MAEVE HAWTHORN.
I hate him. I hate him so much and wish he would just go to hell.
All of my attempts to move my body only proved futile, my throat itched so much and my body ached but I couldn’t bring myself to move.
My eyes remained closed even though I tried my hardest to open them. Fear soon began crimping in, I don’t know how long I’ve been doing this for but I knew it’s been so long.
So long that I felt like I was being plunged into a really deep pit of despair but surprisingly enough, I could feel water and other liquid substances make their way into my mouth.
Something cold also grazed my skin every once in a while and that was when it dawned on me. Terror gripped me when I remembered that Enzo had passed a tube into my mouth.
I thought he came back, I was sure he came back.
Am I still there, all tied up like some sort of historical item shown at a museum?
My body felt as though it was being crushed up against something and I could barely breathe no matter how hard I tried, it was as though my breath just kept getting shorter and shorter.
My heart raced really fast, pounding so hard against my chest as my blood rushed and I felt my entire muscles stiffening as I gasped.
“Get me out of here! Get me out of here, please!” I cried, attempting to move but still it felt like I was still bound tight.
“I want to get out! I can’t do this anymore! Please!” I felt the stinging hot tears roll down the side of my eyes as I remained glued to wherever I was.
“HELP ME!” I screamed and that was when my eyes flew open, the room I was in looked unfamiliar but I remembered the scent and it wasn’t until the musky smell hit my nose that I realized that I wasn’t bound tight but instead held close.
My breathing paced as I clung onto whoever was holding me, I wasn’t in that creepy clinical room anymore, my legs were free and I wasn’t in the ridiculous catsuit too.
I choked back a cry as I held the fabric tight, frightened, electrified and utterly terrified that it felt like I was going to go back to that room anytime soon.
My eyes darted around and I felt a sense of safety come over me, my racing heartbeat calmed and my breathing started slowing as I closed my eyes.
I’m free. I’m no longer in that room, getting fucked by a mechanical dildo that just wouldn’t stop.
I’m………… Safe?
“I’m sorry,” my relief was short-lived, my heart jumping in my chest and anxiety spurted through me when I heard the last voice I wanted to hear.
“You’re fine, safe, home.” His voice assured me, stroking my hair and I felt as if my breath was cut off as I pulled away from him as slowly as I could.
Looking up, I was met with his green eyes that sent chills coursing through me. My eyes widened, a thrill of frightened anticipation touched me and I swallowed.
My fingers trembled as cold seeped into my body, my mind fluttering away in anxiety as I tried to think properly because there’s no way in hell that he has the nerve to touch me after all that.
Looking on the other side, I saw myself reflected and for a minute, I got the flashback of that horrible outfit I was in but soon, it was different.
I was wearing a really big T-shirt that seemed to run down to my knees and swallow me inside it, my hair was free and my wrist weren’t as tied up as I thought.
Behind me was a predatory gaze boring into my skin, No, it was looking directly at me and I just couldn’t get rid of the feeling that came after that.
A very chilling, numbing feeling and just when I thought it wouldn’t do anything to me, I watched with acute anxiety as it reached out to touch me.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, getting away from the bed as quickly as I could, bumping into tables as I tried to get away.
“Hey, you don’t have to run away, it’s me.” Enzo said as if that was going to make me want to be with him more, his voice caused an itch in my ear and an ugly churning in my stomach.
“Look, I know you hate me right now but I swear I didn’t mean to come back late, I didn’t mean to let that go on for as long as it did, I was double crossed and-”
“You’re sick.” I said through gritted teeth, the words grinding between my teeth as they came out, “you’re really really sick.” I repeated, looking behind me for the door.
My legs were still wobbly, my hair was a mess but I didn’t care, I didn’t want to see him now or ever again, I didn’t want to be in the same room or breathe the same air as him.
I wanted to get away, to get as far away from him as I possibly can and so with my hand clamping down on the knob, I pulled the door open and rushed out as fast as I could.
My wobbly legs didn’t make it easy because despite how fast I thought I was running, I could feel Enzo walking faster and almost catching up to me.
I’d be damned if I let him catch up or even touch me and so, I ran even faster but it did nothing.
Finally I got to my room but before I could close the door shut, he placed a foot in, making it hard for me to close the door.
“Just. Listen. To. The. Fuck. I. Want. To. Say!” He said, his voice cold and void of emotion, causing me to shriek as I rushed away from the door.
