23- Punishment

"I wish running away was this easy." ****** Running without any intention of looking back, I could feel my heart was about to burst from the strain collecting in my legs, making them numb. It felt cold, I felt frightened. It feels like I am running down the hallways of an abysmal path; knowing running is futile yet I ran. Away, far away from him where I could reach out for help. It's not his land, he can't stop me from extending my hand towards help. Losing my breath, I gained attention but I need to go where his eyes cannot find me. I was on the verge of sobbing, my body shivering but I won't stop. I ran into a street, not knowing where my feet would lead me but I sprinted to go where his eyes and monstrosity cannot follow me. Finding someone nearby, I rushed to them, 'Help me, please." I whispered, tears ruining my vision but sniffling I wiped them quickly. 'De quoi tu parles? (What are you talking about?)" The girl asked, tilting her head in confusion, worried when she saw me like this. Shivering, I glanced at the end of the street and back to her. 'Aidez moi. Où se trouve le poste de police? (Help me. Where is the Police Station?)" I asked desperately, my heart rate enhancing, the longer our conversation extended. My mind was in a state of panic that I didn't know if my sentence came out wrong or not. 'Quoi? (What?)" She blinked, stupefied at my condition but shutting my eyes, I almost sobbed. 'Please, help." I began to cry, unable to hold my tears, losing my patience by each passing second. 'Okay, Okay." Nodding, she came closer to help but my apprehension reached its peak when another deep voice with hidden fury came. 'Pas besoin. Elle est ma femme. (No Need. She is my wife.)" To say I am scared would be an understatement when I felt Sebastian fuming form behind me, indirectly proclaiming my worst nightmare. My body froze to the point I cannot speak a word. My vocal cords felt struck, the inability to react immobilized my very soul when his voice echoed in my ears and I lost consciousness by the fright building in my hollow chest. *** My head throbbed in pain when I heard Elyna's voice from afar, 'For enlivenment?" 'No, I want to witness his suffering by the one he loves, his devastation." My head felt heavy but I could recognize this voice clearly as Sebastian's which paralyzed my body with fear. 'Why?" 'So I could remind myself the measly matter of love brings nothing but misery and why ‘I' should avoid it at all cost." Sebastian's voice made me shiver violently. An eerie coldness embraced me but when I tried to shift I felt my wrists were cuffed to one side of the bed. I was horrified, I could feel his eyes upon me. 'Eileen." His strict voice called. I failed badly in acting to sleep. With tears coming near my eyes, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Sebastian before me with a displeased expression. All again in his supreme black attire, two buttons of his shirt opened, no waist coat with his sleeves rolled perfectly. Features harsher than they could ever be. He won't hold back this time. He would give me a proper punishment now to show what happens when I misuse the freedom he provided. 'S-Sebastian." Whispering, my eyes cannot see his dominant form clearly yet I felt numb, unable to raise my voice in this authoritative presence anymore. 'Sebastian, please…" I pleaded, resonance lower than a whisper. Taking a step back, the sound of his footsteps increased my heartbeats, my shivers when he closed the door. His silence began to kill me in anticipation. After locking the door, he began to take slow steps towards me, unbuttoning his shirt while he approached me like a hunter. Releasing convulsed gasps, I tried to move but my hands were tied, I cannot escape his fatality anymore. 'Sebas-" Before I could call his hand, he slammed his hand loudly on the bed frame, Almost uttering a shrill, piercing cry in fright, I shut my eyes. Impotent to bear his supreme presence, I began to sob. 'I am sorry, I am so sorry…" Breathing heavily, I pleaded for mercy but my mindlessness to find something which doesn't exist. Especially not when I have made him outraged. He took out an expensive dagger and began to trace it on the side of my face. My eyes widened in appall, lips sealed when the cold metal brushed against my skin. 'Do you know how many throats I have slit with this dagger?" His deep resonance came, ringing in my ears to induce irrecoverable fright. '24." My heart skipped a beat, on the verge of bursting. He had killed this many people with only this dagger. How many he must have killed with that gun of his then? Swallowing hard, I opened my teary gaze slowly, quivering but not making a move which could inflict a sharp cut on my skin. Leaning extremely close to my face, one hand was on the bed frame, the other tracing the dagger smoothly on my skin, commanding me by his glare to not break the unbearable eye contact. 