Page 45 of She will Always be Mine

All of it should alarm me, terrify me, but fuck no, it does something else entirely. It douses me in forbidden lust and cravings so thick and heavy, which my body and mind have been left starved of for days. I have no control but to let his threat—orpromise—wash all over me.

Every time he promises such delicious, rough, and wicked deeds, I’m left speechless, aching, and wanting more.

Like I’m his puppet and he’s my master.

I helplessly try to back down and he pounces like a hungry beast, demanding my submission. Even from miles away, his presence is dark, striking, and commanding; leaving me scared to imagine just how domineering and threatening he will be when I’m with him, denying that I’m still his.

And I know, deep in my bones, he’s waiting for just that.

For there to be no distance keeping us apart.

No walls to hide behind.

No more running.

Just him and me…

All alone.

Chapter Sixteen

NYRA

There are all kinds of vicious and dangerous monsters that exist in our world. They all love to cruelly toy with their victims, taunt them with deliberate threats, all under the guise of being righteous and judge others based on their warped sense of justice.

Then there are those who hide in the dark, in the shadows or in plain sights. They are the scariest of them all.

Chillingly unpredictable yet patient.

Guided by morality yet depraved.

Silent but lethal.

LikeZain.

Yesterday, I found some pretense of respite after texting with Riaan, who sent me a sweet good morning text today now that he knows I have my phone back. Yet it managed to keep me distracted and calm only for a little while.

Now, I’m back to being anxious, jittery, and struggling while waiting to hear back from Zain, who I haven’t heard a peep from.

So much so that I can’t even focus on the television screen in front of me while I sit on the couch in my living room downstairs. I can’t even remember the name of the movie playing which made me laugh at the start and now it just feels depressing. I have no clue why I even picked it in the first place.

Exhaling a frustrated breath, I grab the remote and switch it off before I get a headache. I would spend time with Pri but she has gone to her evening classes and my mom, well, she still isn’t talking to me and chose to spend time in her room instead.

I stare in the direction of the hall, wondering if I should approach her, because this punishment of hers has gone long enough.

I had hoped maybe my dad got through to her and that she would come to me willingly, so I waited, but now one day has turned into four with no end in sight of her silent treatment.

Enough is enough, though, and I believe it’s time she heard my side. Steeling my resolve, I stand up and stride toward her room, and once right outside her door, I take a deep breath and knock twice.

She doesn’t reply and I frown, thinking maybe she’s taking an afternoon nap, but that’s not like her. I grip the doorknob to push it open but decide against it so I don’t disturb her and let her rest.

Or maybe you’re just stalling, my mind taunts but I push that voice down.

I turn around to leave, when my ears pick up the sound of heavy breathing and a second later, something dropping to the floor. Panicked, I twist back around and pull the door open roughly and feel my body go still at the sight of Mom.

Her eyes are closed, sweat dots her brow, and her hands twist the sheet on her sides while she thrashes sideways on the bed, stuck deeply in her nightmare.

I approach the bed nervously, my nails biting into my skin while having no clue whether or not to wake her up, afraid I’ll make it worse or hurt her. I just know I have to do something instead of remaining on the side like a useless statue.

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