply.
I wanted to fight him but my body had given up. I couldn’t even lift my arm, as it seemed like some invisible ropes were biding me to it.
“Understood?” He added a dangerous edge to his tone.
“No!” I shouted with the last ounce of energy left in me, my body immobile, at my place, “My body is not a property that you could claim”
Suddenly his hand reached to the back of my head and he twirled my hair on his wrist painfully, arching my head up. His face was just a centimeter away, his eyes boring deep into mine.
“How much I want to fuck this disobedience and self-esteem of you… Hard”
His hold tightened as he slowly lifted my body up from the chair with my hair, making it agonizingly painful for me.
Earlier, I was moving back because I was scared that he would kill me but now the very idea of the his words sent shivers down my spine, leading me to ask him something I never thought I would.
“Kill me !” I spat.”What’s the use of killing you? What would I get out of it, huh?” He asked as he lifted me to my feet, his hands still holding me by my hair, “I want to crush your spirit until you don’t understand that not even death could save you from me. I want you to beg me to my feet”
His hold on my hair tightened. My vision became blurry with all the force he was applying to my scalp and I was sure that with this cruelty I would surely pass out anytime soon.
“I will kill myself before doing that” I said with th the little energy and strength I was left with. My vision still not ready to give up, at least not just yet.
He chuckled and lifted my head up, which made me part my lips. He placed his two fingers inside my mouth and I felt like puking because they were the same fingers with which he just touched that knife, which he must have used to torture or maybe kill others.
“How cute of you to think that I would let you do that” he raved and suddenly his expression shifted from that of amusement to Devil. “Even death is a luxury to you which I would never grant”
Pulling out his fingers, he slammed his lips over mine and devoured my mouth as if it were property, just as he said.
I became out of breath but the beast in his mouth went on relentlessly in my mouth, not stopping even for a second and I couldn’t do anything to stop him except keep my lips open for him to do as he pleased.
Exhaustion settled in my bones, everything became black, and just the moment I thought that I was going to pass out, he pulled back.
He kicked his lips and murmured “Sweetest” while I panted heavily.
His eyes were a bit soft this time and I thought that now he would leave me but there was a change in him once again.
Abruptly, his hand left my hair and moved down to wrap around my throat. I was already struggling to breathe and his fingers cut the oxygen all together. My fingers rose up to remove his hand but it energy to fight nor did he have any intention to do so.
“Say that you are mine” I could see a devil in his eyes, but I still shook my head.
“I am not yours” these were the last words that slipped my mouth before I lost consciousness and everything became pitch black.
I vaguely remember him kissing my forehead and whispering something in my ear, before lifting me in his arms and putting me on a rock-hard floor.