Darkness flooded my vision when Hades Black pressed a particular piece of clothe to my nose. One minute I had him pressed against the wall, with the blunt side of my knife pressed against his skin; I was teasing him. But then, the very next minute he had me pressed against the counters, with the sharp side of the knife pressed against my throat.
I also thought he was teasing me like I was teasing him. But much to my dismay, he wasn't teasing me. He pushed me in the arms of darkness in ways that made me doubt the actions of him, my beloved boyfriend. The question, I didn't wish to think occurred in my mind yet again. Does he really love me? Or was everything a game? Again?
The desire to laugh at my stupidity was intense. I wanted to cry on my stupid decisions. I wanted to laugh at my ow
