Page 27 of Unravelling The Beast

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

I fix my focus on him and point with my finger.

"You're a fucking monster who shouldn't have young kids in this house."

His eyes burn into mine like scorching flames, and every stride he takes forward compels me to take another step backward until I'm up against the table in the center of the room.

"And what the fuck are you going to do about it, hm? Are you going to call the cops and have me arrested?"

I'm angered by his sarcastic tone, and I give him a fierce glare.

"Perhaps I will!"

I confidently push myself away from the table, but as I attempt to pass him, I'm forced to come to a halt when he quickly places a blade on my throat. I freeze, terrified; all the confidence I had just a second ago drains from my body, leaving my veins freezing cold.

I cast a glance his way, and he has his head down, shaking it side to side and clicking his tongue.

He speaks as his intense eyes reach mine.

"Now, you don't want to do that, do you, Wren?"

My throat tightens with dread, and I try to avoid eye contact as he slowly moves into my space, the knife pressed on my neck at all times.

I keep my face to the side as he dips down and speaks with his teeth clenched close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"There will be severe fucking consequences for your actions if you ever breathe a word of what goes on inside my fucking home. Do you understand me?

I inhale deeply and make eye contact when he withdraws.

"What are you going to do, kill me?"

He straightens up again, evaluating my facial features, until I feel him glide the knife up the side of my neck towards my cheek, his gaze fixed on the movement.

When he slides it across my cheek and places it firmly against my bottom lip, my entire body freezes.

“I’d start by cutting these pretty fucking lips off.”

He then brings it gently down my throat towards my chest, using the knife to further open my robe.

I feel him push the blade beneath the middle of my bra before swiftly cutting through it, and I squeeze my eyes tight as my body flinches.

He uses the knife to slowly push my delicate lace bra away, exposing each of my breasts to him. My breathing quickens when I open my eyes to see him staring at them with dark hunger.

I open my mouth to speak, but his eyes suddenly collide with mine, and he growls at me.

"Shut the fuck up!"

He then calmly moves his focus to my exposed breasts again, slightly licking his lips while dragging the blade to just above my nipple, before his cunning eyes swiftly meet mine again.

"Your perfect fucking titties would be next."

My heart pounds as I feel him run the blade over the curve of my breast and down my flat stomach.

When I realize what he's about to do, I reach out to stop him, but he takes my wrist quickly and firmly and forces it behind my back. He pulls me close to his body as he keeps me restrained, the blade threatening to pierce my pubic bone.

He gives me an evil glare as he speaks aggressively near my face.

"Don't fucking move."

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