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I watched as she squirmed under my arms. She was uncomfortable, I loved that fear that was eminent in her eyes. She didn't know, but that is what fed my pleasure the most. I loved that I could do that to her. Still.
I loved pinching her cold skin between my fingers. It was great to know that she would have a mark on her later. That I had marked her as mine. And she couldn't do anything to get rid of it. It was fun to see her eyes scrunch up in pain and shock.
I knew that she hated being here, but I needed to see her. I needed to make sure that she still belonged to me. Though of course the minute she answered my request I knew she was, if she had a boyfriend she wouldn't have still been afraid of me. She would have him fight for her. I would still win though.
I saw the way she looked different. I could tell that leaving me had affected her. I knew that in some way she would miss me. Who wouldn't? We were the perfect pair, she respected me, obeyed me. And I had her wrapped around my finger, she couldn't leave me, not really. Not in the way she wanted.
She would always miss me.
She was mine. She had always been mine.
Though I still didn't know when she had changed so much.
She used to be beautiful, she used to light up like no other girl, she used to be my one. I loved the way she looked, I thought she was amazing. Then she changed, she lost all her shine, she turned dull and useless, she didn't care about anything, she was ugly, she didn't have her brains to rely on. I hated her.
I didn't know why I stayed with her. I had no reason to keep her, I should've thrown her out like the trash she was long ago.
Though I suppose the sex was great. For me.
And other people thought I was amazing for dealing with someone so ugly, so stupid, someone who needed me, why wouldn't they?
Who else would have loved her?
I was a saint in their eyes. I was the perfect guy for her. They didn't need to know how I really felt.
I knew she would never go to anyone. I knew that she would live me out, no matter how much I feared her, I knew from the beginning that she was too much of a caring person to leave me. It was a surprise when she just left, but every couple took breaks.
And by the way, she looked, I could tell that she still needed me all the same. She was still ugly, she was still dull. And I could practically see how hollow her brain was. She still needed me. She always would.
As we walked through the doors I saw her glance as something out the corner of my eye, but I was too occupied with the uncertainty, and anxious tension in her shoulders to care about that. It didn't really matter anyway.
When we were brought to the most closed off booth that laid in a corner which you could barely see from anywhere else, I made her sit down first, usually I would've sat on the other side, but I couldn't wait any longer to see her squirm, I needed to see her scared of me. That was the only pleasure I could get in such a crowded place.
I made sure that she was scared. I made sure that she knew I was dangerous, and I could make her more scared then she'd ever been.
I watched as her hands started to shake.
As she clenched her jaw.
I saw her eyes retract, and get even more nervous.
I knew she was scared. I knew that she knew what was coming. She knew how much power I had over her. She knew she could never leave me.
And I was happy about it. I was happy that she was afraid, she wouldn't run, she knew that I was right, she knew she was ugly, she knew that she was lucky to have me.
I asked her about her running. I asked her why she thought she could ever leave. Why she would do that to me?
I told her what I would do to her. What she knew I could do. What I had done before. I had hit her, I had left her in the hospital, I was hoping that she would have died. That I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. Though a part of me was glad she was still there to pleasure me.
I told her what I was waiting for. I hinted at what would be happening later in the evening.
My pleasure.
Her pain.
Her pain.
Her sweet pain.
Sweet sweet pain.
Perfect.
It was amazing as she paled. Because she knew what would happen. She knew I was going to hurt her. I pinched the skin inside her thigh, feeling her tense.
And then she ran. I didn't know she could do something like that.
She dove across me, hitting my legs, and quickly getting up so she could run some more.
It was funny that she was finally running.
I felt myself laugh. It was a weird feeling after not having done it for at least 4 months. It was nice that only Bella could do something so stupid to make me laugh.
I loved it.
The waitress came back and asked me if everything was alright. With my award-winning smile, I assured her that everything was fine.
It was nice to watch her fluster, and smile back.
If only she knew. What would she do then? Would she smile?
I couldn't wait to get Bella under me. Even though she was ugly she didn't lack in the body department. And mixing my pleasure with her pain was the best part.
It was a dream for me.
With all the other girls too.
It was all the same. All pleasuring.
And while I didn't notice it, the time had flown by as I envisioned each and every one of the girls that had helped me with my pleasure, and Bella was still not back. Though I knew it was going to take a while for her to feel good enough to come back out. And I didn't need the world seeing her like that. She was ugly enough.
So I waited.
And waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
And I waited.
She didn't come back.
And then I noticed my mistake.
While I wanted the most closed off table, it also meant that I couldn't see the door, and Bella had a clear path out.
But it hadn't been long enough for her to sneak out. Not without someone noticing and asking her what's wrong.
I still had a chance.
I could catch her.
She wouldn't leave.
She was mine.
I walked around the corner to the door. But I stayed hidden so if she was coming she wouldn't see me.
But what I saw made me stop.
Bella was walking out with a man.
A man that was touching her where only I was allowed too.
She was allowing it.
She was mine. She was mine. She was mine. She was mine. She was mine. She was mine. She was mine.
She couldn't leave me. She knew it.
And he was going to pay for making her see otherwise. He was giong to talk to me.
And it wouldnt be pretty.
And Bella would regret it...
Okay, so there's a chance that we all know who ? is. But its fine. And I know it short, but I posted 2 chapters last week so it doesnt count.
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