"I am done." I whisper with a crushed spirit.

The crunch of glass echoes in the hall as I walk away like a vanquished princess, who has lost everything.. Her crown, her kingdom, and her soul.

I am done..

With every step I climb, I feel a part of me ripping out and falling apart from me.

Holding on to my breath, I rush to my room, not stopping until I lock myself in the bathroom. I instantly grab wet tissues and wipe the residue of his revenge, which is now dried up on my thighs.

I feel filthy.

More tears fall as I vigorously scrub my skin, putting fingers in me and desperately cleaning myself, to erase any trace of him from my body, and hoping I won't get pregnant.

God, please no!

My gaze meets the reflection of a girl in the mirror, and my body goes still as I confront the image of absolute destruction.

Tangled hair of a mess, smudged bitten lips with tears mix mascara colouring her cheeks in a cruel painting.

She was so happy in the evening.

And he was so happy too.

She looked so good, and he made her feel so good too.

But then, like a tornado, everything is destroyed.

Why?

Why he had to shower me with so much affection and care, only to shove me down and kick me later?

WHY?

I thought he liked me..

I thought he liked me too..

But in reality, they never really cared about me.

It was all in my head.

My stupid head.

I fucking hate myself for feeling so much, so deeply while they never felt a thing for me. Not even pity!

I don't even know what love feels like. I have never been on a date. Never held hands romantically with a guy. Hell! I never even had a boyfriend in my entire life!

All I know is this pathetic feeling of being used, thrown and this constant ache of heart break.

My eyes, my heart, my stomach, everything within me hurts and I collapse on the floor of the bathroom, holding my beating chest.

I can't.. I can't bear this..

Everything is torturing me to the point where I want to cease existing just to make it stop.

The darkness once I had escaped from, comes clutching me back from all sides, reminding me how cheap I am to let myself to be used and abused repeatedly.

I squeeze my eyes shut and beg my heart to shut down any emotion I am feeling.

I want to be dead from inside.

With no feelings.

After crying and lying on the bathroom floor for an hour, I finally pick myself up with the last shreds of respect left in me.

Once again, my gaze meets with the girl in the mirror. A slut!

Disgusted by my own reflection, I turn away, and let my feet take me to the bed, where I lie down like a lifeless doll.

A lifeless fucked up doll.

I hug the sloth soft toy, remembering our last 48 hours which were unbelievably so good. Best we ever had.

Tears trickle from the corner of my eyes as I silently stare at the watch on my wrist, changing its time, and finally the date.

But nothing changes within my heart. The pain is still there, the memories and scars, they all are very alive and deep.

*Click*

Suddenly, the soft click of the door opening echoes through the room and a shadowy figure enters.

Dakota walks in silently and closes the door behind him with another gentle click.

I shut my eyes, unable to look at him and not feel the wounds reopening on my flesh. His light footsteps resonate in the room as he slowly walks towards the bed, me.

My lungs races in panic as I feel the mattress dip behind me under his weight.

My heart beats sky rockets.

The bed shifts under his weight, and his rich, musky scent hit my nostrils. A feeling of terror arises from the pit of my stomach, knowing how close he is to me.

Oh God!

I feel him a breath away. His presence feels like a dark shadow behind me, predatory and unpredictable.

One minute passes, then two, yet Dakota makes no move on me and it scares my little heart even more.

I keep my eyes shut, pretending it all to be a dream.

But his unsettling presence behind me doesn't calm my raging nerves. They know, he is there. Silent like a storm, yet still capable of ravaging.

The silence stretches on, filled only with the sound of his deep breathings, steady and slightly uneven.

I do not know how much time has passed as I pretend to ignore the animal lurking behind me, ready to pounce at any moment.

I could sense him staring at me which is quite unnerving. It's almost as if he is still deciding what he wants to do with me.

There is a subtle shift in the air, a movement of clothes and then suddenly, I feel a surge of intense warmth clutching my neck.

My heart leaps to my throat as his hand closes around my nape, the strength in his grip sends a jolt of fear coursing down my spine.

Strength of a dangerous man.

I gasp, my flesh shivers in absolute terror as I sense the heat of his palm on my sensitive part of neck, and the sheer power they own to choke my life in a second.

But to my surprise, he remains calm, and very slowly the pressure of his grip eases on my neck.

I breathe in desperately, filling my lungs with his unpredictable scent, which is all over the room by now.

Dakota's hand remains still on my neck, warm and unmoving.

My heart pounds against my ribs in anticipation, for what he is about to do.

But I am too scared to move away. I feel extremely vulnerable and powerless in his hold.

My skin quivers slightly as he squeezes my neck again in his murderous hands, and very slowly, releases his grip with a gentleness of a lover.

I could feel adrenaline being pumped into my veins, heightening my senses as his thumb traces a path along the curve of my neck, feeling every nerve which is jumping under his touch.

Very slowly, his fingers encircle my shoulders, giving them a warm squeeze, before trailing his hand down to my back, exploring the territory which has not been touched before.

My chest rises and falls in panic as his calculative fingers uncalculatively travels down my naked spine, with a silence that amplifies my darkest fears.

I stay still, holding on to my breath, as if taking in his scent will intoxicate me, while his touch ignites a flurry of unfamiliar sensations coursing through my body.

His fingers halt at the edge of my spine, lingering where the open V curve of my dress ends, and stay there for a second, as if evaluating their advance move.

My breaths come out uneven, and his ominous presence behind paralyses me further. With a capricious movement, his hand slowly glides to my waist, settling on the most sensitive part of my body.

My skin tingles with the warmth of his touch, a paradox of roughness and gentleness that sends shivers down my spine.

Once again, he squeezes his hand, only to release it later with an action so deliberate and slow.

It takes me a few moments to realize that Dakota is massaging me.

As if apologizing to me with his warm touch, making my body feel good, after abusing and ruining it to nothing.

His warm fingers trace the curve of my waist. My breath rises as he gliding up my ribs, occasionally taking pauses and massaging, before curling around my arm.

Dakota grips my upper arm and I feel him moving closer.

Goose bumps form on my skin as his fingers oh so slowly travel along my hand, touching me, feeling me, until they interlock around my fingers possessively.

A gasp leaves my lips as he presses our inter-joined hands against my chest, drawing me back towards his warm beating chest.

The fabric of his shirt grazes against my naked back, and I bite my lips to not let out any sound, though I am quacking from inside.

Dakota squeezes his hand around mine, and I feel my heart thrashing against my chest wildly, not able to stay calm any longer.

And that's when I feel his warm, oh so soft lips pressing at the back of my neck.

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Let the countdown begins.. 5 more chapters to go!

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