In The Strangers Domain.

Chapter 2.

Isadora sat on the stood opposite the counter, downing the shots that Manson laid in numbers before her.

“Take it easy.” His voice came in loud above the bustling music.

Easy? Isadora scoffed, downing another shot.

Her head spun, but she clutched it tightly, taking another wide gulp and setting the glass aside.

Manson’s heart clenched as he watched Isadora pathetically.

“Hey….” He reached for her hand, stroking the back of her palm with his thumb.

“You can stay here for the night, Isa. And…. And after tonight when I am off shift you can come live with me till you find an apartment of your own.”

Isadora said nothing, she just stared at Manson with heavy eyes and tired breath. So this is it? This is the story of her life? To squat around with people?

Guilt crawled around her chest and she looked away. Manson has been her friend since college and he has really been of great support. But she hated that she was the friend who took from them without giving in return.

“I am here….” Manson’s voice came in again, and Isadora held onto the reassurance.

“Thank you.” She whispered gently and he spared her a smile, passing her another shot.

“Here…. Bills on me.”

Isadora grabbed the shot from him. Too wasted to decline.

This wasn't her plan. Her plan was to work for tonight, but thanks to Manson she was getting wasted and a little tispy.

Her head dropped on the counter and she exhaled softly, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy.

Her hand moved to the neck of her dress and she dragged it gently, her skin slowly burning from within.

She squinted her eyes softly, raising her gaze.

“Are you okay?” Manson asked, as he watched her twitch in discomfort.

Fine? She wasn't fine. As a matter of fact, she was far from being fine. She has been drinking non stop for an hour now and even though Manson had tried to stop her, she didn't let him, so it was only normal that she was feeling this well.

Isadora’s body grew hot, burning from within as heat curled around her breath, she looked at the glasses on the table, head banging.

“I want to use the restroom.” She whispered, dragging herself down the counter before he gave a reply.

She clutched the right side of her forehead, dragging her leg to the restroom after getting a direction.

Slowly, her nipples burned from within, poking the fabric of her dress.

Isadora’s heart skipped, her mind gradually racing. She knew the feeling, but something within her refused to admit it.

The moment she walked into the bathroom, the door opened, and Isadora tilted her head backward to get a glimpse of who was by the door.

The moment she got a glimpse of the person, her brows arched amidst her state of her vulnerability.

“Manson?” She called as though she were trying to confirm, but he said nothing and only shot the door behind himself, his eyes slowly dragging across her body.

“Why are you here?” Isadora asked with heavy breath, reaching for the tap, but he stepped forward, grabbing her hands.

Isadora took a step backward. “Don't.” she countered, pulling her hand away, before looking back in his direction.

Manson took a step closer but Isadora took a step backward, her skin ghosting from the warmth of his palm.

Manson took another step closer, the lust in his eyes shimmering clearly.

Isadora’s heart skipped, in both fear and anxiety.

Her walls pulsed, jumping in ways she recognized clearly.

“Why… why are you here?” Her voice trembled, her body weakening amidst every step he took closer.

“I want you,” Manson said, and her eyes cleared for only a second.

Isadora’s brows arched. “W-w-what?” Her lips parted, trembling from fear and something she couldn't define.

Manson hand moved, trying to touch her nipples but she immediately slapped his hands away taking a step backward. “What are you doing??” she stuttered in fear, looking around in panic.

Manson’s eyes darkened. “Showing you that I want you….” He replied, sounding sarcastic. “For the longest... I have wanted you, Isa. I have wanted to have you. To own you as mine, but you wouldn't see me as yours.”

Isadora’s body slumped, unable to even tell if it was from the betrayal, or from the way her body was burning with needs.

His words cut into her heart, slicing into the deepest part. She looked up at him and her lips parted to say a word but before she could, Manson moved closer, grabbing her face.

“Stop!” Isadora screamed fearfully, pushing him away, but his grip on her was stronger.

“Stop.” She yelled again, her body slumping into every touch.

Manson’s eyes dragged across her body, his fingers moving to her top and shredding it in one swift move.

The cool air of the evening grazed her skin. “Manson!!!” Isadora scream-cried, her body crawling in heat and disgust.

Her pussy dripped but she knew too damn well it wasn't from his actions, it was from whatever he had used on her. Her head was spinning. And she knew she had never dripped for him so she wouldn't start now if there wasn't a reason.

“Just one taste…..” Manson said, licking his lower lip while grabbing her right boobs into his hand.

Digsut crawled up her skin and she winched, trying to pull away.

“You are hurting me…..” Isadora cried, the image of her past assult flashing across her face,

“Stop!!!”She cried out loudly, hoping someone would help her, but he only smirked and said. “No one would hear you, baby…. No one.”

Tears welled at the back of Isadora's eyes, her throat burning from how hard she had screamed… while her pussy still dripped for a cock that was certainly not Manson but her body betrayed her, reacting to whatever he had slipped in her drink.

His finger slid lower, raising her skirt up and ready to touch her pussy, that was when it occurred to Isadora….”

She moved the cap of her knees, hitting him hard on the bulge that had grown in his trouser.

His hand let loosed of her immediately.

“Ouch!!!!” Manson winched, grabbing his cock In pain.

Isadora’s heart raced, her breath heavy and uneven as she ran to the door, twisted the knob and ran out as fast as her wobbling legs could carry her.

“Come back here….”

Manson screamed after her in pain, but Isadora dragged her shaky legs, her body burning so hot she wanted everything to fill her up aside from Manson’s cock.

“I will ruin you…” Manson’s voice came behind her, as he began to chase her.

She tilted her head back and saw him drawing closer to her.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled down the corridor, heart pounding so hard she thought it might explode. Behind her, Manson’s angry shouts echoed through the hall but she didn’t stop running, didn’t dare look back again. All she did was run. Run away because… so much for peace, she thought bitterly. So much for peace that shouldn't even cost more than a breath.

Scared that he would catch up with her, she bolted into the space by the corner, wandering into a dark room with blue light.

Her heart throbbed, legs slumbering forward as she ran deeper into the room, looking back to see if Manson was coming after her, only to bump into a chair crashing into it.

Isadora’s body stilled as she pressed into something too hard to be called a sofa.

The air in her lungs stilled and a knot in her belly tightened.

Slowly, Isadora tilted her head backward till her eyes met with a pair of grey eyes. Cold and dangerous. Too lethal it made her body freeze till the air in her lungs vanished.