VEILED OBSESSION

Chapter 5

Getting his creepy vibe, I bolted toward the door, heart pounding like crazy. Almost there, fingers on the handle, but nope – yanked right back into his chest. He gripped my wrist so damn hard, I was sure it'd leave a bruise.

Before I could even figure out what was going on, he shoved me into the bedroom. I hit the floor, and in a blink, he locked the door. My breath hitched, and tears threatened to spill.

He started ripping my top mercilessly. As I started defending myself from him with my hand, he took his belt and tied my hands.

Tears streaming down, I pleaded with him, "Stop, Damien. You can't do this." Gasping for another breath, my voice trembled as I continued, "We grew up together, for real. Have some respect. I'll do whatever you want, but please, not this."

As his eyes darkened, he retorted with a chilling threat, "Cross me, and you'll regret it. You're mine, and I'll make sure you never forget it."

In that moment, I realized there was no escape. Tears kept flowing, painting a vivid realization of the harrowing situation I found myself in.

He started ripping my top mercilessly. I resisted as he tried to lift my skirt.

As he threw me on the bed like some f*****g object, I couldn't help but think of the monster he has become.

I felt disgusted as he showed me his sinister smile. I tried to roll off the bed but he got on top of me, putting all his body weight, making me suffocated.

"This is why you gotta listen to me, Bella," Damien's words cut the air, frustration dripping from every syllable. "Didn't I drill it into your head? No talking to guys. And what do you do? Sneak around, trying to reach that dude, Brandon, again." His anger was like a storm, and my face? Probably looked as blank as a paused movie. How the hell did he find out?

"If you would obey, none of this would happen," Damien's voice cut through the tension. There was a heavy pause, a pregnant silence hanging in the air. "You unlocked this hell yourself, Bella." Another pause, emphasizing the weight of his words.

"Now suffer," he whispered, each syllable dripping with a venomous mix of frustration and cold resolve. My chest tightened, caught in the storm of emotions, as the realization of the consequences settled in.

The next thing I know, he started kissing my neck like a maniac. Kissing roughly, leaving hickeys, as I whispered in pain.

"Tell me, Bella, what were the damn rules?" Damien's voice was a low growl, frustration seeping through. When I didn't respond, he erupted, "f*****g answer me!" The sudden outburst made me jump a little, caught off guard by the intensity of his anger.

"Uh-uh... no, no talking to... to any guy," my voice trembled with each word, punctuated by stifled sobs. There was a hesitant pause, and then, as if gathering strength, I blurted out, "Do whatever you say... don't do anything without telling you." The emotional struggle echoed in my broken cadence, the words slipping through tears and heartache.

Desperation clawed at my words, "I promise to listen next time." The plea carried the weight of regret and a desperate attempt to salvage what was left, a promise made amidst tears and the shattered fragments of trust.

His gaze lingered on me for a fleeting moment. Then immediately. He shoved his tongue roughly in my mouth. Exploring every single inch like some psychopath.

Dominating me through the kiss, he roughly bite my lip making it bleed.

Whimpering in pain with headache, I started weeping silently. Pain evident in my red eyes.

"I'll make sure you listen to me next time," his words hung in the air, a veiled threat.

Is this the same Damien I grew up with? The one who used to be protective, always looking out for me? A wave of disbelief swept over me as he, now, became the source of my pain.

Throwing his wrapped towel on the floor, he put his tip at my entrance.

Attempting one last plea, I whispered, "Please, Damien, please don't do this. If you do, I'll lose all my respect for you." The words hung in the charged air, a final attempt to appeal to a shred of humanity in him.

"You chose to disobey, like always. Now bear the punishment," he said, shattering my last hope as the weight of his words settled over me.

In one swift move all of him was inside of me as I shouted loudly in pain.

He started pounding furiously without even letting me adjust. It hurts a lot. The sharp pain made me feel like my body was burning as if I couldn't breathe anymore at all. My head was spinning and it definitely felt like my last moment.

His biting in my body like an bloddy animal definitely didn't help. It made me loose my sense even faster. Before I fainted, the last thing I saw was him touching something in his hand and as realization hit him he started calling my name.

In the swirling haze of pain, Damien's voice cut through, distant yet desperate, calling my name. "Bella! Stay with me, please. I'm so sorry," his words echoed, reaching me like a faint murmur. Faintly aware of his pleas, I felt a strange mix of fear and vulnerability.

"Damien... hurts," I managed to murmur weakly, my words barely audible even to myself. Yet, his frantic apologies continued, each one a distant plea in the surreal landscape of my fading consciousness.

As the pain got worse, everything around me just turned into this dark, heavy fog. It was like some thick curtain dropping down, dragging me into this unconscious abyss.

Damien's voice, his apologies, the hurting – all of it just faded away into this weird quietness as I kind of got swallowed up by the dark. The last thing I felt was this lingering pain, like a shadow hanging on, before everything went totally black.