Isabella Summer is an average, bright 17 years old book nerd, who couldn't wait to graduate her senior year of high school to attend her dream college in a state over.
She aspired to be an author.
She aspired to live quietly and peacefully.
And s...
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A door slamming woke me up from my deep slumber. I didn't know when I had fallen asleep but I probably passed out after crying uncontrollably, thinking about how much I hated my situation in life right now. This might be the only original experience I've ever had in life apart from other girls. I prayed no other girl would ever meet somebody like Xavier and go through this hell.
My eyes scanned around the room until they landed on Xavier, freshly out of the shower. It didn't look like he was in a good mood. My heart instantly felt heavy at the thought of that.
I pulled on my hands, forgetting that they were cuffed to the bed posts. I whined, feeling the pain that shot through my arms.
How long have I been left like this?
"Do you know just how fuckable you look right now, Bella?" He said across the room, clear lust in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and avoided eye contact with him, he didn't deserve it. I saw him drop the towel around his waist to the floor, slowly approaching the bed and I prayed to God that he'd just leave me alone and go to bed. What is wrong with him? Seriously.
"Don't," he grabbed my face sternly, "roll your eyes at me."
I could feel how hard he was. I didn't get how someone could possibly be this turned on all day, everyday.
Horn fucking dog.
Xavier was the literal definition of it.
I winced under his firm grip on my soft face. We held intense eye contact for a few more seconds before I broke it up. Each and every second passed looking into his blue, cold eyes was painful, it was a constant reminder of the situation.
"When is your graduation?" He fully got on top of me suddenly, playing with my hair strands seemingly excited.
"In a few weeks."
He smiled hearing my answer. I wondered what was going on in his sick twisted mind.
"Great. When do you wanna start moving your stuff to mine?" Caressing my cheek, "So you'll be fully moved in by the time you graduate."
My eyes instantly snapped to his. I never agreed to this.
"What do you mean? We never agreed that I would be moving in with you after graduation." I shift uncomfortably in my place when I saw his facial expression darken. Anxiety swirled in the pit of my stomach when I remembered I was still handcuffed to the bed.
His right hand wrapped itself around my delicate neck, slightly squeezing it, "I said you are, so you are moving in."
"B-But what about my parents? I-I... They will never approve of it!" I was saying whatever excuse that came to my mind at this point. Still being careful with my words because he could easily kill me in seconds if he's to squeezed a little too hard on my neck for a little too long.
