Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

My eyes were watery at this time.

Before I had a chance to back away and breathe, his free hand connected to my face with a force I never encountered.

He slapped me across the face. It rocked me back and I fell on the floor with my hand on the carpet, either side of my body.

My eyes were on the ground. Unable to meet his gaze. I was never slapped by anyone. No one ever raised a hand on me. I placed my hand on my burning cheek. 
D-did he j-just slaps me? 

Something watery descended my face. 

Tears?

Once that fresh first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream with hundreds of pearls of my emotions.
I stayed like that. My mind was processing what had just happened. I was beyond shocked to interpret anything. I never in my entire life thought that someone would hit me. 
I gasped loudly when he grabbed me by my hair and banged my head against the table. My head started throbbing from the impact. 

He didn't even give me time to breathe in an ounce of oxygen when he tightened his hold on my hair and threw me on the chair on his right. I fell on the chair and the chair fell from the influence. 

My head hurts too much. My body hurt too much. It seemed that everything hurt too much. Slowly, my senses started to send reports back to my brain. There were going to be bruises on my arms and legs and those upcoming ugly blue-black bruises were only fueling my anger and fear. 

And fear was dominating my anger.

I kept my eyes closed not because I didn't want to see anything but because I didn't want to know what he would do further.

"Get up," he said.

I made no move to get up. It's not like I wanted to defy him but my body was not allowing me to do so. My whole body was aching. 

Why was he doing this?!

I wanted to scream.

"NOW!" he growled. I immediately stood up on my feet with wobbly legs. I gripped the table for support. I knew I would feel if I would keep standing. I kept looking down. I could feel his anger radiating through him.

Was it just I or the room was getting colder too!

He moved towards me with threatening steps making me take a step back away from him. His one step, my two. But I was out of luck when I gasped as my back hit the edge of the table. He let out an amused yet sinister chuckle. And following moment he wasted no time and caged me between the table and his muscular body. His movements were very sharp that I barely had time to react before he grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me towards him. 

"P-please!" I started but he promptly shoved me against the table. The fear was engulfing me. He was too close for my liking. I pressed my hands against his chest to push him away. But he swiftly grabbed my wrists, held them behind my back, and pulled? me closer towards his chest. 
He leaned forward and positioned his head in the valley of my neck and inhaled deeply.

"Now, you will think twice before disobeying me." His harsh voice rang through my ears like alarm bells and I saw black dots in front of my eyes from all the exhaustion, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and then I felt myself fall into a comfortable numbness.

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