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You can’t even remember the feeling of the sun on your skin, the way the wind would brush your hair and rain would wash your face. It all seems too foreign. After all you haven’t seen the light of the day for weeks. Maybe months or even years. Your perception of time has been altered. Ever since you met him, everything in your life has been altered. He has broken you down and created anew. Everything you have been, all of your previous existence in this world, the connections you have made with people, the career you have built. It’s all gone.
You hear the twist of the keys in the old rusty iron door. You were kept as an animal. Locked behind a strong door as if your desire to run away and roam the world free posed a danger to society. Perhaps in some way the assumption was right. Because god knows what he would do if you dared to escape.
The sound of him pushing the heavy door open makes you jump back closer to the opposite edge of the room. As if that could help you in any way. Cuffed and starved, you had no way to protest. Involuntarily, you lock your eyes with him. Greeted with that devilish spark in his eyes, shivers run down your spine. You may have already been through a lot with him but the fear never goes away. He always finds a way to surprise you.
“Waste of space.”
He always makes sure to give you such a warm greeting.
Shivering you make an attempt to hide your face behind your knees. You feel the tears stinging in your eyes. Falling for this man was the biggest mistake of your life.
“You think that help?” he mocks you in his broken way of speaking your language, ”Useless little bitch.”
At the speed of light he’s already there. Mere inches away from you harshly grabbing your hair. He drags your face from behind your knees abusing your scalp. You shriek in pain as you look at him blurry eyed seeking for mercy.
“I’m- I’m so sorry....Please. Please!”
He harshly grabs your jaw making you meet his gaze. He’s enjoying every second of it. All the sounds of pain you make, all the tears you shed. It’s as if he feeds on your fear.
You freeze on the spot as he gets closer. His breath softly brushes against your skin. At least that’s one thing that’s soft about him. You feel his tongue on your cheek, licking away the tears all up to your eye bag softly brushing your wet lower lashes. You don’t dare to move, even your breathing stops with your heart heavily beating in your chest. He moves away and you loudly exhale in pleasure. Breathing a lot heavier you avert your gaze as you feel your cheeks heat up.
“Freak.”
“Feitan... I love you.”
Oh, you are completely delusional!