"Go look for it!" he yelled
I flinched at his voice. Full of hate.
" but i don't know where. I never touched it. Sire."
He was in front of my in a swift.
He lifted up his hand as if he was going to strike me. But instead he
moved my hair out my face. To look at me clearly. He stared at my
bruised face. He gently touched my left cheek. I flinched. He simply
smiled.
"I never asked you if you touched it. I told you to FIND IT!"
I looked at him through wide eyes. I tried to cover my fear with
anger. But I clearly failed since he laughed.
I nodded and shoved away his hand, getting up.
He just stood there. Watching me. That's what he does best. Watch and
observe. When I turned away he was suddenly in front of me. His hands
on my shoulders.
" I enjoy you here my dear. If I didn't, I'll have you tied to my
floor while you watch me torture you. If I didn't, I wouldn't allow
you to talk and act to me in such a way. This bruise" he jabbed my
abused cheek, I moved back in pain "is nothing compare to what I'll do
to you. You have a slick mouth that I enjoy tasting. But one more
wrong word that come from it I'll rip out your damn tongue. Am I
clear?"
I nodded. Terrified to use my voice.
"good. But don't think that I don't care. If I didn't I wouldn't have
went through all that trouble to bring you back to me. To go back for
you, my love. "
I didn't reply. I was to scared to move. He leaned in. I tried to
move. But like what he always does, he made me stand still. Locked in
my body. He kissed me. Hard. I chocked back a scream. I knew what was
coming. That heat. That heat that made where I am. Hell. My chest
stopped breathing. My heart pounding hard. My eyes tearing. He moved
back to watch me. I silently begged him to make it stop. I dropped to
the floor. At his feet. Like he wanted. Instead of watching me. He
bend down and whispered,
"this is the price you pay for what you have done. To me. To your so
called family. " he stood up straight. Flexed his shoulders and walked
away. As I layed there. Trying to swallow down my pain...