♕—Delilah I crawl back onto the bed, trying to get away from him. Shaking my head side to side in defiance. "No!" "Take off your clothes" he demanded once more. His face was devoid of any emotion. My heart raced, my blood churned, and I shook my head hard, swallowing. Please, God, no, please, please, God, no."No!" I screamed, my tone coated with fear.Before I could reach for the other lampshade, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I fought him, I fought him hard but he was too powerful, too strong. My attempts to hit him did nothing to him, my punches didn't even faze him. "Do it before I do it for you" the threat was real, he meant each and every word. I kicked him with my free leg but he grabbed it too in a single hand, he shoved his other hand into his pocket and whipped out a pocket knife. My breath quickened and I used every muscle in my body to stifle a whimper. He was going to rape me. I’d only ever been with Jack. The only guy who I had ever let i
♕—Delilah My eyes went to his hands and I noticed the ropes and some kind of collar; the one you'd put on a dog. I slowly stood up, my back still pressed against the wall. I watched as he closed the door behind him, locked it, and slid the key into his pocket, my eyes followed his every single movement. "What is that?" I questioned, trying to keep my trembling voice strong. He didn't answer me, he just approached me like a hungry wolf, his evil eyes gleaming in the dark. I tried to move but the panic set in, freezing every muscle in my body. "What are you doing?" God, I was regretting, I was regretting my decision of choosing this monster, I should have stayed in that dirty cell, I should have just stayed there. Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry! God! Delilah, please don't you dare cry! He opened up the rope and I raised a finger, "Don't you dare step closer to me! Get back!" He only stared at me with a blank face before he stalked towards me and within two to three long stride
TW: This chapter include graphic references to topics such as self-harm and violence. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈♕—Delilah I sat over my bed, the after-effect of the electric shock I received yesterday wore off through the night. My muscles still ached but anger consumed me more. I don't care who these people were and what had they done, they couldn't be worse than my own father. I had lived with animals my whole life, I was to be handed to a beast in the name of marriage. So, if this person thinks that I will be afraid of him and will cower away in his presence then he is wrong. I have tried everything I could possibly do while being locked up in this room to take this collar off my neck but it just wouldn't come off. I slammed the back of my neck into the wall multiple times; it only hurt me, and nothing happened to the metal collar. I wrapped my arms around myself, I was still dressed in his clothes, I don't know how many days I will have to spend in them before I get to change cl
♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair. When I captured her in the woods, I thought she'd be easy to break, I thought she'd start to cry in no time, and she'd start begging for mercy but she surprised me. Women always break down easily, they respond the most to pain, even looking at a knife in my hand they'd piss their pants but the princess was not like them. I compared her to the women I’d dealt with so far. She wasn't like them, I underestimated her. I don't think I'd seen her cry either, not even once. She tries to hide her fear but the way her ro
♕—Delilah I peeled open my eyes with difficulty and looked up at the ceiling. My eyes filled with terror and confusion. I looked down at my wrist and saw a bandage neatly wrapped around it. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a defeated sigh. "No, please, no..." my voice came out as a rough whisper. With difficulty, I sat up and my eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room. It was not the room I had been living for the past week. The furniture was different. I was no longer on a single bed but a huge king-sized bed. The floor was no longer covered in red carpet, but it was black. The curtains were not the same as the ones that had been hanging in the room before.Where was I? How did I get here?I got up and dropped my feet to the ground, but they felt as though they weighed a hundred pounds each. I looked down and noticed that my clothes had been changed, I wasn't wearing the shorts and t-shirt now, I was in an oversized sleep gown. I walked to one of the windows and pulled back the
♞—Lorenzo I woke up with a start as my hand touched something warm and incredibly soft. I raised my head and saw the princess clinging to my side in her sleep. She stirred and got even closer to me, putting her arm over my chest. I stayed there and waited for her to move away on her own. I have never shared a bed with a woman before, it was odd to have someone in my bed. My eyes went to her face and I found myself staring at her.After a few moments, she shifted again, rolling over onto her side, taking away the warmth of her body. Her breathing evened out. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, like a painting.I slowly got up and leaned against the headboard, my eyes never leaving her face. Her golden hair was sprawled across my black sheets, her flawless pale skin seemed unreal against the dark duvet. The gown she was wearing had been all wrenched up while she was asleep, exposing the upper half of her breasts, baring too much of her skin. My trousers tightened painfully as I div
♕—Delilah After Lorenzo left, I kept sitting in the same spot as he had left me. I had noticed that Lorenzo had taken rid of every single mirror in his house but if I wanted to attempt suicide once more, I could use anything at all. I could throw myself down the flight of stairs—I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts. After last night, I really didn't know what to think. Lorenzo wasn't a normal man. He was an animal, he was the devil. I swear I saw the devil in his eyes last night. The way he easily sent that man to his death gave me the chills. My father is a cruel man, he had sent many men to their demise but I have never seen a sight that disturbing. It almost looked like he was enjoying ripping someone else's body apart. The way he tasted that man's blood, the way he relished the taste, and the way he breathed in the scent of blood made me want to throw up. I was up against a monster. The only way you can outsmart a monster is to think like a monster. I need to get into
♕—Delilah "I fucking told you to not start what you can't fucking finish!" I was breathless and dazed as I looked back into his eyes. "W-what?" He narrowed his eyes, looking at me. Like he was trying to read me, understand me. "What are you trying to do?" I shook my head, feeling his warmth seep into mine. "Nothing..." my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you right now?" he asked, the threatening edge in his voice not lost on me. "Do you have any idea what kind of man I am?" Mama, Anthony, Jack. Their names and their faces resounded in my head again and again... Be strong Delilah, be strong for them. My hands fisted the back sheets underneath me. "You said you won't hurt me, you gave me your word..." I whispered as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine. He cocked an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Who said I was going to hurt you? There are other forms of torture, princess, that don't require any pain" His fingers threaded in my ha