6. The beast within

She’s smaller than I expected. She looks much frailer. For a ballet dancer, she fits all the standards. Despite her straight posture and her elegant, almost feline way of walking, I can see the way her body lingers for more. More rest. More food and definitely more of ~ me.

I’m not sure if I will ever forget the way anger took root in my chest when I saw that scum approach her. Not just that. The way he tried to make his move in such a forceful way. Did he not know a doe like her would scare easily? Did he not see the fear that hid behind those stormy blue eyes of hers? Did he not feel the distrust in her voice when she tried to gently turn him down?

The fact that he knew and he still pushed it, the fact that he was ready to dump drugs into her drink and have her in the bathroom, made me blind with rage. It made my stomach turn and my inner demons recoil in disgust and spite. No one was allowed to lay their hands on her-

Needless to say, I did not expect the next thing to happen. And