His Forbidden Muse
I thrash, legs kicking against the frame, bit it’s like fighting a wall made of molten lava.
I’m out before i can protest again, his strength terrifies me precisely and he slams the door shut and pins me between him and the cliff’s edge.
“Stop, let me go.”
He grunts lowly and turns me around and my eyes widen.
The world stops breathing.
The sea glitters below us, a wound of light across the dark. The moon, bloated and brilliant, hangs over the horizon as if a god watching in silence and admiring it. Waves crash, and the wind dances through my hair.