“Get out of my room, Enzo!” I ordered, my voice not quite coming out how I wanted it to but still conveying the message I wanted it to.
“It’s my house.”
“AND THIS IS MY FUCKING ROOM!” I yelled, running my hands through my hair, “I SHOULD BE FUCKING SAFE IN MY FUCKING ROOM!” I snapped.
It didn’t make sense considering how this was his house and he decided who gets to feel safe in a flimsy room but I’m not going to let him do that to me.
Not anymore!
“GET OUT!” I screamed so loud that I was almost losing my voice. Walking back, I grabbed the hand mirror that sat on my table and slammed it at him.
Without giving him a breathing space, I picked the vase and threw it at him, the combs, hair brushes and everything I could lay my hands on, throwing it right at him.
I finally got out of my hysteria and looked up to see that I’d managed to get through to the thick skin on his forehead, he was bleeding but I couldn’t care less.
I wanted him out!
“Listen to me, Maeve,” his voice when he called my name was so low, I shivered at the immense effect hearing him say my name had on me.
It’s unfair. He shouldn’t say my name like that after what he put me through. He really shouldn’t.
“You’re right to hate me, if anything that’s what I want because no matter how hard you try, how much I love you or how much you love me, we can never work.” He continued.
“Get out of my room.” I was breathless with rage, no single intention to hear the bullshit he was about to spew.
“But I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be hooked up for that long, I’m sorry.” He went on, his emotionless eyes filling with regret as he spoke.
“I shouldn’t have left you there knowing how scary it was, you couldn’t speak or see or even move and I accept that, I’m sorry.” He went on.
I felt the storm in my heart calming as I listened to him talk and apologize to me for leaving me there since that wasn’t his intention and I had no idea when I sat on my bed.
He closed in on me, getting closer and finally I could feel his hand on my shoulder and I shuddered. I hate that he has so much power over me.
I should be mad at him and I should just stay mad at him not melt into his arms like I’m doing right now, I shouldn’t let my self worth go so low that I sought refuge in the same arms that scared the shit out of me.
“I know you were scared, I’m sorry.” He whispered, his voice causing an involuntary wetness between my legs as I hung onto him and cried.
“I’m really sorry, sunshine.” He added, his arm made me feel weirdly safe, like nothing could ever get to me if I held him close enough.
I could hear his heart beating against my ear, the sound was unusual but it was calming, strangely calming that my eyes fought to remain closed.
“I was scared.” I whimpered and his grip around me tightened as he stroked my head softly, treating me like I was some sort of pet.
“I know.” He muttered, it was too easy to get lost in the way he spoke to me. His voice that irritated me about a few minutes ago soon sounded like music to my ears.
He was warm and the longer I held him, I felt my breathing beginning to settle down to a more even beat as my eyes closed.
“Don’t leave me.” I had no idea why but those were the last words that left my mouth before I drifted away into a more comfortable realm.
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I winced as I helped myself up with my elbow, “you’re awake.” A familiar voice resounded in my ear and I looked to see Enzo holding a tray of food.
“Wh- What are you doing?” I asked, stunned to see him dressed in an apron, he was shirtless so I was more horny than stunned but I was still stunned.
My pussy purred, and my mouth soon filled up with saliva, both parts of my body were ready to take and gobble up whatever he wanted to give me.
“Bringing you breakfast,” He answered, “did those flaps affect your eyes? We should get it checked if-”
“No, I can see YOU and the breakfast,” I cut in before he could finish talking, “what I want to know is why?” I explained.
“I was following orders, plus, you didn’t eat anything solid in the five days that you were out so I thought I was going to make you some-”
“I WAS OUT FOR FIVE DAYS!” I yelled.
“- thing. Yes, you were passed out for five days which isn’t surprising, you were exhausted and I made no provision for food and water before I-”
Why is he talking like it’s a normal thing to be passed out from intense orgasm for five whole days?!
“That aside, whose orders were you following?” I interrogated and he sighed as he sat right beside me on the bed.
“Yours,” He responded, setting the food down and turning to face me. My breath hitched as I found myself studying his facial profile.
There was a small plaster on his forehead that my hand itched to touch and a look in his eyes that stoked a fire inside me.
No. This shouldn’t be happening. I should be drowning in my hatred for him!
“You told me not to leave you.”