“Sweetheart, let me massage your feet,” Priyank said, placing her on the bed and taking her feet in his lap.
Priya felt nervous as he offered to massage her feet, placing them in his well-defined muscular lap, which only heightened her nervousness.
“Why are you shaking, Angel?” Priyank questioned, softly holding her feet and starting to massage them gently.
Like an expert, because he is used to massaging his mother’s feet, so it’s not something new for him.
“You don’t have to massage my feet, I’m totally fine,” Priya tried to pull her feet back, but his grip tightened as he looked at her with lazy yet stern eyes.
“Have to? What if I say I want to?” Priyank looked at her with eyes that screamed how he just wanted her to stay still.
“It’s not good, you are older than me, you don’t have to do it, it’s just disrespectful,” Priya stated, stopping pulling her feet, not wanting to get them hurt due to his tight hold nearly stopping the blood supply, making it painful.
“Don’t forget you are my wife, that means my equal. I don’t care if it looks disrespectful, but what’s the issue if I want to massage my woman’s feet? It’s just me wanting it, I don’t think anything else should be considered,” Priyank loosened his grip.
He doesn’t like how she always mentions the age thing. It’s not like he’s in his 50s even though he would be at that age; he doesn’t have any kids, wife, or divorce. He is pure enough and young too.
He is just 25 and she is 18. It’s not a big age gap either. She’s behaving like he’s close enough to rot in his grave, that’s how she sounds, making his age seem like a big deal.
He sighed, frustrated with Priya’s fixation on their age gap.
“It’s not like I’m too old, ” he muttered under his breath.
Priya felt her palms sweating, seeing him as old, too old. No matter how good he looks, she can’t ignore the fact that he’s the one who kidnapped her and forced her to stay, doing things she doesn’t want to remember.
“You didn’t say this when you cum that day,” Priyank remarked, looking at her red, slightly swollen feet from standing for hours and doing all the shopping.
Here he just wants to soothe her pain, and all she can talk about is his age, unable to appreciate it.
“Cum? I peed,” Priya corrected him in confusion.
‘What can I even expect from this girl,’ Priyank thought, rolling his eyes. He never thought she would mistake her cumming for peeing.
“So, is peeing in the bathtub good?” Priyank asked. “I’ve seen every inch of your body; you’re mine. Keep that in your head, Angel. There’s no line I can’t cross for you or with you.”
Priya shifted uncomfortably, feeling uneasy with Priyank’s possessive tone.
“I.. am scared..,” she stammered, unsure of how to respond.
He gently massaged her fingers, making her meet his gaze. “You don’t need to be nervous, Angel. I just want you to understand how much I care for you.”
‘I’m scared. Why wouldn’t I be nervous when someone talks to me like that?’ Priya’s mind screamed as she kept her mouth shut.
She didn’t have the courage to speak up to him. Even if she did, she didn’t have the energy to continue the conversation. It felt like banging her head against a wall.
“Don’t give me those puppy eyes. I like them so much, and who knows, they might lead me to kiss you,” Priyank grinned, raising his eyebrows at the soft and innocent expressions she was giving him.
“I’m not a puppy; I have human eyes,” Priya retorted.
Priya’s heart raced as Priyank’s words sent a shiver down her spine. She felt trapped, unsure of how to respond.
Priyank leaned in closer, his gaze intense. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered, Angel.”
Priya swallowed hard, her discomfort growing with each passing moment. She wanted to push him away, to escape his grasp, but fear held her paralyzed.
As Priyank pulled her closer. Priya’s instincts screamed at her to run. But she remained frozen, her mind clouded with confusion and fear.
“I love you so much, sweetheart. I can give you anything, anything. Just remember not to mess with me. I totally hate liars and women too, but you’re the only one I like, because you don’t lie and you’re my woman. If I ever catch you behaving like the people I just hate, you’ll see a side of me you won’t like,” Priyank whispered in a low, dominating tone, his eyes locked onto hers, looking like he could swallow her whole.
“Ahmm,” Priya winced in pain as his fingers pressed on her foot, his warm breath brushing against her nose.
Priya’s heart pounded with fear at Priyank’s words. She knew she was in a dangerous situation, but she didn’t know how to escape.
“Priyank, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t hurt me.”
But Priyank’s expression remained cold and unforgiving. “You better remember that, Angel,” he said, his voice sending chills down her spine.
Priyank pulled himself back, and again continued to massage her foot.
Priya’s entire body went numb as she thought about his words. Even someone with a lower IQ than hers could understand their meaning.
He sounded so real and terrifying at the same time. She couldn’t even imagine what he would do to her if he caught wind of her plan to escape.
Sure, she herself didn’t like lying, but this time she was ready to lie no matter what. She just wanted to save herself from an unwanted marriage.
And she didn’t choose to be a woman; it’s a gender assigned by God.
But the way he spoke, it scared her to her core. She was terrified of what he might do if he caught her. He was already bad enough for her, but what if it got worse?
She couldn’t even imagine. The thought made her head throb with pain, considering the consequences she might face if he discovered her plan or caught her after she ran away.
‘What am I going to do? Why do I have to be a woman? Why do I have to be the only woman he claims to be in love with? I don’t want this.’