Days passed, day after day, things got worst. Everything got worst.
Christian turned into a monster, a true monster.
"Amaya," he said sweetly. "Will you come join me?"
He sat in their tiny bed naked and waiting for her to join him. She wasn't really in the mood that night, he had yelled at her earlier and she was still angry with him.
"Please Christian, not tonight ok?"
She said softly.
"Oh, yeah, not tonight."
At first she thought he was finally getting better, finally becoming who she fell in love with but she was horribly wrong.
"And why not?"
He said, getting out of the bed; the sheet wrapped around him.
She backed away from him, knowing, just knowing that something was going to happen.
"I......I just don't feel in the mood tonight alright?"
Her back hit the wall as she noticed she had no where else to go. He placed his arms around her and hugged her.
"So, your not in the mood?"
He said. She shook her head as silent tears fell from her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he had changed, back to the Christian she knew and loved.
But then, his grip got too tight and she knew what was coming.
"Well, lets make you in the mood shall we?"
He said. His hands took hold of her arms and threw her onto the bed menacingly.
Her delicate body bounced on the bed as Christian jumped on top of it.
He immediately tore her robe off exposing her bare body.
His hands took charge of her as they worked around her.
His ice-cold hands made there way to her warm face as he kissed her.
She pulled away from him as his hand left her face and down to her stomach.
As he was on top of her, he yielded himself into her with great force.
She screamed with pain, more pain then she had ever felt.
With every movement, a tear fell from her eye, he was hurting her and he knew it.
As he went in and out of her, she screamed with the utmost sick feeling.
She hated him so much she would do anything to get away from him.
Then, it came to her.
As he was climaxing (sorry but I really don't like writing stuff like this trust me.) she pretended to she had too.
As he fell next to her, breathing hard, he said,
"So, I see I put you in the mood."
She started hyperventilating and smiled,
"Yes, yes you did."
He nodded his head in flattery and kissed her on the cheek.
Then, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and closed the door.
Inside the bathroom were a lot of her clothes, his clothes and lots of empty bottles.
She took one of the bottles, took it to the sink, filled it with water and put it under the toilet seat, making the water drip believingly into the toilet.
While that was going on, she grabbed as much clothes as she could.
She dressed herself in warm clothes and opened the window. Then, he came in.
"Hey, are........what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
He said angrily. Her body was halfway out the and onto the fire escape when he lunged for her.
"NO! You're not getting away from me!"
He yelled. He had hold of her and wasn't about to let go but she knew she had to get away.
She had to get away from him and she would do anything, anything to get away from him.
"Let go of me Christian."
She shouted.
He pulled her more into the bathroom as she tried with all her might not to get pulled in.
Then, an idea came to her head.
She swung her head back and, to her delight, hit him right in the face.
He let go of her and fell to the floor, his nose bleeding profoundly.
As fast as she could, she pulled down the ladder to the cement twelve stories below and was off.
Back to her home, back to the Moulin Rouge. But she didn't know, he was well aware of her plans.
See, pretending that she had climaxed as well made him let her do anything because he was in like a dream state ya know so he wouldn't really care were she went or anything like that. I just wanted to get that out of the way so there was no confusion. So please R+R because I love you!! Oh and if you like me as an author, read my other stories please!! Ok! Bubye!
"Amaya," he said sweetly. "Will you come join me?"
He sat in their tiny bed naked and waiting for her to join him. She wasn't really in the mood that night, he had yelled at her earlier and she was still angry with him.
"Please Christian, not tonight ok?"
She said softly.
"Oh, yeah, not tonight."
At first she thought he was finally getting better, finally becoming who she fell in love with but she was horribly wrong.
"And why not?"
He said, getting out of the bed; the sheet wrapped around him.
She backed away from him, knowing, just knowing that something was going to happen.
"I......I just don't feel in the mood tonight alright?"
Her back hit the wall as she noticed she had no where else to go. He placed his arms around her and hugged her.
"So, your not in the mood?"
He said. She shook her head as silent tears fell from her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he had changed, back to the Christian she knew and loved.
But then, his grip got too tight and she knew what was coming.
"Well, lets make you in the mood shall we?"
He said. His hands took hold of her arms and threw her onto the bed menacingly.
Her delicate body bounced on the bed as Christian jumped on top of it.
He immediately tore her robe off exposing her bare body.
His hands took charge of her as they worked around her.
His ice-cold hands made there way to her warm face as he kissed her.
She pulled away from him as his hand left her face and down to her stomach.
As he was on top of her, he yielded himself into her with great force.
She screamed with pain, more pain then she had ever felt.
With every movement, a tear fell from her eye, he was hurting her and he knew it.
As he went in and out of her, she screamed with the utmost sick feeling.
She hated him so much she would do anything to get away from him.
Then, it came to her.
As he was climaxing (sorry but I really don't like writing stuff like this trust me.) she pretended to she had too.
As he fell next to her, breathing hard, he said,
"So, I see I put you in the mood."
She started hyperventilating and smiled,
"Yes, yes you did."
He nodded his head in flattery and kissed her on the cheek.
Then, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and closed the door.
Inside the bathroom were a lot of her clothes, his clothes and lots of empty bottles.
She took one of the bottles, took it to the sink, filled it with water and put it under the toilet seat, making the water drip believingly into the toilet.
While that was going on, she grabbed as much clothes as she could.
She dressed herself in warm clothes and opened the window. Then, he came in.
"Hey, are........what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
He said angrily. Her body was halfway out the and onto the fire escape when he lunged for her.
"NO! You're not getting away from me!"
He yelled. He had hold of her and wasn't about to let go but she knew she had to get away.
She had to get away from him and she would do anything, anything to get away from him.
"Let go of me Christian."
She shouted.
He pulled her more into the bathroom as she tried with all her might not to get pulled in.
Then, an idea came to her head.
She swung her head back and, to her delight, hit him right in the face.
He let go of her and fell to the floor, his nose bleeding profoundly.
As fast as she could, she pulled down the ladder to the cement twelve stories below and was off.
Back to her home, back to the Moulin Rouge. But she didn't know, he was well aware of her plans.
See, pretending that she had climaxed as well made him let her do anything because he was in like a dream state ya know so he wouldn't really care were she went or anything like that. I just wanted to get that out of the way so there was no confusion. So please R+R because I love you!! Oh and if you like me as an author, read my other stories please!! Ok! Bubye!