One Night Only

LILLIE

I was still standing, trying to cover some parts of my body with my hands. He came closer, grabbed me roughly by the face, holding my chin with one hand.

Memories flashed through my mind about my family, thinking of my mother, my sister and my beloved niece. If I was going to be raped and then killed, or whatever it was going to do to me, the last thing I wanted to have in my head was them.

How could I be attracted to someone like that?

I questioned myself mentally. I was a monster, someone who had no feelings or remorse whatsoever.

Well, that was the least of it now. What was done was done and he had me at his mercy. At any moment, he could do whatever he wanted with me. Fearing that he was going to hurt me.

“Now you’re mine, “he squeezes my cheeks tighter, while he speaks in my ear in whispers. “I own you.

What is this lunatic talking about?

“As I told him at the beginning, I think he got the wrong person. “I answer with difficulty because of his grip.

“Shhh! “he lets go of me to grab my neck without squeezing so hard, and with his other hand he brings his index finger to my lips. “I’ve paid for you, just one night.

I stiffen at his words, “Paid, just one night, what is he talking about?

“I-I don’t understand…” I stammer.

But he interrupts me abruptly.

“What have I paid for you, and don’t make me repeat things more than twice, I don’t like to give explanations for anything. “I shake my head. I can, he continues to run his finger over my lips, my face. “For this occasion it will only be one night, but I will do my best to make you completely mine.

I swallow saliva, he keeps on saying incoherent things. But I pluck up the courage to answer him.

“Indeed he is wrong, I am not a prostitute! “I look at him with courage. “They mistook me for some other dancer,” she confronts him.

I never thought I would be able to confront him, especially with that gun in his other hand.

He shakes his head, while he shushes me with a “shhh”.

“I know you’re the same one I bumped into at the club and the same one who danced with a mask. That blonde hair and those emerald eyes are unmistakable.

“But… but… but… I’m just a club dancer, not a prost…

She interrupted me again without letting me finish what I was saying.

“I don’t care if you are or not, “he says. “You’re mine, period!

“I think you are crazy.

“I think so too, sometimes we need that madness to survive in this fucking hell. “I didn’t understand what he meant.

I ignored what he said anyway, I didn’t care what he said, I just wanted to get out of here running as fast as possible and get away from this danger man. But there was no way, especially if he kept holding me tightly. I was starting to lose my patience, at any moment I was going to shout his truths, I was fed up with him.

I started to look for the right words to get him to let go and let me go, but I wasn’t sure if I should keep struggling or pretend to distract him and run away at the moment. I had to come up with a plan, but that would take a long time.

I look up at his dilated pupils, then lower his gaze to my lips. My heart is pounding and aching and restless with fear. One of his hands grabs my hip, where he brings the gun, without giving me time to retort his lips take mine, melting into an aggressive, deep kiss. Suddenly I feel his tongue probing the inside of my mouth. I struggle, as I punch him in his chest. He holds me tightly by the nape of my neck, forcing me to follow him in the kiss.

I never thought my first kiss was going to be like this. I feel my cheeks getting wet from my tears, I couldn’t take it anymore and my weakness came out. I didn’t want to cry in front of this monster.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Without stopping fighting, I try to take him off as I can. I keep fighting, but. I can’t with him as he is so much bigger than my body. So, without thinking, I just act and bite him on the lip, so hard that I draw blood. He grunts as he pulls away from me, but thus interrupting the torturous kiss, I mentally thank him for my accomplishment.

But I am still afraid that he will now shoot me as he had said. After I see him touch his lip to check for blood, he looks at me again with that cold, angry look.

I think I woke up the demon.

I quickly close my eyes when I finally see his hand rising, thinking he might hit me, but that blow never comes, I only feel him grab my arm tightly to throw me back to the bed, and that’s when I realize that I’ve reached my end.

I open my eyes at the moment of impact when I fall and I see that he comes closer to corner me on the bed, but at that moment a cell phone rings. It is not mine because I left it in the backpack I was carrying and I don’t know where I am after the guy drags me to his sports car.

The cell phone rings again, he curses in a loud voice, which even makes me jump with fright. I check that it’s his while he takes it out of his pants pocket, looks at the screen, he’s still standing in front of me, without waiting any longer. He answers saying something in his stupid language that I don’t understand at all.

He turns around to leave the room, closing the door behind him, leaving me there alone. And I sighed, finally I could breathe calmly, letting out all the air I had accumulated. After calming down a bit, I stand up to gather my belongings and try to get dressed. I didn’t care if he got annoyed when he came in for having dressed me, I was going to do it in case I had to run, since naked, I wouldn’t dare to do it.

Being in front of that man is exhausting. I take advantage of his absence to look for my bag in the room, to see if I had left it here, but after searching everywhere, I found that I had not.

“You can go,” he says when he enters the room.

I am stunned by that sudden big change. He is still upset. I can notice it in his clenched jaw and his dark look. I don’t know what made him change so fast, I don’t think twice and in a few steps I am already out of the room. Before leaving the suite, I look for my bag around the place, and it is that if I didn’t bring my identity, cell phone and house keys, I would leave without thinking about it. And also how I was going to pay for a cab, but that was the least of it. I could even run home because of how desperate I was.

“One of my men is waiting for you outside, he will take you, “he adds to my silence.

“No need, “and the only thing I wanted to do was to leave and not to know anything more about this man and those guys with a thug look.

“I’m not asking you, it’s an order. “I mumbled. “And let me make it clear, you belong to me and I will come back for you.

And so, without adding anything else, he turned to go back into the room. I snort at his weird behavior. Not taking any more notice of anything else. I get out of there, and I realize that the mastodons are there waiting for me and three more placed near the door are one of them comes closer, carrying my backpack in his hands. Well, he even did something good, like taking care of it.

When he gets to me, he offers it to me and, without thinking twice, I snatch it from him, he tells me that he will escort me home, and I just tell him to take me back to the club. He insists on the same since his boss ordered him to do so.

Damn, that’s all he knows how to give orders.