Prologue.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled moving farther away from him 

"you're so fucked up you know that right?" Her eyes were wet with tears as she approached him, putting all her anger in the long strides she made towards him 

"you've put me through as much emotion as one can feel!" she exclaimed, hitting his chest with the much energy she could gather, her fists pounding on his biceps one after the other vigorously.

The man she stood before stared at her saying nothing, his eyes clouded with sadness, worry and regret.

Not pity, never pity.

"I hate you!" she screamed finally letting her tears drop and moving away gradually.

"No you don't" his voice was soft, calm, sweet yet it managed to infuriate her even more 

"Yes I do, you can't tell me how to fucking feel!" she moved to him, pumelling mercilessly on his chest once more

And just like before the man stood still watching her closely until she broke down before him.

"No bellissima you cannot cry for me"

"I said don't touch me" she glared at him, but the man did otherwise.

He took the hands of the beautiful woman before him and pushed her to the corner of the room, her back in close proximity with the wall.

"let go of me" she spoke Softly trying to calm herself 

"Let go of me!" she yelled this time, striving to fight her way out of his tight grip.

Her movement suddenly ceases when she felt his lips on hers forcefully

she stays still for a while processing the action, but gave in afterwards,

she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so.

This was her problem, no matter how hard she tried,

The man will always have control over her..

Always and she so greatly abhorred that.