Page 18 of Marek

He reaches down, picking up the knife and he puts it in my free hand, his blood coats my skin and I know he’s been cut deep, but he’s seemingly unbothered, as if he simply can’t feel any pain. With the heavy steel in my hand, and him offering me the chance, I know I should take it. I know I should, yet I find myself unable to move, my hand trembling, my body panting with something I don’t quite understand.

“Do it,” he growls, his voice low and husky, “drive that knife into me.”

I can’t, and he knows I can’t.

An angry growl escapes my lips as I toss the knife onto the bed.

Why can’t I do it?

Why am I hesitating?

“You won’t do it because a small part of you likes it here, a dark and twisted part, is wondering what this life could offer.”

No, he’s wrong.

He’s wrong.

I jerk my wrist, but it’s a pathetic attempt at best.

“If you wanted me to release you, you’d fight. I’ve seen your fight. No, Ellie Mae, you don’t really want to get off this bed, instead, you’re wondering how it would feel if I pulled you down and fucked you until you forgot every single person in your past.”

His words, like rich velvet slipping off his tongue, pierced me right in the heart. I fight with everything I have inside, trying to convince myself he’s wrong, but the problem is no matter howhard I try, I can’t seem to get myself to pull away. He’s vile, and monster, and yet I am so incredibly drawn to him, I should be checking myself in for immediate help because there is clearly something wrong with the wiring in my brain.

The very thought of him should make me want to vomit, yet the only thing his words do, is spark a fire in my soul.

I open my mouth to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a ragged breath.

A wanting breath.

An answer to a question he didn’t even ask.

“Show me your darkness, Ellie Mae, and together, we can be incredible.”

No.

No.

He locks girls in cages.

He’s a monster.

I could never live with that.

Never.

And still, the idea of going home, to my boring routine, to the people who won’t let me express myself or make my own choices, has my heart clenching.

“Do you want me to fuck you? To show you what a real man feels like...”

God damn, why is his voice so thick and delicious.

No.

Just say no.

It’s simple, not hard at all.

“Tell me no, Ellie Mae,” he breathes, releasing my wrist and letting it fall to my side, “I might be a monster but I’m not a rapist.”

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