I feel the tear roll down my face; there is nothing that I can do. I'm tied to this chair; I cannot leave no matter how badly I want to.
I don't want to see this; I don't want to see him with her. I push against the chair, and it makes a screeching noise on the wooden floor.
He catches my gaze, and I feel my heart rate increase.
My mate. He's looking at me with his deep ocean blue eyes, the eyes that I've dreamt about; I hate them. I hate him. I hate him for taking me away from my home; I hate him for torturing me, but most of all, I hate how much I still want him after everything he's done to me.
He spreads her legs wider, and she moans when he pulls out and slams into her, never taking his eyes off me. The tears continue to fall, but I don't try and hide them from him. I'll show hi
