Chapter 006
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Chapter 006
Elena’s POV
I stood there frozen, the air thick and charged with tension. His menacing, low voice pierced me through the silence like a blade.
" Elena Antonova..." he said, his voice sharp, yet his words flowed naturally. His American accent was so sharp that it made my heart race. On his lips, the sound of my name seemed to knock at the very basis of my existence. His voice seemed to vibrate through my bones, thorough and deep.
I swallowed and made myself breathe deliberately; I couldn't let him know how much this was weighing on me. His dark eyes, green like a forest after the rain, glimmered with a fierceness that set my pulse racing.
"It's been a long time, Elena," he said, a slow smile drawing at the corners of his lips. That smile made me hate him. He seemed exactly aware of what was happening inside me.
Despite my body's urge to flee, I remained focused. His eyes bore into mine, relentless and unforgiving. As he approached, I could feel his breath warming my face. He moved closer until our noses nearly touched.
Desperate to break the link, I turned my head, but his hand shot out and grabbed my jaw too—too strong a grip. Mystified and frightened, I gasped at the pressure as his fingers dug into my flesh.
"Lying." We both know you are lying; your breath smells like mint, too close, too suffocating. His hand slid lower, fingers tightly encircling my neck with a force that thudded my heart painfully against my ribs.
My bitches. touched His palm felt like heat against my throat, pressure building. With one hand, I pushed a wrist ring to free it; it had no effect. His might was just too great.
Let go, I spat, fury blending with fear. My eyes met his, but I refused to look away.
"Why should I? voice dropped; it was dark and chilly. "You are just going to run away again, aren't you?"
His grip tightened, and I gasped. The air seemed to leave my lungs, my vision fuzzy. I felt panic biting at me. I had to prevent it from happening again. The situation must never happen again.
I intensified my battle, exerting pressure with my free hand on his chest, but he retreated. Note. Not one inch.
"Please," I said, my voice hardly audible. "This is not correct."
He laughed as if my words were useless, then quickly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. As my heart raced and I struggled to free myself, his grip was unyielding. As he kept me still, I could feel my muscles screaming in opposition.
Now his face was so near; I could see the tiny gold flecks in his dark eyes, but all I saw was danger. He was overly dominant and too close.
He murmured, "I like seeing you helpless," his eyes strayed down my body. I bobbed off; disgust coursed through me. His attitude towards me made me feel as asethough nothing more than an object for his entertainment. His looks stayed too long and too critical.
olivedim. What he made me feel—what he always made me feel— disgusts me. I refused to let him see my disgust. I would not give him the satisfaction.
Though I refused to let tears fall from the corners of my eyes, they burned there. He was not worth my weakness. He never lived up to expectations.
"Stop," I said, my voice wobbly. Simply stop.
Still, he did not. His face grew stiff as his hold on my waist tightened, and I could sense his unvarnished force in his motions.
"Admit it, Elena," he said, curling his lips into a nasty smirk, "just admit you were mistaken."
I swallowed and made myself concentrate. My voice barely above a whisper, I said, "I'm not wrong." My heart hammering in my chest, I could feel the hot surge of blood in my ears.
He leant in still closer, his breath scorching on my flesh. "You always think you're right, don't you? he said. You're not, though. You were.
The words struck me with a forceful impact, and for a brief moment, I believed that my surroundings had transformed. I had changed from being that girl. I was not the terrified, powerless object he tormented. I'd altered. But was that what he observed? Even now, did he really care?
Trying to break free, I pushed against him with all the strength I could muster without thinking. Though my palms rested on his chest, he remained motionless. He hardly flailed at all.
I gasped, "Sir, the word catching in my throat." Would kindly.
Darkly laughing, he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me towards the door, neglecting my appeal. My mind racing with ideas of escape, my feet staggered behind me as he pushed me down the hall, but I was unable to free myself.
When we reached the coffee spill, he pushed me down before I could react. My body thumped hard on the ground, and agony tore across my side.
"Lick it," he said, his voice austere and direct. I was thinking
king, not sure I understood his "What? Hats?
"Lick the coffee off the floor," he said, his voice laden with contempt. Then you are free to go.
I looked at the clutter on the floor and felt incredulity. There is nothing real about this. He was unable to be serious. But he was precisely what I sensed from the way he stood—rigid, sure of himself. He understood every word.
My stomach churned as a wave of nausea surged up in my chest. Where had I ended up? Why was he acting as he was? For me, what was his expectation? Though I had no idea, I definitely knew I wouldn't be playing along.
My voice quivering, I said, "You can't be serious."
"I am," he straightforwardly replied, his eyes narrowing. "Now do it."
I shook my head with my hands balling into fists. I refused to provide him with the satisfaction he sought. No matter how much he wished it, I would not be his puppet.
"No," I said, the word emerging more powerfully than I had anticipated.
The world momentarily came to a halt. His eyes darkened and his face stiffened as though I had just slapped him. From his throat came a low, dangerous growl.
With his voice barely audible, he warned, "You'll regret that."
I could feel the heat rising in my face, and my pulse was racing. The only thing this was This was the instant I either backed off or stayed firm. I could not let him triumph. I couldn't let him win right now. Not seldom.
But as I turned back to face him, I could see the fury building in his eyes. Though I had no idea what would follow, I wouldn't let him have easy access. Not sure.
He said, "You will," his voice laced with poison.
I was not flinching. Not this time.
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