Zandik x Sohreh

Knives game

When I opened my eyes he was still holding me. His grip on me was tight, as I could feel his slow breath.

I slowly leaned further into his hug. It's hard to not cuddle with him when he's so sweet.
His handsome face. His beautiful curly hair. His gorgeous red eyes.
- How do you always wake up before me? - He asked.
I got surprised. He laughed.
- You're sweet - he gave me a kiss on the cheek. - Actually you're the sweetest girl I ever met.
- Stop - I blushed.
- I love you - he hugged me closer.
I stared at his smile. It was charming as always.
I just laid here as he kept his hands around me until I heard snoring. I looked at his face and saw that he's already snoring.
That was certainly quick.

***

I woke up in the same bed as before. Despite the ropes it felt nice. Nice to be loved so much.
Wait. What the hell am I thinking? Zandik kidnapped me! He does act nice, but he is still a kidnapper.
I looked at the window. It was covered with blinds. At least it's better than the last time.
The door opened. Zandik entered the room. He sat on the bed.
- How's my princess doing? - he asked with a smile on his face.
No answer from me surprised him. He leaned closer to me.
- Darling? - he grabbed my chin.
I immediately pushed him away.
- Is Everything alright? - he asked, shocked.
- Yes! - I screamed, not sure how to feel.
- Why are you acting this way?
I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my leg.
- Sohreh, can you please stop? - he asked, expecting me to calm down.
- Why are you acting this way? - he repeated his question from before, confused at my visible anger.
- You kidnapped me! - I screamed.
He was flabbergasted.
- But didn't you forgive me already?
- No!
- Then why would you treat me like you did?
I was dumbfounded, but as I saw his face full of focus on mine I yanked my leg out of his grip.
- I don't know!
- What do you mean you don't know?! - he suddenly seemed irritated.
- I mean I don't know!
Suddenly I felt a punch on my stomach and squirmed in pain.
His eyes were shining with pure rage, as he grabbed my neck.
- You don't know, eh?
I felt something bad is about to happen, so my eyes went towards his other hand. A knife. A small, but threateningly sharp knife. When I attempted to scream he punched my stomach again and put the knife in my mouth.
With every second it was getting closer to my tongue. Every second felt like forever. Like an eternity of pure fear and hatred.
When the knife touched my tongue, he didn't try to be careful.