There was a silence that seemed to go on forever as her eyes stared determinedly into the gleaming, metallic surface of the sink. She slowly reached up, turning the water off so all she could hear was her blood roaring in her ears and her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his intense eyes that she knew so well burning into her back.
Forget me.
He truly was a fool if he thought it would ever be that easy. She could never forget his beautifully expressive eyes, which seemed dead to all but her. Her knuckles were white as she straightened up and forced herself to let go. She knew he was merely standing by the door, watching her for signs of weakness.
'Need something?'
She surprised herself. Her voice was strong, cold and unsympathetic. Never in her life had she been able to control her emotions, she hoped her pretense was good enough to trick him into believing he meant nothing to her. She waited, her back still towards him as she turned her head to the side slightly, just enough to see him out of her peripherals. He took a few steps into the kitchen, towards the counter opposite her. She could feel her whole body tense as his presence began to overwhelm her senses.
'I need some bandages.'
His once almost warm voice was flat, his anger evident even now.
'Why? What have you done?'
She questioned, knowing him well enough to realize this was just a ruse to make her feel even worse. She turned completely around, her arms hanging limply at her sides as she let her eyes meet his, only to look away immediately.
'I cut my hands, now just give me the fucking bandages.'
Useless bitch.
A ripple of fear ran through her as a flash of anger appeared in his eyes, but this cynicism inside her was growing and taking over her common sense. Her eyes traveled to his hands, which were cut and covered in blood.
'Get them yourself, I'm not your servant.'
The minute the words had left her mouth she regretted it. She folded her arms over her chest and fixed her eyes on his, terrified of his reaction but forcing herself not to show it. He clenched his wounded fists and grit his teeth together, his fury towards her rising. He took a few, slow steps towards her, so she was less than a metre away from him. He leant forward, his face close to hers as he spat the words venomously at her.
'You are my slave. You'll do as I say, or you'll regret it.'
She stared him dead in the face, her expression emotionless even as she felt the tears well up behind her eyes.
'I'll do whatever the fuck I like.'
You're pathetic.
This final act of defiance was all that was needed to push him too far. His eyes spun into a frenzy as he bared his teeth. He raised his fist, snarling at her as he pelted the side of her face like a piston.