Limerence

Oops

Up until now, I was being dealt with gently , but now , I'm not .

I was brought back , and thrown

On the floor of a random bedroom,

"You shouldn't have fucking done that"

I heard a terrifying voice say, even though I was at the verge of dying already, he still didn't have any mercy on me

He grabbed my ankles, as if they were toys , and dragged me towards the bed

He then picked up a weird chunky circle thing

And clasped it to one of my ankles

"There, now go wherever"

Wherever?

I asked myself

Until I realised that I was put on house arrest

"N-no please you can't"

I whispered as I looked at him turn around

"I can't?"

He replied, his voice deepened

He slowly made his way towards me , as he stood over me , looking down at me with those terrifying eyes

I didn't move a muscle, instead I inched back until my back hit the bed

He came closer , kneeling down , trying to be at my level but he was way bigger , and I still had to look up to him

"Wanna see what I can do?"

He said , pulling out his gun

My eyes were glued to the gun , as he grasped it in one of his hands as if it was weightless

He was very close to me , my knees were up against my chest , as my hands were shaking , both of them wrapped around my stomach because of the pain

"I- I'm sorry p-please-"

"Shut it"

He spoke aggressively

As he brought the gun close to my face, my heart skipped a beat

I thought he was going to hold it against my head , or nose, to try to scare me, or even finish me

But instead, he held it under my chin , forcing me to look up into his eyes , as I was staring at the gun the whole time

I didn't have the courage to do that, but I sure could feel his eyes on me, studying my features, carefully looking at every inch of my face , it was making me uncomfortable, but not in a way that I felt when weird men looked at me, but in a way that I didn't feel pretty enough to be stared at so carefully , I hated the feeling, but who are we to control them?

I thought to myself as he pulled about something else from his pocket , a little silver bottle , oh wait.....it was a flask

I realised when my vision cleared , my eyes were blurry because of how much i had been crying , my nose red , my lips bloody of how much I had been peeling the skin off them , my hair was also a mess, it was open , everywhere.

When I saw the flask , I suddenly knew what he reeked of, i couldn't recognise the smell precisely since my nose was stuffy ,

but I did when I saw him open the lid and chug it in one go

He didn't look drunk? But he probably drank so much that he had gained control of himself

If he really is, I could take advantage of it

Let's test it

"A-are.....are you....u-uhm tired?"

I asked as he looked at me, his eyes redder than they usually were

"What?"

He asked, his voice was now so deep and husky that it sounded like he was faking it

"A-are you t-tired?"

I asked again , this time getting an answer

"Mhm"

He replied, his eyes closed as he said that and nodded slightly

He was close to me , both his knees on the floor as he sat in front of me, his neck looked a bit red and sore as one of his hand was on it , pressing lightly , the other holding the flask , his curly hair hanging down

"W-why were you d-drinking?"

I asked, scared for my life, but I had to take advantage of this guy being drunk somehow

"Because you fucking left me"

He said , boldly , taking another sip

"And I was ready to burn down every single fucking particle of the world to find you"

He spoke,  this time looking dead into my eyes , so deep I could feel his words

Fuck . Well this isn't going to be easy but for some reason , I felt something I had never felt before , the state he was in, his curls , his hands grasping the flask , and his lips which were wet with alcohol, all made me feel like killing him , pure hatred , he ripped me apart , making me cry day and night

"I-I'm sorry"

I replied, not knowing what else to say

He rolled his eyes , taking another gulp

"D-does your n-neck hurt?"

I asked , trying my best to stay alive at this point

"Why do you care?"

He asked , as looked at me with his drunk eyes, frowning at me

It took a lot of courage and caused alot of pain, but I managed to slowly get on my knees, sitting in the same position he was in

"C-can I?"

I asked as I slowly and carefully brought my hand closer to his neck , I was horrified of this man, but this was my only chance

As I slowly brought my hand to his neck , he removed his hand from it , well , that was easy

I thought to myself as both my hands were placed on his neck , and I started to slowly and gently press and massage his neck, along with his shoulders

The whole time , his eyes were fixed on me , not taking another sip from the flask , just staring at me , my eyes , my lips , my whole face , as I nervously and terrifyingly tried not to look at him and focus on his, rather veiny and soft neck

We stayed like that for about 10 minutes, both of us sitting on the floor ,before I saw him put his flask down

I didn't think much of it, not until he put his hands on my waist , and before I could react , I was on his lap, being tightly hugged , both his hands grabbingmy body , not too hard to hurt me , he was being gentle , his face was nuzzled into my neck , as I felt his warm body against mine, his very nicely built chest and stomach, and his broad muscular shoulders, which were so soft

I tried to make him let go when I got over the shock 

But instead I stopped and I gave in, if I want to take advantage, I have to let him do this