Limerence

No

                              Berry

He threw me on a bed , his bed

I could smell his scent in the sheets I was thrown in, and the all black big circular room surrounded by long windows told me that we were in a completely different part of the house

I was scared, I could hear my heartbeat and my blood pumping faster than it's suppose to,

I hated the thoughts occurring in my head

it's better to die than live like a toy

I sobbed and cried all the way he brought me here, I thought I was dreaming when I felt his coat on my body and him picking me up without breaking my bones or doing anything harmful, but then when I smelt him, I realised it was the liquor that made him that way

I was still crying on his bed , the room was cold, and it was raining outside, which is a good thing for most but I was afraid of rain and thunder

He locked the door with a code, and came towards me , making me back up, but he pulled my by my legs, and took off the coat resting on my shoulders , throwing it to the side , and picked me up again

He really needs to stop
What the hell is he doing?
How much did this physco drink

He then put me on one side of the Bed, resting my head on a pillow, and tucking me into the sheets

I was too shocked to move, so I didn't

He sat besides me , caressing my cheek, wiping my tears away, then, his fingers brushed on my neck , and then , he brought his hand up to my face and rubbed my lips with his thumb

Piece of shit , he's doing this to me while I almost got raped? I hate him

"Berry"

He whispered, for a second, I didn't believe my ears , the other second I thought it was someone else , his voice too.....enchanting , almost like it wasn't even his, the same voice people pray they never hear

I looked up at him, just to ensure it was him, but I slowly got lost in him, noticing every detail of his face and body ,his eyes slightly red, so was his nose, his big lips looked swollen and soft, his eyes surrounded by a subtle reddish brown tint of colour, making them look deeper than they already were, his natural soft curls resting on his forehead, and his thick lashes long and dark

His hand was warm on my skin , he was wearing a black compression shirt, with black sweats , and white air forces

The compression shirt made him look almost wet, his Broad shoulders sharp, shaped like the edge of a bats wing , his waist not too small not too big, but his chest..... so full , so were his abs , his back was faced towards me, it looked unreal , as if he could rip me to shreds In a matter of seconds, which he most certainly could , his arms weren't skinny , but weren't too bulky either, they were full. Just right, perfect .

I didn't respond, not knowing what to say

"Do you want me to clean your neck?"

He asked , in that seductive tone again

"W-why?"

I asked in confusion
But find the answer when I smell the odour of the guys mouth on me and I can't stand it another second , I'm too injured to do it myself, shit do I have to ask this dickhead to do it?

"O-ok"

I said as he offers me a hand , I thanked god he didn't pick me up again

I get up slowly , following him to the bathroom, my hand gripped firmly by his , not too tight , not too loose

He suddenly turns, leaving my hand, making me feel like a warm glove had been pulled off my hand while it was ice cold outside

He looks down at me, and picks me up, this time , from under my shoulders, like a child , I was about to react, but before I do that,he gently places me on the bathroom counter

I stare at him, is he really the same man who I was convinced, would kill me some day?

He takes a washcloth thats neatly folded on the huge bathroom counter, as I look around,it feels like Im in a hotel , his bathroom is probably as big as my bedroom

He turns the sink on , running the washcloth under water, steam coming from the cloth as he brings it up to my neck , gently rubbing me

It isn't too hot, it feels nice ,

He then pumps out some soap and rubs it into my neck again , then rinses it carefully , drying it off with another washcloth

He was high but he didn't get a single drop of water on my clothes

As he dried me off, he looks at my lips, intensely , a flare in his eyes, full of desire,
He's a monster, he's done the worst thing any human could physically do to another

I tell myself, almost as if I'm trying to convince myself not to fall for him

He picks me up again, bringing me back to the bed , tucking me in , and sitting besides me, just staring at me, scanning my face, my neck , my lips, my cheeks and nose , stroking a strand of my hair , looking at me as if I'm the first woman he's ever seen

I'm just laying there, waiting for the ground to eat me alive, I felt his heavy deep eyes on me, making me tense

After about 10 minutes of admiring me , his hand snakes on my neck, slowly going behind , lifting up my neck gently , as my head also lifts , my face inches away from his, I felt his nose touch mine, and his warm breath on my skin , also the scent of alcohol

Before I could react , he kisses my neck , roughly this time , but I can't control myself, this was the first time I had been kissed

A gasp escapes my lips , but Is cut short by his , as he sucks in my bottom lip

His lips are just as soft as they look, and warm, I want to stab him, punch him , do something, but I just.....can't

he's kissing me as if im his last meal, but all I want to do every time I look at him is shove a knife down his throat

How fucking dare he? Torture me? And now this? Id rather die

I place my hands on his shoulders , and push him back , the suction his lips had on my neck breaking , making a sound

I wait for a punch , a knife to my throat, something, but he just stares at me in disbelief

But then , he pulled my neck closer , kissing it again

I push him off again

"Don't "

His voice cold and scary , making my heart skip a beat, and my body freeze

The power he holds in his voice , is something no one can truly understand without hearing it