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“No, Essa, you don't. You’re going to stand there and you’re going to watch. And if you don’t wanna listen, I’ll fucking make you.” Every word coming from his mouth makes me angrier by the second and I am not going to stand here and listen to it any longer.
I take off running across the room, straight to the door. When I get to it, I yank on the handle but lurch to a stop when it doesn’t budge, and my entire arm is almost yanked out of its socket.
“What the fuck!” I scream. Pain radiates up my arm and I bite my lip to keep in the whimper which threatens to fall from my lips. As much as it hurts, it fucking feels good. I haven’t felt any type of physical pain in months—since I was in the hospital and goddamnI miss it.The way it radiates throughout my entire body, consuming me. Though this isn’t the type of pain I would choose for myself, but it’s pain all the same and beggars sure as fuck can’t be choosers.
A hand grabs my injured right arm in an unyielding grip, and I almost cry out, but the heat searing me keeps me from doing that. Fucking Vincent. If he thinks I am going to stay here and watch him fuck another bitch, he is out of motherfucking mind. I knew he was fucking crazy, but this is a side of him I have never seen before and I’m going mad trying to figure out what’s going to happen next.
Before, of course I was frightened of him, but I was also way fucking stronger then than I am now. Six months ago, I had to live for my sister. To survive for her. She was my strength and my reason for everything. Then she died. AndthenI found out my fucking baby died. Now I’m so fucking weak and broken—not that I wasn’t broken before, but now I’m a different type of broken. I’m irrefutably shattered. So many pieces of me are gone for good, it’s impossible to put me back together again.
“Where do you think you’re goin’, baby doll?” Vincent purrs in my ear, his lips hovering just above my skin. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I shiver as he steps impossibly closer to me.
I somehow find the strength to speak. “I’m not going to watch that, Vincent. You can’t make me.”
Wrong. Fucking. Words.
My wrists are grasped and yanked behind my back at a painfully odd angle. “Youreallyshould not have said that to me. Tsk, tsk.” Vincent takes a step back and with his grip on my wrists, so do I. We walk like that back across the room. Every step more painful and soft whimpers leave my mouth.
“Vincent, please. Let me go. You’re hurting me,” I whine the words, desperate for him to stop this—before it’s too late.
“You know I love it when you cry my name, baby. And you know Iespeciallylove hurting you, so you’re really not winning me over here.” He chuckles as he drags me over to the billiards table. He releases his grip on me and spins me around until I’m staring at his chest. I’m shoved to the floor and my knees smack the ground with a deafening crack.
The pain radiating from my knees keeps me in a distracted haze, I don’t even realize one of my arms is quickly, but securely bound, and Vincent is quickly working on the second one. I yank my arm away from his hand as he reaches for it and scream.
“Vincent! No! Let me the fuck gooooo!” I sound hysterical and even with the fear and chaos consuming me, I know that, but I can’t stop. I am so fucking petrified of what he is going to do to me once he has me at his mercy. This side of him—this detached human being isn’t the Vincent I came to know six months ago. This… version of him is seriously fucking terrifying and I don’t know how far he’s willing to go.
How far is too far for him now?
“Yes, fight me. Give it to me,” he groans as he leans across me. He lays his body on top of mine, completely subduing me. We are both completely clothed and yet, it feels like we are skin to skin with how hot his body feels against mine.I forgot how hot he was. I forgot many things.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He licks up the side of my face as he shifts, grabbing my arm that’s still free and he ties it to the leg of the table. I don’t even bother to fight. I’m already trapped and completely fucking exhausted. I let my body fall slack as he finishes tying me up.
