Leah Falco's POVGive me up?What does he long for?Does he have someone else?And what am I? The damn prisoner that he moves if he wants like a puppet?'No', I refuse. If Devil wants me he will have to be alone with me, because otherwise there will be no fucking plan here.I cut my wrists first or shoot him on purpose before exposing myself to humiliation later. In addition, in order to conquer him there can be no one else in his life.I'll take it out of the way, that's for sure."Who do you have to talk to about me?" I ask as I punch him in the chest to push him away."I'm not going to respond to anything," he remains stoic as a rock against my thrusts. "You had no right to look at my phone. It's private."He picks up the device while I huff angrily.I just realized that maybe I'm more upset knowing that he has talked to someone about the possibility of getting me out of his life, than the fact that he already kisses me whenever he wants and that hurts me like I didn't expect. ."D
Dean Frost's POVI watch her sleep and it seems unbelievable that calm face is the same as the cheeky one who provokes me every day, every hour.I'm rough every time I'm with her, but I can't help it. Her fierceness, my anger and the passion that consumes us both, awakens a bestial side, which I had no idea of its existence.On one hand, Leah has a character that demands strength, control and possession, because if I don't, she would get out of my hands. And on the other, the monster is already part of my nature. I only know how to venerate, please and even love in a very twisted way, torturing and hurting with the exact words to overshadow, destroy and turn into ashes. That is the only way I know, because it was the one I was taught.However, finding a woman who responds to the monster with such verve is something too new for me.What Leah makes me feel is very new, bewildered and pleasant. I can't resist her and I need to control her so she doesn't control me.I bring my hands clo
Leah Falco's POVI try to open my eyes again and again, but the task becomes a real torture. My eyelids are too heavy and my temples throb like I have the worst hangover ever. After what seems like an eternity, I manage to wake up only to damage my eyea with the intensity of light.I manage to get up to a sitting position and then look around. I am on a huge bed, inside a room which is probably equal to the size of my entire apartment. Gold embroidery on the walls, curtains and all the decoration in general hurt my eyes almost as much as the light.Where the hell am I?I try to search my memory for how on earth I ended up in this Victorian-era museum, as I walk around the place. I just remember my shitty day, lunch in the cafeteria on the corner of the hospital and… the dizzy spells. I bumped into someone... I think.Oh my God! There was something in that drink. Have I been cheated?'Has something been stolen from me?', I wonder when I see that I don't have the same clothes on and no
Leah Falco's POVNo, it's not true. It's not happening... However, the screen between his hands shows the truth to my face."You will say, little girl," the psycho next to me intervenes. "Do I order to shoot?""You're bluffing," I comment incredulously."Do you think so?", he asks challenger without stopping smiling. That smile, dammit! It scares me as much as it captivates me. "It's so easy to pull the trigger, Leah, and there's no turning back," he watches me silently, perhaps waiting for a response from me. However, I cannot utter a word. This is too surreal. "Coulson...""Wait!", I stop him by squeezing his wrists and immediately back away as I feel the sting of his touch.Damn, it's impossible! No one can have that high body temperature."Maybe I should take out your roommate too," he threatens, causing me to tremble in spasms of fear. "The promiscuous resident, I've heard he has a promising career as a surgeon. Too bad he suffered some tragic accident and his bright future was l
Chapter three: Psychological tortureThree days, I've been locked up inside these four walls for three days and I'm about to tear my hair out. I have lost my nerve and sanity a long time ago. The first night I refused to eat dinner and that crazy guy nearly choked me by forcing food into my mouth.So I look like a human wreck or in any case, a robot programmed to do the basic needs of a human being.I've never been subjected to psychological torture, but I'm sure this is a lot like it. He doesn't touch me, he hardly speaks to me, I haven't seen another face other than that maniac's. The asshole took my phone and put it only God knows where.I expected many things. In my mind I came to imagine millions of ways to cause myself the most agonizing pain. However, this desolate silence is a hundred times worse. I don't even remember the sound of my voice anymore. Even my inopportune subconscious has shut up and loneliness attacks me more strongly than ever.I walk around the room to exerci
Leah Falco's POVThe old lady looks at me with a circumstance face while I can only think about leaving this hateful feudal-style room.I feel like one of those maidens kidnapped by vandals in the Mallory series.*'Mallory: book series created by Johanna Lindsey'"I can help you," I offer with a pleading expression."Dean said...""Please," I join my hands in a prayer. "Please, I've been here for three endless days and I think I'll die of a heart attack or nerves if I don't go through that door. I promise to behave myself and not running away," I add when I see her hesitating. "Well," she agrees after a few eternal seconds, "but you'll stay by my side and as soon as Dean gets here, you'll let me talk. Okay?""Thank you very much!" I throw into her arms with a sudden movement. She looks at me bewildered with surprise, while I smile ecstatically. "You have no idea what this means to me.""I can imagine," she pats me gently on the back to encourage me. "Everything will get better, you'l
Dean Frost's POVI try to focus on the papers, but it's impossible. It's like I don't have the ability to understand what I read. My body is here inside the car, but my mind has already reached the building and crossed the penthouse straight to the room of that intrepid little girl.Since she saw me she could recognize me as the ex-fiancé of her best friend. However, she has not mentioned our meeting a month ago in this same city.She does not remember me…The rage surges once more and I feel like shaking her hard, then ripping her brain open. How is it possible that she has forgotten me? Me!I am going to punish her because nobody forgets me. It is time to start her ordeal.'And to possess her,' a voice in my head adds. However, I deny the idea no matter how much tempting it may be. It is not time yet, first I have to drive her crazy, then catch her and in the end she will fall round before my feet, crying out for mercy and singing the weaknesses of my enemies to the rhythm of Travia
Leah Falco's POVI am trapped, cornered between his body and I have no way to escape. The closeness of hia skin sends me into painful spasms, and his unusual body temperature ignites sparks in the pit of my stomach.His lips are only a few insignificant centimeters apart, making me feel hia breath.Oh my Godness! Is he going to kiss me?I see him coming. I see him coming, dammit! And I do nothing at all to stop him.What the hell are you doing, Leah Falco?'No, no, no,' I chide myself.'Don't even think about kissing him!'However, as much as my rational part fights to get out of here afloat, my brain insists on locking it up and doing what it wants.He is going to kiss me. Damn, I'm going to let him kiss me! Then a rumble outside catches us both off guard and we jump up at the same time."The show has started," I hear him snort as I try to control my racing heartbeat. The organ wants to come out of my mouth and I have no idea how to stop it.I'm fucking crazy. Devil has brainwashed m