Page 12 of Creep
Steeling my spine, I push my way past him, my arm brushing his chest in my haste. My breath catches in my throat, the instant heat traveling up my arm from his touch is unnerving as hell. Goosebumps cover my arms despite the heat I’m feeling all the way to my bones.
Behind me, he flicks the lights on and the room suddenly comes to life. I walk into the massive space and look around, my eyes flicking between multiple focal points because everything catches my eye at once. The house looked huge from the outside, but now I’m inside with fucking light, I realize it’s much bigger.
As I already saw outside, the walls are mainly made of glass, giving an exquisite view of the trees right outside. The sun has completely set in the time it took us to get inside, so as I peer out of the window, all I see is the dark surrounding the trees. It’s eerie as hell and causes chills to run through my body. For some reason, there’s something about the woods out here that gives me the creeps.
Turning back, I keep looking around, avoiding the man's eyes but I feel them on me like I’m his prey and he’s the predator, preparing to pounce.
I do my best to ignore his gaze as I check out the rest of his house. From what I can see, it’s all one big room for the most part with the exception of a few doors off to the back down a small hallway. The modern looking kitchen has its own space and the living room takes up the majority of the remaining area.
The walls that aren’t glass, are painted a steel gray with nothing but a few abstract paintings hanging sporadically around to divert from the fact the house has absolutely no personal effects.Well, isn’t that interesting. If this is his home, why don’t I see anything personal?
Not knowing what else to do because it took all of five minutes to look around, I walk over to the massive light gray sectional which takes up half of the floor space in the center of the room and gingerly take a seat.
The entire time I was walking around, I could feel his eyes trailing me. It was easier to ignore it when I had a way to distract myself, but now that I am just sitting here, his eyes burn a whole straight through me. I shift from side to side a few times, utterly uncomfortable with the undivided attention he’s giving me. Mainly because it’s something I haven’t experienced before.
Earlier, at my parents’ house, it was a thousand times easier to give him an attitude because I had the security of my own home backing my resolve. But now? Now I don’t have anything but nerves eating away at me. I look up at him through my lashes and hold his gaze. I’m fucking terrified, but I will never show him a sliver of fear. I have been through a hell of a lot worse than this man or anything he can put me through. And if it does get to be too much? I can always cut.
Just thinking about it brings the level of comfort I need to start this unwanted, but apparently fucking necessary conversation with him.
“What’s your name?”
“That’s really your first question to me baby? Aren’t there things you want to know more? And if I were you, I’d ask shit you truly want the answers to you because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not really a man who answers people's questions if I don’t feel like it.”
I stew for a minute, thinking about the things I want to know, but the only one I can think of, is I want to know his name. Everything else is purely semantics when you’re being forced against your will.
Sure of my answer, I respond to him, “Yes, that really is my first question to you. Actually, it’s my only question. I don’t give a fuck about the answers to anything else because they won’t change a goddamn thing.”No matter how much I wish they could.
“Name is Vincent, baby doll, and if I were you, I’d get real acquainted with it. I plan on having you scream it,a lot. Depending on your attitude, it can be in pain,orin pleasure. But my personal favorite is both.”
My skin heats for reasons I don’t know. I didn’t think I was attracted to him in any way, but of—fucking—course my body doesn’t feel the same way. I can feel the heat work its way up my neck and onto my cheeks, showcasing my feelings right to the asshole.
When he notices, he bellows a laugh and I swear on everything, I want to punch that stupid ass smirk off of his face. Clenching my fists, I shoot off the couch and march over to him.
Just like every other time I get pissed off, I let it overtake my body as I shove myself right into his space. My hands on his chest throws me off for a moment as heat travels up my arms.Fuck. He feels so warm.
I push him as hard as I can, but of course he doesn’t move an inch. Ignoring his tall, lean, and statue-like persona, I tilt my head as far up as it will go so I can look him in the eyes.Motherfucker is tall. Like well over six foot or something.I don’t know anything other than the fact it hurts my neck to look at him.Annoying.
“I want to get one thing clear, motherfucker, I am not your goddamnslave, toy, or whatever the fuck. You will never put your hands on me in a manner I am not okay with. And to make another thing clear, that is something I willneverbe okay with.
“Second, you are not going to tell me what to fucking do. I am here because I don’t have another choice, but it doesn’t mean I am going to roll over like a fucking dog at your commands. If you think that’s what’s going to happen, you’re in for a rude awakening.” I spit my words out with as much venom I can manage, but being this close to him is causing my confidence to wane and my anger to dissipate.
Touching him is really fucking with my head and I haven’t the faintest clue why. All I can feel is his touch burning against my skin and I’m not even touching him.
Suddenly his hand shoots down to grab my throat in a harsh, unyielding grip. He spins around and shoves me back, my skull smacking against the wall with a punishing blow. My head instantly starts throbbing, but I can’t think about that when his hand squeezes, blocking my airways.
He continues to squeeze until I swear he’s crushing my fucking windpipe with the palm of his hand. Panicking, I grip his wrist with both hands and attempt to yank him off to no avail. He merely laughs at my weak attempt and I don’t fucking know how he does it, but he manages to squeeze even tighter.
My head swims with the loss of oxygen and black dots dance around the edge of my vision. Right as I think I’m going to pass out, he loosens his hand enough to let me suck in a ragged breath before clamping down again.
“I want to get another thing clear, baby doll,” he says in a mocking tone. “It’s fucking cute you think you can tell me what to do. Let me just say this so we can have all of our facts laid out on the table.
Goosebumps crawl across my skin as he speaks, terrified of what it could mean.
“But anyway, fact number one. Youaremy fucking slave. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Free Will? That doesn’t exist for you anymore and the sooner you realize it, the better things will go for you. But let me tell you a little secret,” he bends his head down, lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “I fucking love that attitude of yours just as much as I hate it. It makes my dick the hardest it has ever been.”
He trails his tongue along the shell of my ear as he talks and his words are making my pussy impossibly wet and I fucking hate myself for it.Well, as much as I hate myself at this moment, I don’t think I can make it much worse.
He loosens his hold over my throat just enough I manage to shove away from him. I back away, putting as much distance between us as I can.
