Neti
Every breath feels like a battle, the air thick and heavy, suffocating me in this damn basement. The stone walls seem to close in, but itâs himâI canât escape him. His gaze is a weight I canât shake, his eyes stripping me down, making me feel smaller, weaker.
I try to hold my ground. I fight it, every part of me screaming to stand tall. But my body betrays meâmy skin prickles where the chains bite into my wrists, my heart pounds painfully against my ribs. The cold is everywhere, but itâs nothing compared to the heat of his presence.
âYou think Iâve forgotten?â His voice drips with venom, each word measured, slow. Calculating. âYou think I wonât remind you of everything you did to me?â
I canât speak. The words stick in my throat, but I force them out, trying to keep the edge in my voice. âWhat do you want from me?â My voice cracks, but I refuse to show him how much his presence unnerves me.
He steps forward, so deliberate, each movement slow, like a predator toying with its prey. Thereâs no rush. He enjoys this. I can see it in the way he watches me, like heâs savoring the moment before the kill.
When heâs close enough, I feel the heat of his body seeping into mine, his presence overwhelming. My pulse stutters as I try to hold his gaze, but I feel myself drowning.
âYouâre asking the wrong question,â he murmurs, his fingers grazing my cheek, so soft, yet thereâs an undercurrent of danger in the way he touches me. The cold of the room should be enough to shake me, but his heat lingers against my skin. I want to pull away, but something keeps me frozen.
âWhy do you do this?â I ask again, desperation seeping into my words. But I know Iâve already lost the battle. My voice trembles, and I hate myself for it.
He smirks, his lips curling like heâs found a secret he canât wait to share. âBecause you deserve this, Neti.â His voice drops, low and possessive. âYou deserve to feel the weight of every second, knowing that itâs me who decides whether you live or die.â
His fingers trail down my neck, warm and deliberate, sending shivers through my body. I canât stop it. My breath hitches as my pulse races, and I hate that my body responds to him this way.
His grip tightens on my chin, pulling my face toward his. âYouâre so damn defiant, but that wonât last. Not when you realize how much power I have over you.â His voice is a whisper, a dark promise, and it twists something inside of me. I can feel itâthe crack in my resolve.
âI hate you,â I say, barely above a whisper, but the words sound weak, like Iâm trying to convince myself.
His eyes darken, narrowing as his lips curl into a wicked smile. âGood,â he breathes, his words slow and heavy. âYou should hate me. Makes it so much better.â
Before I can say anything else, his lips crash into mine. Itâs not tenderâitâs brutal, possessive, demanding. I try to pull back, but his hands grip my face, holding me in place. I feel his kiss everywhere, taking everything from me.
Iâm tremblingâevery inch of my body screams to pull away, but I canât. The taste of him is all I know now, and itâs addictive. Something inside of me unravels with every second, and I feel myself slipping.
He pulls back, breath ragged, his lips brushing against mine in a teasing caress. âYou think you hate me, but youâll see. Youâll see just how much you need me.â
I glare at him, my chest rising and falling, my breath ragged with rage and something else I canât name. âIâll never need you,â I say, the words biting, even though they feel hollow.
His smile widens, that cruel, calculating smile that twists something deep inside of me. âWeâll see about that,later"
Now,I am the one chained up not you
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