'I.. made you my exception, gave you privileges, chances… most of all- freedom yet… yet…" Letting out ‘tch, tch, tch,' sound, he shook his head, moving the blade to my chin, forcing me to meet his assertive orbs. 'WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?" Yelling, I let out an involuntary scream of fear, shutting my eyes but he gripped my hairs, forcing me to look into his outraged orbs. 'I am sorry. I wasn't thinking..." I began to cry out loud, shaking my head in denial, tears smeared over my face, indicating the terror I am experiencing. 'Don't you fucking dare to break our eye contact. Look into my eyes. See the outcome of your actions." He growled, holding me in place, etching the unforgettable warning to never displease him again. 'I am sorry, please, stop, Sebastian." I pleaded, sniffing, hoping to clear my vision but my hands refrained my actions, leaving me with no escape from his abyss. 'No, no, no. Now, you're going to realize that you fucked up." Whispering, his warning tone induced a dread I have never experienced before, tears gleaming in the corner, reflecting my powerlessness. 'You need a proper punishment for your stupid actions." Enunciating, he took off his shirt, showing his toned chest while leading the dagger down, cutting my shirt. 'Ah, don't move unless you want me to taint this skin." Warning in a low tone, he cut down my clothes, leaving me in my undergarments, contemplating my shaky body with dark intentions. 'Sebastian, please, I am sorry, I won't do it again." I begged, a cold breeze augmenting the string of fright hanging in my heart, shattering my dreams. 'Of course, I won't even allow you to." Scoffing, he put the dagger away and traced his finger from my ankle all the way up while staring at my face to observe my reactions. My breath stopped, shaking my head to resist but he forced me to maintain the fierce link, entangling his hot breath with mine. Speaking what I fear the most, 'I told you to prepare your throat to scream my name, didn't I?" He asked seductively, kissing my tears, wiping them away before pulling away and unbuckling his belt and undoing my cuffs. I was crying while he was holding my arms, inspecting my wrists to check if they were bruised, hurt or not; they were covered in velvet before he fastened them. 'Sebastian…" I called in a broken tone but he brushed his thumb over my wrist, blowing on it to reduce the slightest sign of pain. 'Don't worry, I won't force you." He said nonchalantly, leaving my wrist, brushing his thumb over my lips tenderly but it's a ruse and it was- 'I will make you beg me." He smirked darkly, leading that thumb down, making my body shiver. An unwanted heat traveled in my body because no matter what, I could never resist the intensity of lust he evokes in me. His power of seduction always defeats me. 'Until you scream to take you to the depth of pleasure." Chuckling menacingly, he got to the edge of the bed, brushing his fingers on the side of my legs. 'Sebastian, no…" Whispering but ignoring my plea, he pinched my thigh, moaning, I tried to close my legs but he restricted me, smirking maliciously at my flushed reaction. For someone inexperienced and yet getting used to foreign touches, he never failed to burn my body in desire. Shifting on top of me he was about to pin my wrist above my head but stopped, 'Are your wrists okay? Do they hurt?" 'Yes, they do," I lied, making an almost crying face, hoping he wouldn't pin them then. 'It's okay, It will fade soon," He whispered, kissing my wrists but to be fair, I won't say Sebastian had ever forced himself upon me. I never understood nor expected but intercourse is the only time he is not rough though I highly doubt this one. 'Please, Sebastian." I whispered, narrowing my eyes, moving my hands to his neck but leaning down my neck, he kissed my neck intensely, intertwining his fingers with mine and securing them beside my head. Moaning, I arched my back, pressing myself unwillingly harder against his, aroused by his one action of implanting his mark on my skin. 'Hmm, what?" Asking temptingly, his enticing body ignited my skin, enhancing the heat in the places his fingers brushed, intoxicating my mind by his allure. Moving his knee in the middle, he stopped my legs from closing, leaning his fingers down to the edge but stopping and taking them up, making my stomach curl with strange sensations. 'Prepare yourself," Smirking at my vulnerability, he pulled away slowly, gleaming with those haunting expressions I can never forget before declaring his wild intentions as he cracked his knuckles, horrifying me. 'Because I don't intend on being soft tonight."