Forced Love - 2 (A dark romance tale)

Chapter 88

Looking down, he whispered, 'You are right... People don't call me dark lord for no reason...'

Wait, what? What did he just say?

No, no! I am hearing things. This must be a sick nightmare!

Instantly, I felt a sharp pain in my head. I placed my fingers around my buzzing head while I sobbed. No, no, no. This is unreal...

'Drake, what did you just say?', I asked with my trembling voice.

I looked up at him to find him gazing into my soul. He showed no emotion and looked stuck. This frightened me even more...

No, this is just a bad dream. A mere nightmare...

When he remained silent, I grabbed onto his collar and pulled him closer. Staring into his deep brown eyes, I let out a few frustrated breaths and asked incredulously, 'Drakee... Pleasee... What did you just say?'

Tears rolled down his cheek as he watched me in pain. 

'Emmaa...', he mumbled, making my heart beat furiously. 

'Drake, honey. Tell me you are joking. You cannot be him. You are my husband, thats all, right?', I whispered fiercely as I tugged onto his collar harder. I felt myself sounding a little crazy now. My eyes were bulged out, and I was visibly shaking.

'ANSWER MEEEE PLEASEEE', I shouted impatiently, making him stare at me concerned. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a warm hug. As much as I loved this, I want to know what he said earlier and if he really meant it. 

'I got you, Emma. I love you. Please, don't cry', he whispered soothingly, but that only made me more enraged. I pushed his enormous frame away with all my might and shouted, 'I don't care if you got me now, Drakee. ANSWER My FUCKING question!!

My chest raised up and down as I let out intensified breaths. 

'Emma, you are not ready for it. Please love...', he pleaded as he held onto my hand tightly. What does that mean? He can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to not panic!

'FOR fucks SAKEE! WHat did you FUCKING SAY EARLIER DRAKE?', I shouted with hot tears falling down my cheek and this time...

His response scared me...

His eyes suddenly swirled with a crazy glint, making me gulp down. The hurt Drake was suddenly replaced by an evil drake. Smirking lightly, he caressed my cheek in a venomous passion. 

'Do not tempt me, my love. I am trying to save you from a hell lot of pain,' he whispered menacingly. What is happening? Why did his tone change? Why was he acting strange?

I glanced at him to find him gazing me intensely. The kind of gaze that gives you bad kind of butterflies.  

I flinched a little when he slowly leaned in towards me. 

'My beautiful Emma', he whispered as he placed soft wet kisses on my neck.

'You never learn do you my love?', he asked and let out an annoyed sigh. 

Shocked by his change of mood, I stayed still; dumbfounded. The only thing I could do was whimper and beg him to stop.

'Shhh', he whispered while placing a finger on my lips. He gave me an evil smile and started kissing my lips. 'Kiss me back', he ordered, making a familiar odd feeling return...

A familiar frightening feeling...

Something told me this has happened before. But when? I desperately tried to recall but nothing came into my head. 

'Emma, my love', he spoke as his fingers slowly wrapped around my throat. I expected him to squeeze me out of air, but he didn't. I stayed still and stared at him terrified of his next move.

'Kiss me', he ordered threateningly with a little smirk playing upon his lips. I felt the atmosphere which was bright once, turn into something dark. 

'KISSS MEEEE', he shouted at my face in wrath. Although I wanted to stay still and deny his commands. My body betrayed me. I leaned in and kissed him making me afraid of myself...

What is wrong with me?

Why am I acting this way?

Why the hell am I acting like a ... slave!?

I attempted to pull away after a quick peck, but he planned something more. He bit my lower lip hard making blood ooze out. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I felt violated and humiliated...

When my dignity begged me to put an end to this; I ordered my body to push him away. But my muscles stayed stiff...

They didn't move an inch.

They acted as if they belonged to someone else...

Pearls of pain streamed down my face as I wished for this moment to stop. For this situation to finish faster.

After a few seconds, he pulled away moaning. We both breathed heavily while locking our eyes. 

Smiling, he spoke, 'I am the dark lord, Emma! And I am your husband!'