Why Don't You Take What You Want From Me の小説・ストーリー

My older brother was always my parents' favorite child. Victor had been sickly since birth, and from the time we were little, I was expected to absorb every misfortune meant for him. When his kidneys failed, my parents took one of mine and gave it to him. By then, my own body was already failing, yet when I begged them to treat me a little better, they only glared at me and cursed. "If you hadn't taken everything from your brother in the womb, why would he have suffered all these years? You owe this family. Pay it back." With untreated kidney disease worsening inside me, I died after Victor deliberately locked me inside his basement. It was painful, and it was bitter. But this life.

"Why? You don't like it?" "No! No! I…I do like it even without looking at all corners of this apartment, but I don't want to have anything that I couldn't afford. And the thing which I can't afford, I can't take it from you." "Then consider it as your birthday present." "No" "I'm not here to argue with you.", He said, leaving no room for discussion on this topic. Even I didn't want to argue with him. "Can I ask something from you?"

For our fifth anniversary, I planned to bid on a pink diamond ring. A young woman outbid me. I followed her outside to ask if she would consider selling it to me. She stood at the curb, showing the ring on her hand to the friend who had come with her. "I'm already tired of this one. "So my boyfriend told me to pick out something I liked for our first anniversary." I stopped. She would never part with an anniversary gift. Reese was busy handling the smuggling trade along the coast and could not come with me. He had only said he would not be home for dinner and told me to buy myself something nice to celebrate. When I heard her say her boyfriend had a candlelit dinner waiting for her, I smiled

“You should always remember this, lady. Once I give something away, it can't give it back to me. You understood?” “Why—” “I don't want everyone to be stubborn. So, be good, baby.” “You have no right to force me if I don't want to accept them. Throw it or just give it to others,” I said. “I can’t because they’re really for you. Return it now and I really won't hesitate to...” his mouth moved near my ear. “–Do what you did to me in the tree the other day. Looking forward to tasting your tender and soft— ”

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" "I want what's mine." "I'm not yours. It doesn't work like that," I retorted. "Your father promised me your hand." "My father is not me. He doesn't have the right to promise me to anyone without my input." "Promises are promises." "Why do you want me? I heard your kind don't feel any sexual attraction." "You're right. I don't feel any attraction towards you. Neither it is for soul connection." "Then why?" "You'll give me my sacrifice baby." He said it like it was the simplest thing on earth.

"Then we're all living on borrowed time," I said, now standing directly in front of him. "But imprisoning people doesn't change that; it just makes the time we have feel like a sentence instead of a gift." He stared at me, something vulnerable and desperate in his expression. "I don't know how to do this differently; I don't know how to care without consuming, how to want without taking - it's all I've ever known." "Then learn," I said simply. "Figure out how to want my happiness instead of just my presence; how to love without possession."

I took a slow, shaky breath, my body too weak to argue, but my mind still clear. “I don’t want anything from you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. Theo’s smirk faltered for a brief second before he leaned back in his chair, tilting his head. “No?” he drawled. “That’s a first. Everyone wants something from me.” I swallowed, my throat still dry, but I forced myself to continue. “I didn’t do it for you.” His brows lifted slightly, interest flickering in his dark eyes. “Oh?”

He wants to take me, mate me, devour me. It sends unpleasant shudders through my body. It takes everything in me not to let them surface.

How can he give me something that he doesn’t have? “What do you want from me? I will give it to you.” his eyes are shining. “I suppose time will tell,” is all I say before standing and walking away. If he wants me, then I guess he will have to find himself and offer it all to me. Because I want him. His all, and if he doesn’t give me his all, then I don’t want even a half or a quarter. It's all or nothing.

You entertain me. I'm not your clown, I said, taking a step back. I didn't say you were my clown, he smiled at me, showing those perfect teeth of his. It's cold here. Please just give me the pencil, I begged for a moment. Answer my questions and you will get it. I sighed in frustration. It's all a game to you, isn't it? No, I'm not playing with you. What do you want from me? Why can't you leave me alone? I asked, annoyed.